by nickieluv » July 16th, 2007, 9:33 pm
Day 9 done and it was a nailbiter, people. I wanted so badly to just munch. It's the stress of the show, I know - I'm not getting enough sleep (she says as she sits at the computer after midnight) and I have to be out late for rehearsals and I'm not taking advantage of nap times when I can. Tomorrow is another day that I can nap. I'll try to actually do it this time. Today I spent catching up on TIVO during the baby's nap instead of sleeping myself.
I was thinking tonight how if there wasn't this challenge going, I would have just caved and cheated today. I know I would have - it's just easier (or so it seems - really it's more work to go buy food than it is to shake and drink but it's all perception). And it's a habit from shows past - when you're out late, you grab McDonald's on the way home. But we are only talking about 12 more days of this. Heck, it'll get me through the next 10-day installment of the challenge and then some. And I know it's better for my energy level to stay 'clean' and not gunk up my system with junk food that takes lots more work to digest. Old habits die hard - if they die at all.
I am getting concerned about maintenance. With my life plans, we could be talking about it at the end of this 100 days. And I'm not prepared. I am still ruled by food. The wrong foods. I know all the facts about how to eat healthy but obviously I've not ever put them into practice for long. So in a way I am savoring this challenge, because it might be my last chance at such a no-brainer way of eating for a while. And I really am hopeful that I could get to the 100# club before having to go off-program for a while.
Mike was joking a bit back about me being able to see the future. I am taking it for granted that I'll get pregnant right away. I know there are no guarantees, though. And I'm not going off plan until I have results from a blood test, and even then, with my doctor's OK, I'll just start the transition plan, even if I go right to the highest calorie level. Off-plan does not have to mean 'back to my old ways.' I need to process that and really believe it. What use will all of this have been if I gain it all back during pregnancy? It cannot be a license to eat whatever I want. That's not healthy for me or for a baby, because whatever I want is usually the fattiest, greasiest, carbiest food within reach.
On a good note - I was able to switch over to my 'normal' graph this week. Getting under 205 meant I could break out the second half of my weight loss graph, and this one has a big old line where 'normal' BMI begins for my height. That is so neat to be able to see 'normal' staring me in the face now, instead of morbidly or severely obese. Not that I'm in the normal range, but I can see it now, I can visualize it coming.
I've got a life to live and things to do. I cannot spend the rest of my time screwing around and holding myself up. This 100 days is like a rite of passage or something for me. I have to do this. I know how quickly time passes and 100 days isn't really all that much. I don't want anything more than another baby, and MF is going to get me to a place where that's a possibility. I am in control of so many areas now, taking control, being more responsible, growing up. This 100 days kind of symbolizes that. It's my time to end the hold that rebellion has on me and step up to the plate, accept what I could really be and do, without restrictions, and let it happen. I mean, give it room to happen - not get in the way anymore.
I know, I'm thinking again - but I think it's a good kind of thinking. I'm not trying to justify cheating or tweaking. I'm just letting the possibility of what could be motivate me. I'm imagining another future for myself, one that I am working for, not one that I hope will magically come to pass.
But, I am also tired, and have to work tomorrow, and am going to go to bed. Breathe a sigh of relief, I'm shutting up (for now).