It’s been nearly three weeks now since I started eating differently. To be honest, this was just going to be a week of a trial-effort. I never expected it to have lasted this long. So far, though, I can see this sticking, so long as I make some tweaks sooner rather than later.
Firstly, I’ve lost way more weight than I thought I would by now. I started off at 240 pounds. Now, when I step on the scale, I’m down to 225. That’s a fifteen-pound loss in three weeks, ten of which came off in the first week or so. Now that my body is adjusting to the way I’m eating, weight loss has slowed up, but is still progressing towards the weight I should be at. I will admit that it sure feels nicer to step on the scales and see the numbers getting smaller, rather than larger, as they had been for the past year and few months. More importantly I’m able to fit back into the jeans that Ray bought me last summer, which means I’m about 1.5″ smaller around the waist than I was at the start of this. Ray also commented that he was seeing weight loss in my face.
Secondly, my housemates and Ray have been super supportive about this dietary shift. Bil made some off-hand comments to start, but after reporting the results so far to him, I think he’s come around to seeing this as a good thing. Ray knows of some decent paleo-friendly restaurants around town which I’ve enjoyed trying. Dick’s Kitchen, for example, will get more of my money. Grass-fed beef over greens? Yes please.
Ray has started taking my dietary needs into deeper consideration when we do go out to eat, which has caused us some nonsensical friction.
At first, I told him not to worry about where we grab a bite – I’m a big boy who can find something to eat pretty much anywhere, and this is not a dietary restriction of his food. When we went to a new sushi/Japanese place here in our neighborhood, though, I made the mistake of saying “I’m not sure what to order” while we were looking over the menus. He got quiet, and replied “we can leave,” which is not at all what he wanted to do. I immediately felt bad, and found two appetizers on the menu that had the least amount of blacklisted food, and proceeded to order them. Soy sauce is off the menu, but the dishes I had contained some. Same goes for sesame seeds (a grain). Still, the bulk of what I did manage to order was fine, and while I did notice an up-tick in bloating and gas the next morning, it wasn’t completely uncomfortable. Ray got whatever sushi/rice he wanted, and as the meal finished, I told him how sorry I was for making it awkward to go out to eat, apologizing for my diet, and that I never expected him to make any changes to suit my personal needs. He looked at me, smiled, and explained that he wants me to be able to enjoy a meal with him, and that his only concern was that I wasn’t able to get enough to eat to be satisfied. I told him that being satisfied with food isn’t why I go out to eat with him – it’s the shared time with him that I most enjoy. He grinned and blushed, and I thanked him for his concerns about my new diet. He can see that I’m pleased with the results so far, and he is being supportive in a way I would have never expected from a lacto-ovo-vegetarian who’s diet is based on bread, rice, beans, and milk. Once again, my boyfriend is amazing.
The biggest hurdle I’m having, though, is what to eat when I finally do get hungry. Because my cravings for food have changed, I can go hours in between meals unlike ever before. That said, when I do finally realize it’s time to eat, I find myself searching for something quick to make. I need to be better about planning and prepping my food for the day. I’ve got breakfast down pat – eggs and spinach/greens, or a green smoothie. Lunch is usually a piece of fruit and some nuts (breakfast seems to last a lot longer in my system these days, leaving me full and satisfied for much longer). At dinnertime, though, is when I falter. My housemates enjoy all food – “paleo” and not – and as it’s a shared food situation (and they outnumber me 2:1) there is one meal made that is shared. Sometimes, it’s all things I can eat, like last night’s baked chicken and fresh steamed green beans. Other times, it’s stuff I have to avoid, like Friday night’s pasta bake. On those nights when the meal isn’t going to fit me, I need to have more options. I need to take more initiative there.
I also need to incorporate more exercise into my week. I typically get about 10,000 steps in a day, with more on my days off, but I need to up that. Walking, or even running, is going to help me shed even more weight, plus it’s great for my cardiovascular system and fights off a number of bad effects from having a sit-down, sedentary job.
I’m going to nail this down, in time. I’ve learned that paying attention to the signals my body is sending me is crucial, and now that I’ve cut out the sugar and junk, it feels like I’m hearing the signals a lot clearer. I am happy with the way things are going, and I know I’m doing the right thing for the body that I’m inhabiting. I feel like, perhaps, this is the first time I’ve felt like I’m treating my body with the dignity it deserves, and that makes me feel at peace.