I’m plugging along with the Weight Watchers plan and, frankly, I’m shocked that I’m losing weight. You see, technically, my body is unable to lose weight. That’s not true. I can lose weight, but it’s very difficult. There may be a time that it’s easier. That my body will stop being stupid and understand how to process what I eat in an efficient manner. Until then, I need to be very focused on what I eat. My two biggest hurdles are hypoglycemia, which makes it necessary for me to eat at least every two hours and insulin resistance, which is my body’s inability to process sugars properly. This makes every meal a gamble when you’re trying to lose weight.
I have tried to use Metformin to help with the insulin resistance, but it makes me so sick and tired that I can’t take it on a regular basis. That means it’s all up to me. This time around feels very different from all the other times I have decided to lose weight and live healthier. I don’t feel like I’m trudging through, hoping for this wretched diet to end. Instead, I look forward to making what I like to eat fit into my menu. I have been using the word menu because diet has such a negative connotation. I have definitely changed habits. When the rest of the family wanted to have fast food the other night (a rare treat), I decided to pass and eat a more WW friendly meal and it didn’t bother me one bit. I didn’t feel like I was missing out on anything. In fact, my palate has changed to crave a lot less fat and more fruits and vegetables. Hopefully, soon, with the added energy I’m feeling, I’ll warm up to exercising in a regular basis. Right now I just play with the kids at the park to burn calories.