Sunday, June 10, 2018

Check in: 413.8

Okay so... I had a binge this week that launched me up 4lbs overnight. I've been on a strict, nearly zero carb path for the past 2-3 days to pull back in.

I'm approximately where I was last week. I did get down to 412.2 this week though. Which was very exciting. Nearly 38lbs! I'm so close to under 400, I can taste it.

I suspect that I will be able to pull out some new clothes when I cross that 400 boundary. My yoga pants will not stay up today. And today is day 1 of wear. I've been drying them so they will shrink a little... but it only lasts for about 4 hours before they are sliding down while I walk.

Today has been really frustrating. I have a friend who is also doing keto. We typically live separate lives. She wants to keep it a secret from all her coworkers. She doesn't want to talk to anyone about it or draw attention to the fact she is trying. I get that. It's a daring sort of accountability to say "I'm trying something," and then if you fail, you do so publicly.

But here's the thing.

If you work hard and eat right and lose 3lbs. I'm so ready to celebrate with you! I'm so ready to say CONGRATS! You look wonderful! How do you feel? Tell me about it! Even if I had a shitty week. Even if I'm not on point. Because my body/life/struggle is different right now and that is no one's problem but mine.

PLEASE be ready to offer the support you need from other people. Today was so draining. She was so narcissistic and competitive. I don't care. We are not in a competition. We are a almost 200lbs apart from one another. I will lose faster based on how much I have to lose. I will lose more inches because there is more to lose. I will eat more calories because there is more to lose. It does not make me better. It makes me think about what is going to work for me.

She is getting obsessive. Wants to show me her food log for every single day. Okay. Show me. Yes. You are doing a great job! You made a lot of really good choices! (Not going to point out that the macros are not lined up and that may be why she's on a two week plateau - feedback is not welcome at this point, only praise). How are you picking your fats? Where do your carbs come from? You are eating some really excellent foods! Everything looks delicious. It's not for me, but it's great! I only ate a thousand calories yesterday! ... I can't endorse that, so I try to observe something else positive. And it kills me inside. IT IS NOT A COMPETITION.

Then when I try to get a word in edgewise about doing lazy keto or my approach to the week. Or how I balance a day... crickets. Nothing. "I love the recipes or else food is so boring. I could never do it that way" Okay. Thank you for your shitty feedback and effusive support (sarcasm). And she's off again, motor-mouthing with details about how she ate things all week - fascinating. What about the rest of life? What else did you do this week?

WHY does this have to be about superlatives? Your app is the best. Your diet is the best. Your approach is the best. It's the only way. And no one else's approach to life or food or goals are nearly as good as yours.

This isn't really a supportive relationship. This isn't mutually beneficial. Am I as frustrating to her as she is to me today? I talked about my Wednesday binge. I talked about trying to play it super strict this week. I talked about my simple approach and how it's difficult to pack food on the bus, so I wind up buying at whole foods instead and I need to break the habit. I talk about starting to grow different plants from seed. I talk about going back to grad school. I talk about trying to get my company to pay for it. I talk about the struggle with the new house and the timeline slipping away from us before we get into it. I try to talk about my medical appointment this week. I try to get a word in edgewise a handful of times and she tromples over it. So I shut my mouth and let her keep going. I hard roll my eyes a couple of times when she talks about shallow shit.

Like she doesn't want to be judged because her car is dirty. I don't care. I really don't. You have a car. I'm grateful for that. I'm grateful you are driving. I have no basis on which to judge someone regarding the state of how they keep their car without being a total fucking hypocrite. But I really suspect that these empty apologies "sorry about the state of my car" is just another way to dig for compliments.

"I'll be so happy when I can squeeze into the XL at this store! These dresses are so cute."

"I don't doubt that you will feel good getting into that dress, but I certainly wouldn't say it's going to make you happy. But it will definitely release some awesome brain chemicals." Then we talk briefly about how exciting it will be to shop in "regular stores." Yes. True.

