Yes, I have news. I started the Atkins diet. Tomorrow morning will be one week since I started it, so I'm still in what is called the "induction phase". Good news: as of this morning I lost 6 lbs. We'll see how much the scale shows tomorrow morning. Not bad for the induction phase. I know that the average is 3-4 lbs per week in the induction phase, but I also know some people lost up to 13 lbs a week. I am happy with my 6 (hopefully 7 by tomorrow morning) lbs. I can't wait to finally break under the dreaded 180. and keep losing. It will be a hard battle, as my plan is to get back to 120. I don't even dream to get back to my (once) normal 105-107.Even 120 will mean that I would have lost 30% of my body weight. And hopefully most of the pain that I have in my knees and my hips will go away. I am so tired of being so fat, of not being me.
I can tell you though that compared to other diets, Atkins is very feasible. For one, you don't go hungry. I guess that is the most important thing. For two, you can even eat sweet stuff (whatever is made with eggs, butter and cream cheese and using Splenda sweetener). Not that you have a lot of variation there, but hey! you're not going hungry. And I presume that after a while meat meat meat eggs eggs eggs cheese cheese cheese will be quite boring and won't give you much of an appetite. I wonder if the touted "appetite curbing" that happens during Atkins is not so much related to ketosis but to the fact that you just get fed up with meat, cheese and eggs. True, there are some veggies there, but only a few and after a while you get fed up with those too. Oh well. Did I mention that you never go hungry?
Anyway - I had a load of stuff to do and still didn't finish it. Two websites (I did one), prepare merchandise for one fair (that I've attended this past week and I didn't make everything I was planning to), prepare my documentation for SSD and SSI, prepare merchandise for an "art market" fair I will be attending on the 9th of February (I did do some things for that, but still need to be working), get a package ready for my Mom, prepare more Tree of Life creams (done that), continue my medical transcription classes (nope didn't get there) and in between clean the house (hey, I started doing that!), do laundry (done, but it's like it never ends) and prepare meals. It is so frustrating, it seems like days are not even a quarter of what they used to be, in terms of time. Schumann resonance. I hate Schumann resonance. You don't know what that is? Here's some information. That is why time goes by so fast. Irritating.
Anyway, the world seems to get more and more crazy. More shootings, tornadoes in January (well, that happened before though), more on immigration. To be very honest, being an immigrant myself - a legal one - I do not have too much pity on the illegals. I do not think that they need to receive so many handouts and then complain that authorities want to deport them. I still remember, years and years ago, when I was still a greencard holder, and was extremely ill, and my ex had abandoned me to die, I went to the SS office to file for SSI, so I could have at least a little bit of money - court had ordered him to pay me $1500 a month as temporary spousal support, and he was sending me $300, of which I had to pay utilities, eat and buy detergent, dog food, etc. But that is not the point. The point was that, at the Social Security office, I found out that I do not qualify, because even if we were separated and going through a divorce, even if we would have been divorced, I did not qualify because he was my "sponsor" and his income was well over $100k a year, and it was "deemed" into mine. I received these news with my head bend, hiding my tears, while at a nearby desk a big Mexican mama with a slew of at least 6 children, illegals, were receiving their financial aid. Until that moment, until I got so sick I could barely walk, I had worked hard and always paid my taxes. But I could not benefit from them, even if I was a legal immigrant, because the law said that the man who had gotten me so ill and abandoned me to die and was doing everything in his power that I would not have enough to survive was making too much money, no matter if I didn't see much of that, while the illegals at the nearby desk were receiving everything they needed, housing, medical care, food. Yea. I'm not that sweet on illegal immigrants.
I sure hope to be able to workout again soon. And maybe start that video with exercises for the Latissimus Dorsi breast reconstruction recovery.
Until then, aren't they adorable?
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