OK, over the last year and a half, I drastically reduced the amount of food I eat on any given day. When I was in full-blown Weight Watchers mode, I was careful-careful to restrict volume and calories. But the entire time I did that, I had to play mind tricks with myself. I had to remind myself of my goals and of where I started. I told myself, "Just take one small serving--you can get more later," or "tomorrow I get a cheat meal," or "People are watching; don't take any more than this." But I thought about food. Like a lot.
Oh man did I think about food. I dreamed about fruit loops in milk, about corn on the cob drenched in butter, about Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs and cinnamon toast and mac 'n cheese. I held fast, for the most part, but every once in a while, I'd give in. I was probably a yo-yo dieter--what's the official definition of that?
Anyway, I've been pretty discouraged lately about my weight (and my running, for that matter, but that's another post for another day). But I wanted to really give this PFC approach a chance. So even though I was gaining, not losing, I stuck to it. And today I weighed myself and came in at 157.5--3 pounds down from last week.
OK, for sure it was getting back on my thyroid meds. But I think it's also my body adjusting to this new way of eating.
More important than the scale--far, FAR more important--is the fact that I have stopped thinking about food so much. In fact, these days, I'm hardly ever hungry. This is so weird for me. Shoot, I'm actually struggling to eat as much food as I should. According to Dietitian Cassie, I should be eating 6 meals a day, 10 grams of fat per meal, and a bedtime snack to keep my blood sugar stable as I sleep. That's not happening! I do breakfast, lunch, snack, and dinner, and that's pretty much all I can hack.
I used to eat way more than peckish Pete. Now, he's polishing off dinner and then firing up a frozen pizza a few hours later, and I'm saying, "Really?? I'm still so stuffed!"
I don't know why this is happening, but I do know that it is AWESOME. I mean, PFC pretty much put a stop to those irresistible cravings the minute I started it, but now that hunger is hardly ever a struggle, this feels like easy street. Maybe it's a fluke, and maybe I'm about to gain 10 pounds, but right now, I'll take it!
Oh. Except this vacation coming up? Yeah, this vacation is going to be non-PFC. No place for that at Fall Fest! Look for my post of contrition next week when I vow that "this time I'm really going to do GYSTS!"