I don't mention that to me it is more exciting to not be close to dying, or ruining my joints, or having a quality of life that is different. So I bite my tongue. She wants to lose weight to look hot. To shop in normal stores. To impress people. Awesome. Everyone has a different why.

But I'm really struggling to be supportive when I'm getting nothing but lukewarm responses back. When do we get to put this competitive behavior aside and talk about the real stuff. The feelings. The struggles. The overcoming. The personal growth.

I don't want to engage or support the behavior I saw today and I need to figure out how to draw that line. Everyone says "boundaries" but no one shows you the methods of how to create them. Gotta figure it out by our next saturday coffee date.

XO,
Nanette

Sunday, June 3, 2018

Check in: 413.4

Okay so Dietbets have come and gone. I was gung-ho about them up until I had to start doing my initial weigh ins after a very dehydrating flu. There was no way I was going to hit those metrics. So... another fad tried. Another fad failed. And with it a stupid amount of money.

So onto the next one!

I returned to my nurse practitioner in March to get back on board with accountability. I was seeing scale readings in the high 440's and stopped weighing in all together. I had to admit to her that she was right. I need antidepressants in the brutal pacific northwest winter months. I have been eating and spending myself into numbness. I was approaching her from a very depressed place. Will had been worried because I was saying things like "Why try? Why not just eat myself to death?" and while I am not certain I was serious about death, the desperation was deep and real.

She noted on my return visit that my BP had risen some more. Very strong correlation to the ever increasing weight problem. And that reaffirmed her determination to get me off of estrogen based birth control due to potential clotting issues.

I had recently watched a netflix documentary called Take Your Pills. It had sort of villainized medications and I saw the one she had suggested listed there,Vyvanse. The message I got from the documentary was that all these people around me at work that I was intimidated by are probably all using these mental stimulants or used stimulants to get through law school. Many successful and rigorous educational institutions have tons of kids using these ADD and ADHD drugs to get ahead and the cost is that continued long term usage can cause kidney/liver failure. Long term obesity can cause organ failure too.

I let her know I was open to trying Vyvanse. I had also been reading a lot of information about Keto diets and my friend Mark had mentioned someone's success following that eating plan. I researched it for maybe 2-3 hours and then just decided to jump in. I started Keto the same day I filled my prescription. It was the best thing that has happened for me in years.

The Vyvanse is a game changer. It slows down my impulses. It gives me a moment between stimulus and response so that I can HAVE a thought pattern. Whereas before, if Will had mentioned the word pizza, I'd have it ordered for delivery before he completed his sentence. And my animal brain would eat and until it felt better. The rest of me, just along for the ride.

But now... now it was different. I could say NO. The timing was perfect. The diet and the pills at the same time. I wasn't so hungry that I couldn't rationalize with myself. I wasn't so impulsive that I couldn't make a better decision. I wasn't dying from keto flu because the brand new stimulant was pushing me through. I was mentally in the game... it is a challenge... a budget. 25g of carbs per day. Can I keep it under? Can I reinterpret all the old foods that I had justified and knew the calorie counts for... could I see them a new way that showed me their detriment?

125g carbs in 1 very dissatisfying donut. No thanks.
200g carbs in that pint of ice cream - nahh...
35g carbs in a ny slice - fuuhhhhhhh...

Wait though! That super fancy cheese I love from Whole Foods??? 0g carbs?!?! WHAT?!? perfect. this is a life I can live.

I've been doing Keto since 4/15... about a month and a half. I consider my starting weight 450. Though the actual weight was never documented. I am officially down 36.6 lbs. And for the first time in years I have seen the scale go this direction in years.

Stats that make me feel good.


  • My morning blood glucose reading is down 17 units. 
  • I am approximately the same weight now as I was in December 2016. 
  • My clothes are fitting better, but I'm not yet officially down a full size, but getting close. I have less paranoia about my belly poking out of every shirt.  


I'd like to blog more about this in the future... but I can't make any promises.

Big Fat Love,
Nanette