So I'm on this diet. It took me a little while to get motivated to do it, then needed to find one that would work for me. A couple of my friends have done the Metabolic weight loss program and have had great results, so I thought I'd give it a try. Now the word diet in and of itself doesn't necessarily mean you are being deprived of Oreos, although in my case, it does. I don't really love the fact that the first three letters are "die" with the t off by itself on the end, I mean, why can't we just spell it with a "y" instead, dyet?
After awhile of measuring the food you eat, you can practically look at the food and judge 4 ounces of chicken. I like to keep things simple; if it gets too complicated, I might get discouraged and give up. So far, I'm doing pretty well. The Eliptical helps too by the way.
It is getting so much harder to lose the weight since let's face facts here, I'm not twenty five. The weight gain began during the last six months or so while I was working. As I had said in an earlier blog, I had gone through a very stressful time when changes came about at work. Stress causes weight gain, and it didn't help when I would finally get home at seven thirty pm and go right to the chips. I just love chips, don't you? Thankfully, there are healthy alternatives and snacks that can manage that craving. I can have Sea Salt! Yay!
I have been going twice a week to weigh-in. When you know you have to go get weighed, it's like putting a force-field on the pantry; kind of like those invisible boundries in the yard that trigger when the dog's collar gets too close? You know what I'm talking about. I think that's kind of mean, but I don't think it really hurts them since after a time, they get wise to it. I kept telling my grandson that I had to go get weighed, and he thought I meant I had to go get "Wayde", a friend of ours. Then my son thought the same thing, so now I say I'm going to my "weigh-in". Let's keep things perfectly clear to avoid any confusion here.
I'm really not that hungry, and I can eat regular food. Just less of it! I did realize something though, that I am perfectly satisfied with the amount that I eat. That is probably true in many other areas of life. Why do we feel like we are always supposed to have more? And where does that more go? Well, it's probably jammed in the back of the closet or garage. I read somewhere that the body can efficiently process 4 ounces of protein, but anything over that adds weight. All the extra "stuff" we think we need, adds more weight to our lives. Learning to be satisfied with what you have, and to be thankful that you have it, is a real life lesson. As they say, knowledge is power, but that knowledge comes through the one and only higher power, our God. Prayer is an awesome way to ask for the help you need to accomplish anything according to God's will.
I know God wants us to be healthy and fit. In 1 Corinthians 6:19, the scripture says we are the temple of the Holy Spirit who is in us. That is a gift from God when we accept Jesus Christ. I know the Holy Spirit is probably not too concerned if "we"(He and I) can't fit into my skinny jeans, but He knows that it bothers me. So because it bothers me, then it is important to Him. The Lord does not want me being so consumed or preoccupied with what doesn't fit, that I can't minister to others. Satan will try to use any way he can to distract us from running the race, and fighting the good fight of faith. True faith in Christ can free us from any bondage, so giving it to Him, even a diet(dyet :) is the key.
I'll keep you posted on my weight loss journey. It should be interesting since right now I'm thinking about the box of Cheezits in the pantry. Nevermind, I think they're getting stale anyway :)