The zeal of the newly diagnosed
It is curious how hyper-aware I am of every tiny maybe-symptom that occurs during the day. Last night, as I lay in my bed, a vague pressing sensation was in my throat. OH NO! I thought. Could this be a goiter?
And then I cleared my throat and no. Nope, there is nothing there.
I've ordered a couple of books to read over the weekend, but the advice I've been given right off the bat tells me that I need to eat 5-6 small (ie, 300) calorie meals a day, instead of my usual half-assed breakfast, big lunch and smallish dinner. It is supposed to help correct my metabolism, and I'm sure the whys and hows are buried somewhere in one of the books I have on the way, but in the meantime, I figured I'd start off today by weighing myself:
189 pounds.
And then fanning myself. Oh my GAH - that's 3rd trimester with my 3rd kid weight.
And then by impulsively deciding to document each of my 300 calorie meals , so I can keep track of what I'm REALLY eating, as opposed to what I like to think I'm eating, and maybe gain some awareness on the way.
The results are being dumped into flickr (and displayed in the sidebar down below.)
Let's just say that I haven't grocery shopped since returning home from BlogHer, and unless I was willing to eat some very strange foods, I ended up getting two meals to go today. But I photographed them and dutifully recorded them. Let's just see how long I can keep this up.
The other piece of this puzzle is exercise. Tomorrow, I'm dragging my sorry carcass out of bed and hauling my happy ass, plus my dog and my 10 year old daughter, around the neighborhood in a brisk fashion. What I really need to do is weight training, but I think I'll jump into that starting next week, as I want to give my body a chance to catch up with my brain.
Comments
I'm loving the photo set.
Posted by: HG | August 5, 2009 4:17 AM