Follow up to last night's post (bariatric surgery)

Unfortunately my math last night was wrong. It's simple math, so I blame stress. I thought I had to lose a pound a week for the eight weeks to meet the minimum number he wants me to lose, but 10 pounds in 8 weeks isn't one per week. Also, I can't aim for the low end of the 10-15 scale, just in case of water weight or aliens landing in my stomach or whatever. I really need to lose two pounds per week most weeks, two weeks can be one pound.

That sounds a whole lot less possible.

Things I decided in the last 24 hours:

- Cancel Graze. Even their low calorie snacks are too much. I was going to have to do it eventually, so this one doesn't bother me too much.

- Delete all my food blog bookmarks. This one is harder. I love looking at 'food porn' and all the newest fast food products coming out, but I strongly suspect that seeing it makes me want it, and I have to cut fast food 100% out (not even the grilled chicken sandwiches I used to eat).

- Pickles are a good snack. One serving (6 chips) have 10 calories. For some reason they were oddly satisfying last night. (But they're high in sodium, so need to not have them around weigh-in days.)

- I have a minor "cheat" in my bag -- I still have my diuretic (prescription) pills. I don't think they'll count for much weight, but every little bit might matter. (Edit: Official weigh-in days, with the doctor, not checks I do at home.)

I wish I liked vegetables. They'd make this somewhat easier. Maybe eventually I'll get so hungry they'll look good.

So hungry already. I broke my breakfast up into thirds instead of half, so I can eat it more often and hopefully prevent snacking at work.

But, even as impossible as this feels, at least I feel better than last night.

Countdown Diet: Day One

My LJ isn't going to become all about all about dieting, promise!

Today was a good day food-wise, I think. I ate about 1,100 calories. I ended up going to Subway for lunch, but my sandwich (6 inch turkey with extra meat) came in at under 400 calories, so that's okay.

I had intended to go grocery shopping, but I had to pick up my CPAP machine (which is why I was an hour late for lunch and too hungry not to get food RIGHT NOW). I wanted to inhale that "sandwich" (six inches is so small, so sad), but I forced myself to make it last as long as I could. That seems to be a handy trick, making food last as long as you can.

Dinner was a 200 calorie frozen meal and later some (half-serving) almonds. My stomach is growling now, but soon I'll go to bed. I hate going to sleep hungry, but guess I'm going to get used to that.

CPAP machine cost me $100, which was a tenth of the price(!!). Unfortunately it comes with a modem which they use to track me for three months to make sure I'm "in compliance". Guess the insurance company wants to make sure I'm not going to just toss it into a corner? (Which I had been tempted to do, so valid concern.)

I did something potentially stupid this evening. I weighed myself. If my weight had gone up after such a hunger-filled day, I would have thrown myself out a window, so it was risky to check so soon. 24 hours into this, my scale claims I lost two pounds. I'm certain it's just water weight (fast food yesterday = lots of salt = lots of fluid retained, none today = losing that fluid), but it's still a relief that the number went down. (Edit: It's really killing me to do this. For years my doctor told me not to chase numbers on the scale, and now I'm doing exactly that.)

One last funny little thing: I saw a McDonald's commercial for some new burger. I was staring at it thinking about all the food I could have for the calories that are probably in that one sandwich. I do really, really miss french fries though. Sweet things? Meh. Bread? Yes please. Fries? GIMME NOW