Still going strong over here. I am staying on track with my fasting (for the most part) and my eating. And since this blog has focused a lot on negative topics, I thought I would focus on a positive one: there are, in fact, lifestyle gains from losing 24 pounds.
You might be thinking, but FatJulia, you have like 200 pounds to lose. How can 24 pounds make a difference?
It does, person. It does.
My clothes fit better. Some of them might be a little loose, but I like that. I know it will turn on me eventually, but for now, everything in my closet fits, for a change.
Certain…uh… hygiene tasks are easier. I was able to do okay on the hygiene front before, but it was getting a kinda tough sometimes. A stiff back, limited flexibility, and the weight were all conspiring to make certain things a challenge. Those things are much easier now. Hand to God.
It is pretty darn easy to stick with it, at this stage. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve logged enough weeks to establish a new habit or if my stomach shrank or what, but it’s not an all-day struggle anymore. It’s just an occasional struggle. 10pm to 11pm is the only time I want to break. It’s the witching hour when every snack in the house looks like a fucking goldmine of deliciousness. BUT! That’s about 3 or 4 hours into a new fast and I don’t want to find myself with only a 12 hour or 14 hour fast the next day, so usually, I just brush my teeth and go to bed.
It’s getting easier to walk around. Oh, stuff still hurts, don’t get me wrong. I’m not, like, skinny, yet. But I feel like some weight has been lifted. Because it has. So there’s a touch more spring in my step. I’m not mad.
I have gotten rid of my 3rd pillow. So, I do love pillows and like a lot people, I’m pretty picky about them. I have two very squishy ones for my head and up until a week ago had a 3rd pillow for my back. It was a nice memory foam pillow and without it, my back hurt too much to fall asleep or stay asleep. I no longer need the 3rd pillow. I don’t get the physiology of it, but there it is.
I fit slightly better in the driver’s seat of my car. Only slightly, but I’ll take it. I’m still using a seat-belt extender and my hip rubs the console, but I feel a teeny bit further from the steering wheel and like I have just a bit more room to breathe. It is, actually, quite refreshing.
That’s all I can come up with off the top of my head. If I think of some more, I’ll edit the list. I want anyone who is starting out – anyone morbidly obese who thinks the rest of their life is going to be a slow, painful, immobilization and crowding to death – that just a few weeks of effort can and will put another inch or two between you and the body-fat-coffin you are building.