"Week" 1 complete.

Saturday is my new weigh-in/check-in with the weight loss clinic. Given the previous holiday weekend and my proclivity towards gluttony, I didn't start right away. Not until Tuesday. So it's been a whopping 4 days on the diet. Granted, the beginning is the worst part. Some slight headaches, anxiety, boredom, and energy lapses that couldn't be cured with a delicious meal.

Today has been significantly easier than previous days. Hopefully I'm at the part where my body has adapted to the new lower caloric intake and my brain can figure out new ways to handle things without a nice bowl of carbs.

My weight loss clinic wasn't able to do the body scan that tells me my makeup of fat, muscle, water, etc., so I don't know any percentages. I'm down 8 pounds. Hopefully most of it isn't muscle, but I won't know until next week.

From here, I want to lose 40 lbs to get to my goal of being at my lowest adult weight. I definitely wasn't perfect and I remember thinking I still needed to lose 20-30 lbs, but taking off the 40 lbs is my first goal. It's a lot to think about, but if I break it up into 20 and 20, hopefully it's more manageable to work through. Luckily, my boyfriend is also doing the program and my lovely best friend is doing Weight Watchers. So, it's good to have people around that aren't talking about chili dogs all day.

Exercise begins on Monday. Oh, joyous occasion.

Really, this time.

I've left this blog to rot for the last four months, but I'm back to it. No one reads this shit, but it does give me something to do besides think about, shop for, and eat food. I went back to my OptiFast clinic on Saturday. Weighed in, got my shakes and bars, and waited until the holiday weekend was over until I devoted myself to today (Tuesday) to start up. In my dieting hiatus, I put back on all but 6 lbs of my original weight loss. I guess that's better than being higher than before, right? 


My memory of the program is that the first few days are misery and it wasn't until a week or two in was I able to be totally adapted and not need to pop a Valium just so I could deal with the anxiety I wasn't eating away with late night popcorn. I'll miss you, clarified butter and sea salt. I feel prepared for it, though. Despite my adoration of unhealthy food, I just don't feel good after indulging in things that provide little to no nutrition. 


By next week I plan to have a fitness routine in place. I've ordered some DVD's and other supplies that are supposed to help me avoid needing a gym membership. I have to wait for them to arrive, but a week to adapt to 800 calories a day before getting in a relationship with cardio and resistance training is probably a good idea. Fridge is stocked. My brain is as ready as it can be. Let's hope it's not brutal. 

Off I go...