My weight is headed in the right direction today, but I am still almost a pound above my lowest point. I seem to be hovering in the vicinity of 389 lbs right now. I would like to see 388 lbs again. I think that goes without saying. I said it anyway. It's just how I do.
I was reading a blog from another person who had interesting thoughts about set-point theory. They contend that what we theorize about a set point is not correct, or that it is, at the very least, only part of the whole story. I'm still researching it myself. I was investigating the plateau issue when I found it, and when I know more, I'll write about what I've learned. Until then, if this is working for me, ad it appears to be for the most part, then I shall continue on this path for the nonce.
Starting weight: 415 lbs
Current weight: 389 lbs ⇩
Long-term Goal: 145 lbs
Short-term Goal: 359 lbs
I'm not hungry. That's a good thing. I have spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about food today, though. It's like an obsession almost. I don't need to eat. I am finding myself looking for distracting activities to will-power through these obsessive food thoughts.
My mom used to offer people food a lot. I always thought she did this when she was hungry, but now I think it may have been this same type of food obsession that I am experiencing now.
Out of the clear blue nowhere, my mom would say something like, "We have leftover meatloaf in the fridge. You could make yourself a sandwich." And I would constantly have to let her know I wasn't hungry. It would continue until she ate something.
I find that my thoughts are in a similar vein, but I am not telling someone else to eat. I'm telling myself. "There is leftover pork in the fridge," I think to myself. "There's also still burrito meat that needs to be eaten."
I wonder now if my mom was attempting to quell her inner dialog so that she wouldn't overeat. My mom was heavy, but in the final decade of her life, she got her weight way down into the realm of normal by controlling her cravings and hunger. It was a bit too late for her, though. She died from complications of diabetes in 2009 at only 55 years old.
My mom would have been 63 tomorrow. I miss her a lot. It hurts me now to know that I knew so little about her illness that I couldn't support her very well in any endeavor to get healthy, stay healthy, and live longer. I have a lot of guilt.
I have guilt about my dad, too. He just passed in 2015, and he would have been 69 in October of this year. I feel as though I failed them both health-wise. I don't want to fail myself, too.
Food obsession graph:
I'm still saying below the line at 390 lbs, but it's been a struggle.
I was reading a blog from another person who had interesting thoughts about set-point theory. They contend that what we theorize about a set point is not correct, or that it is, at the very least, only part of the whole story. I'm still researching it myself. I was investigating the plateau issue when I found it, and when I know more, I'll write about what I've learned. Until then, if this is working for me, ad it appears to be for the most part, then I shall continue on this path for the nonce.Starting weight: 415 lbs
Current weight: 389 lbs ⇩
Long-term Goal: 145 lbs
Short-term Goal: 359 lbs
I'm not hungry. That's a good thing. I have spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about food today, though. It's like an obsession almost. I don't need to eat. I am finding myself looking for distracting activities to will-power through these obsessive food thoughts.
My mom used to offer people food a lot. I always thought she did this when she was hungry, but now I think it may have been this same type of food obsession that I am experiencing now.
Out of the clear blue nowhere, my mom would say something like, "We have leftover meatloaf in the fridge. You could make yourself a sandwich." And I would constantly have to let her know I wasn't hungry. It would continue until she ate something.
I find that my thoughts are in a similar vein, but I am not telling someone else to eat. I'm telling myself. "There is leftover pork in the fridge," I think to myself. "There's also still burrito meat that needs to be eaten."
I wonder now if my mom was attempting to quell her inner dialog so that she wouldn't overeat. My mom was heavy, but in the final decade of her life, she got her weight way down into the realm of normal by controlling her cravings and hunger. It was a bit too late for her, though. She died from complications of diabetes in 2009 at only 55 years old.
My mom would have been 63 tomorrow. I miss her a lot. It hurts me now to know that I knew so little about her illness that I couldn't support her very well in any endeavor to get healthy, stay healthy, and live longer. I have a lot of guilt.
I have guilt about my dad, too. He just passed in 2015, and he would have been 69 in October of this year. I feel as though I failed them both health-wise. I don't want to fail myself, too.
Food obsession graph:
I'm still saying below the line at 390 lbs, but it's been a struggle.
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