Thirteen

I am just now starting to come down from the high of the weekend. I just wish it wasn't over already. I wish I had went to Tampa. I wish I were going to the show in Cincinnati too. Selfish, I know. Oh well, it was great and I am just still really thankful. I only wish Terry had been in the pit with me and I wish Logan could have been there too. He would have loved it even though they didn't play Lullaby which is his very favorite. He is downstairs now with Pictures of You cranked up in his room. I find the whole thing very comforting that my pre-teen likes The Cure almost as much as I do. Someday maybe, he can see them too.

So tomorrow is the one month mark for going raw. It seems that we are on a permanent course. I wondered if we would make it a month. It is much easier since Terry is eating the same way. At times we are all actually eating the same things. That is a rarity. The girls have taken a liking to a particular baby spinach salad with sun-dried tomatoes, capers, pine nuts, and balsamic vinaigrette that I make regularly now. Everything is raw except for the balsamic vinegar and I still haven't even tried to adjust that to be 100% raw. It works and it has made tons of progress happen in this house so I am not going to try to fix what isn't broken. The children are all going through their own little sugar cravings and fat cravings but I notice every day that they become more appreciative of the fruit and vegetables that are made available to them. I have gotten them to eat a lot of things they wouldn't even look at before.

Terry is going to need a whole new dresser full of pants as all of his fit him much like Omar the tent maker has been his personal tailor. He has to walk around with his hands in his pockets now to keep them up. His belts just make the waistband kind of scrunched up. Not really a good look for him. So, I am supposing that we will need to go shopping on payday and buy him pants. I, on the other hand, might be able to actually wear some of the clothes I already own soon. I have closet and drawers overflowing with things I have not been able to squeeze into for over a year. I can lay down on the bed and get my jeans zipped and buttoned and could stand around all day in them, but sitting isn't an option so that pretty much rules them out at least for another ten pounds. So far, in this first month, I have lost thirteen pounds.

I had decided not to set a goal weight because I was not really sure with my medical history and the ailments I have had for the last couple of years what my limitations were going to be. I didn't want to reach for the impossible and sabotage the whole thing from the beginning by depressing myself over how far it was to go. Besides, this isn't a diet. There is no stopping point once I reach a certain weight. There is a probably some weight I probably shouldn't go under but I find it really hard to believe I would ever be in danger of that! The lowest I have ever been since high school is 128 pounds. That is a good weight for me. When I get back there I will not only be impressed but an incredible degree happier trying to find something to wear every Saturday morning. If I don't hit any plateaus between here and there (which I inevitably will) it would take approximately two months. If I worked out more it might take less. Though the idea that muscle weighs more than fat would make my scale go up and down like a yoyo. I haven't exactly been exercising like I know I should. School will start up again in a couple of weeks and all of the assholes we live around will be out of our hair then we will start going to the pool every morning.

Posted by gwendolyn on July 30, 2004 at 09:04 AM