Heading to the Beach

It has been two weeks since my last weigh-in, so when I cautiously stepped on the scales at the Lakeland Clinic, my palms were clammy, and my heart racing. Something tells me that feeling will never leave. I am happy to report the maintaining is going well thus far. Was down a pound, (down in fat, up in muscle). This past week I really tried to pick up the pace in the exercise department. My niece and I have even started incorporating a little bit of jogging in our walking program. If this means I can burn a little more and eat just a wee bit more (sensibly, of course) I am definitely game.

My daughter and I are headed to the west coast, which is less than two hours from home to plant our stressed bodies on a stretch of sand and leave our worries behind for a few days. This will be my first time on the beach with the new and improved me since ..... well, years. If I close my eyes I can feel the warm sun, hear the roaring waves, and smell the salty air. Does it get any better than that?

In lieu of filling my face with sugar and starch while I loaf on the west coast shore, I will fill my brain with useless information from the latest gossip magazine. Can't forget to drink plenty of liquids, (mostly bottled water), and snack on some chicken and a hard boiled egg. A brisk walk on the breezy beach is just another healthy, but glorious way to enjoy the precious time I am given with my almost grown daughter. It really doesn't get any better than that.

My next blog will shed light on my experience with metabolic testing and what I learned from my results. Until then, the Gulf is calling my name.

Now What?

Okay, world. Here I am. Now what? Last Monday I felt a little tired, but still took an hour walk around the neighborhood with my niece and my incredibly adorable grand nephew. I am always glad when I make myself move, even if I don't feel like it at the time. The rewards always come several hours later when the body and mind feel more at peace. Even though I felt a little off on Monday, I was somewhat productive last night.


Still trying to get used to the new me. I have not made the mental transformation yet. It may take awhile. They usually say it takes time to get used to a change in your life. Who are 'they' any way? I do feel better about myself, but still have a ways in building my confidence back up.


Last Tuesday the weather was cool, almost chilly for Florida, and the walk went much better.

Note to myself: Can't keep peanut butter and almonds in the house. I have become addicted to peanut butter. I have tricked myself into believing since it is protein it is okay. I hated the stuff as a kid so makes it all the stranger that I am so into it now. I don't think I can keep it in the house. I will have to go bum a spoonful from someone when I really get the urge. I am still making life style changes. Almonds also appear to be a test to the new me. It is still much better than candy bars, cookies, ice cream and french fries.

Last night I purchased graham crackers, marsh mellows and Hershey bars for my daughter and friend to cook over a fire in the back yard. I will not touch the chocolate bars as much as my stomach is trying to trick me.

Last Thursday I was up a pound. In fat. I am a little surprised since I did major walking and a lot more water intake. Must be the peanut butter. And the almonds.

Going weekly makes me accountable. When they eventually wean me from coming and weighing in every week I will probably hang onto the door and protest until they give in. Or, maybe there is a support group. Or, I could start one. Have to check on that one.

Even though one pound isn't bad, (since I am still below my goal weight), I don't want to trick myself into thinking that it is okay. However, I do want to share with anyone who may read this is that once you reach your goal weight it is not over. You have to fight every day, and the days you do make different choices, don't beat yourself up but try and make better choices the next day. That's what I'm doing.