Anyone remember being head over heels in love and losing your appetite because of it?
The last 4 days have been that way for me...I'm just barely starting down this path.
I have been slowly losing weight for the last 2 years. When I first started to lose was when I got the worst case of nerves I've ever had - hubby told me his job was ending - this was in February - on the way to see the doctor because I had once again developed cellulitis.
I don't have high blood pressure, but that day it was through the roof! (Duh!). When you're sick to your stomach because you can't figure out how you're going to keep paying the mortgage come October, well, you start to lose some weight.
So in 2 years, I've lost about 34 lbs. I had this goal - a number 1 for the first number of my weight - as in 199 or lower. I made 199 about a month ago. and I've lost a little more since.
I've been working with a nutritionist at the health clinic since the 1st of the year. This has been a great help - I have among other things adult onset diabetes and bi-lateral lower extremity lymphedema - both conditions are greatly helped if there is slow steady weight loss resulting in no relapse.
So fast forward to now... I am finding that now that things are actually being done to me instead of just fantasizing about them, that I am wanting to be cleaner inside for my man. I am not starving myself. I am continuing to eat. I am just trying to make wiser choices and eat smaller portions - wouldn't the nutritionist be proud of me? Maybe I should explain how I finally got it through my head to stay 'on the wagon'...
So anyway, since my epiphany last weekend, I feel like I'm a giddy teenager in love and my appetite is not what it was. Who knew you could fall in love all over again with your man after 26 years just by telling him your deepest darkest most secret desires and him being willing to help fulfill them...