All of the books I am reading about life after weight loss all talk about hitting a wall around that six month mark. So I guess I am completely normal! And speaking of normal, the mental health worker I have been seeing has deemed me normal enough not to see anymore. Hmmmm.... good thing I didn't tell her all about my evil plans to take over the world. I had been seeing her to help work through the reasons why I overeat. I know that I am definitely not cured and will struggle with this for the rest of my life. It is too bad I don't have access to an eating disorder councilor to talk too.
At seven months I can now eat about one cup of food at a sitting depending on the density. I eat around 1000 calories a day, sometimes a bit more if I have been exercising a lot. My gym membership is done for the summer, but I am still playing squash and doing a lot of walking. My biggest problem is still grazing. I am working hard to keep my eating to set times, but it is still a struggle.
I have now lost a total of 87lbs. That is the equivalent of Hunter, Cavan and two and a half blocks of lard. Seeing it really puts it into perspective for me:
|Cavan- he sure isn't far behind his brother!|
|I have lost these boys plus those two boxes of lard. Feeling pretty darn proud today!|