I'm only point-two pounds down today from yesterday. This feels like a stall to me. it could be the calm before the woosh, though. I'm not going to enter into a new 72-hour fast for another day or so, but i really, really want to. I know I can lose more weight if I fast. I liked fasting. I lost a lot of weight doing it. I mean, technically, I fast every day, but what I'm talking about is an extended fast. That's a fast that lasts longer than 24 hours. Generally, when I eat OMAD, I fast for about 23 or 24 hours. I try for 22 hours at least. Some days I go a bit longer, but usually no at least 22 hours.
Starting weight: 401 lbs
Current weight: 360.6 lbs ⇩
Long-term Goal: 145 lbs
Short-term Goal: 359 lbs
This last pound before I hit my next short-term goal sure it being stubborn. I think it has developed a mind of its own. I think it may be sentient... it's sentient, and it's mad at me!
I want to get rid of it, and it knows it. I want to get rid of it and its whole family! I'm working toward being 145 lbs here. I know this is not going to be easy. These pounds want to tic around. They have grown accustomed to my face! n case the reference is lost on you, I love My Fair Lady. it's one of my favorite musicals. In this metaphor, I am Eliza Doolittle, and my fat is Henry Higgins! I want to leave my fat, but my fat wants me to stick around.
But unlike Eliza, I have no fondness for my Henry Higgins. There will be no love lost. There will be no remorse. There will be no longing or sadness when the last bit of this Henry Higgins is gone from my life!
In other news, we have gotten my husband's blood glucose under control pretty much. He took a glucose measurement yesterday about an hour-and-a-half after eating, and he was at 118! Yay! That's a ways down from the 168 he had from his physical. He is very relieved, as am I. He was really scared he'd lose his limbs and then die. He's seen it happen to his family members.
I am also afraid of Diabetes, to be honest. My mom's parents both had it. My grandfather lost his leg, and then he died. My grandmother followed him years years after, but she never lost any of her limbs. My own mother had it, and I lost her when she was just 55 years old. She didn't take very good care of herself at all, though. She had a Coke problem -- should couldn't stop drinking it. She wouldn't.
So I have seen the toll it takes on the body, and I
never wanted that to happen to me. I'm afraid to even take my blood glucose reading, but I have a monitor being shipped for my use right now, and I will start taking readings. I'm curious what my numbers look like. I'm over 300 lbs, but I have also been doing this keto and fasting thing for well over a month. There's a good chance I have good numbers, but I can't be sure until I actually test it.
To be or not to be a Diabetic; that is the question graph:
Starting weight: 401 lbs
Current weight: 360.6 lbs ⇩
Long-term Goal: 145 lbs
Short-term Goal: 359 lbs
This last pound before I hit my next short-term goal sure it being stubborn. I think it has developed a mind of its own. I think it may be sentient... it's sentient, and it's mad at me!
I want to get rid of it, and it knows it. I want to get rid of it and its whole family! I'm working toward being 145 lbs here. I know this is not going to be easy. These pounds want to tic around. They have grown accustomed to my face! n case the reference is lost on you, I love My Fair Lady. it's one of my favorite musicals. In this metaphor, I am Eliza Doolittle, and my fat is Henry Higgins! I want to leave my fat, but my fat wants me to stick around.But unlike Eliza, I have no fondness for my Henry Higgins. There will be no love lost. There will be no remorse. There will be no longing or sadness when the last bit of this Henry Higgins is gone from my life!
In other news, we have gotten my husband's blood glucose under control pretty much. He took a glucose measurement yesterday about an hour-and-a-half after eating, and he was at 118! Yay! That's a ways down from the 168 he had from his physical. He is very relieved, as am I. He was really scared he'd lose his limbs and then die. He's seen it happen to his family members.
I am also afraid of Diabetes, to be honest. My mom's parents both had it. My grandfather lost his leg, and then he died. My grandmother followed him years years after, but she never lost any of her limbs. My own mother had it, and I lost her when she was just 55 years old. She didn't take very good care of herself at all, though. She had a Coke problem -- should couldn't stop drinking it. She wouldn't.
So I have seen the toll it takes on the body, and I
never wanted that to happen to me. I'm afraid to even take my blood glucose reading, but I have a monitor being shipped for my use right now, and I will start taking readings. I'm curious what my numbers look like. I'm over 300 lbs, but I have also been doing this keto and fasting thing for well over a month. There's a good chance I have good numbers, but I can't be sure until I actually test it.
To be or not to be a Diabetic; that is the question graph:
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