Day 11: Late weights

Week one is now well in the books, done, and won. During said week I lost 19.5 pounds, which frankly makes me very very happy. While making me happy, it's also very secondary.

What I really accomplished is that I gained confidence, in volumes. I gained the confidence to overcome, to see, and to continue. Over the past two years I've been kicked in the gut, proverbially, by weight loss setbacks in so many forms that I needed something to push forward with - some win, even small. Prednisone and other prescription drugs threw me off during that time period, a throw off that I never saw an end to, until now.

I'm also learning. I'm taking inventory of every time I would have made a poor choice and it's really telling. As I told my wife, I'm not realizing how poor the choices I make are - not terrible, just poor. When waiting to long to get lunch and getting the kids something, I get myself something. That something is not a Big Mac with Fries and a Coke like the bad old days, but it is something like a taco salad, or a salad prepared in a manner that I'm not in control of.

Now I'm gaining the confidence to say "no" to that, and to realize in my head that hunger is just temporary, a signal not for panic but for information. Not for immediate "I HAVE TO GET IT FIXED NOW" but for "okay, make a plan, calm yourself, and do it".

With week one well in the books, Week two has been good. It's been 11 days since I've had anything but Optifast to eat, and the only drinks I've had are black french-pressed coffee, water, and a solitary Diet Pepsi that really tasted like crap. I'll stick with coffee, thankyouverymuch.

I have 73 more days to go until transition begins officially. In 52 days I head on a work trip to the west coast wherein I will not have a choice but to eat several times. I'm not worried, and will have a very direct plan in place of when it's necessary, what to have, and what to avoid. In other words: I will be a waiters worst nightmare :).

Good days are here, and ahead.