So here I am on day 15 to a new life. A few weeks ago I wrote about my latest attempt at being the Biggest Loser. I know. I know. Many of the Planet Kirby faithful already think I am a big loser; but this is just about losing weight and getting my life back to a healthy state of mind.
As you know, I've enlisted the help of a Wellness Coach who has been nothing but marvelous, darling...simply marvelous. I'm logging in all of my daily food intake, liquids and exercise on a website at myfitnesspal.com. It's been a big help. I've never kept track of my daily caloric intake on my previous adventures in weight loss.
Honestly, the first few days were the hardest. I knew I needed to eat smart but my kirbyoblongata was telling me to go for the Peanut M&M's. The first time I went for a walk my lungs felt like they were hemorrhaging. But I kept walking. After all, I have a reservation to dance with my granddaughter at her wedding so knew I needed to get back into shape; lung hemorrhage or not. After the third day or so I found that eating smart wasn't actually that difficult. My family has been very supportive and the Planet Kirby faithful have been super-dee-duper in their support as well. Thank you all so much!
I've learned something else. My wellness coach said that I wasn't properly hydrated. She recommended that I drink at least 80 ounces of water each day. After the first few days my body got used to the influx of liquid and I found that I didn't need to visit the Little Boys Room every 5 minutes and, more importantly, I was actually sleeping better. Sleeping better equals not getting up at night and roaming the house. Not roaming the house equals not stubbing my toe on the dresser. Not stubbing my toe on the dresser equals not shouting profanity in the middle of the night. Not shouting profanity in the middle of the night equals not waking up everyone in the house. I think you get the picture.
This morning I got up and got on the scale to check my progress. It's one of those digital scales and it started flashing all kinds of numbers on the screen as it carefully weighed my progress. When all the flashing of numbers stopped there was one number remaining of the screen. Using my simple math skills that I learned at the feet of my math sensei, John "Slug" Armstrong, my brain quickly registered that I had lost 11 pounds in 15 days.
Stepping off the scale, I turned and quickly high-fived myself and then stubbed my toe on the bathroom vanity. Oh well, some things never change...
Thanks for the support. I'll let you know how it goes.
Be Well.
Bill
