From Caterpillar to Butterfly (my journey on the Ideal Protein diet)
Here we go!
Last week I began using Ideal Protein products for weight loss. Today I get to go weigh in and see how I did. I am so excited because in one week I can already tell a difference! I thought I would start this blog so that other dieters can follow and see how I feel from day to day about the diet. So far the food for the most part has been pretty good, but I get real nervous when I think of eating these same things for as long as it is going to take for me to achieve my goal. Also when I think how long it will be before I taste cheese or bread again. I just keep telling myself it will be worth it and the better I do now the quicker it will go. If it works like its supposed to this will help my body be able to eat those things again without insulin resistance, so eventually I should be able to eat normal and maintain. I will let you know what the final outcome is for this week. My overall goal is to loose 135 pounds and I hope to do it by sometime in the fall.
I thought that throughout this blog I will share some of the painful experiences I've had with being fat so that I can remember how good it is to be healthy and fit and keep myself motivated. For the last year my husband has been so excited about a trip we had planned to Cancun and I have not been due to having to fly in an airplane and wear a bathing suit every day. This was the first time that I have flown and not been able to get my seatbelt fastened. I didn't know what to do, but there was know way that I was going to ask for an extender, so I just draped the seatbelt around me and my stomach covered it anyway, so it looked like it was buckled. I was so nervous that maybe they had a system that showed which belts weren't buckled and that I was going to get caught. Not only that but every time we took off or landed or hit turbulence I thought to myself that I was jeopardizing my safety and that of my 6 month old daughter that I was holding because of my weight. We ended up having a great time in Cancun, but one day we toured the Mayan ruins and I had another embarrassing experience. Our tour guide had hired bicycle taxis to drive us between the ruins. The poor kid who had to peddle me! As other taxis passed the boys would say something in their native Mayan language which I couldn't understand. Now it may have been my imagination, but I'm sure they offering their sympathy for the load this kid had to haul. Whether or not that was the case I still felt so sorry for the boy and embarrassed because I'm sure it was running through the minds of everyone who passed us. I don't want to be an embarrassment to my husband and kids anymore even though they would not ever say that I am.