lose 45 pounds!!!
Last night I went to a company function with my husband. Among the usual attendees was Paul, someone I consider a good friend even though we seldom see one another. It’s just that the sight of him and his wife puts me completely at ease.
I think Paul likes when I remark on his weight loss. To date it’s an astonishing 45 pounds! How did he do it?
When I see Paul I’m convinced hubby and I should take to juicing. However when we’re back in the comfort of our home, reality sets in.
A diet consisting mostly of juice? Not my idea of a square meal…long term.
I’ve done Weight Watchers (3 times)…as well as the Perricone Diet…and more recently, the Zone Diet. All make good on their claims. It’s the thought of sticking to them for the rest of my life, where I go my own way.
The upside for me is that I retain a lot of good information from all these diets.
Weight Watchers got me to drink 8 glasses of water…more or less. It also made me realize that exercise alone does not guarantee weight loss. Dieting has to be part of the equation.
The Perricone Diet, conceived by NYC dermatologist Dr. Perricone, confirmed the long-held belief…garbage in…garbage out. What we eat is reflected in how we look. While my appearance benefited from the diet, I really did it to “cure” arthritic inflammation. It worked! But I didn’t much care for eating rabbit food all the time.
My husband and I shed pounds slowly, but steadily, while on the Zone Diet for several weeks. We felt more energized. My health issues faded into the background. I literally jumped…well maybe not jumped, more like leaped…out of bed at a normal hour. I remarked on how my husband seemed longer, as if he’d spent some time on a rack, being stretched to his full 5’11″. We felt younger; we looked younger.
And then Hawaii happened. We flew back for my mother-in-law’s funeral, and to spend time with family.
I’ve always thought that were I still living in the land of my birth, I’d have ballooned to the size of a Macy’s Thanksgiving Day balloon. That’s how much I love the island food.
Plate lunches are commonplace in the islands. And they’re not just for lunch. They can be had any time of day…24 hours a day…7 days a week. They consist of meat…1 type or several…2 scoops of white rice…and a scoop or two of macaroni salad.
I’m salivating as I write this.
I would find it difficult to refrain from eating a plate lunch at least once a day. The scale would more than likely reflect the number of days I’d eaten plate lunches…365. I kid you not!
Perhaps over time I’d realize that my beloved island food wasn’t going to go anywhere. That I’d be able to have more of the same the next day…and the next…and the next. By then, the damage might be done. I’d become a blimp. And letting the air out would be way more difficult than…letting it in.
At the moment I’m on a hodge podge diet of sorts. The driving force behind it is the recent discovery of my sensitivity to certain foods.
If you ever tried eliminating gluten and eggs from your diet, you know the quandry I’m in.
My solution? Sometimes I pay heed; sometimes I throw caution to the wind. I’m sure the Naturopath won’t want to hear this.
I try to follow the basics of the diets I’ve attempted.
Drink plenty of water…I try.
Drink green tea daily…no problem.
Refrain from sugar in all its forms…I try.
Eat more fruits and veggies…especially the orange and green kinds…I try.
Take the supplements prescribed by my Naturopath…I try.
Keep my body moving…no problem except when it comes to a regimen of exercising…I try.
Thankfully I’ve been able to keep off the last 10 pounds I’ve lost, despite having “fallen off the wagon”…multiple times.
I’m now doing battle with the next 10 pounds…and they’re not going down without a fight.
Fortunately, or not so fortunately, old age is on my side. My metabolism ain’t what it use to be, and things just don’t work the way they used to. So it’s adjust, or be prepared for a good pummeling.
My advice? Subscribe to whatever works for you. If juicing jingles your bells…go for it.
…as for me…give me food i can chew…