Serendipity and others, you mentioned that maintenance scares you...
and we had dialogue about the importance of staying connected once we've reached our weight goal. I've tried to teach others to learn all we can during the weight loss phase of our program - it will help pave the way for maintenance and life long weight control.
Maintainers need to be retainers….
We are in training right now for maintenance. It is needful to retain what we are learning and to re-train our brains – I had to re-train the way I approach food.
It’s a mystery why people on weight loss plans think that they will be ‘cured’ simply by mixing up a shake and drinking it down.
I had that kind of faulty thinking for many years. I even thought when I first considered weight loss surgery that it would be the perfect answer to my conundrum. It sounded like such a simple solution…
Nurse Sternfinger would wrap a stretchy band around my fleshy upper arm, thump the inside of my elbow, pierce my bulbous vein with a needle and start the IV drip. I would then lie down on the hard hospital bed, my ample buns hanging over on either side of the narrow mattress, the orderly would arrive with a clipboard and he would verify my last name and chart number.
My husband and daughter would kiss my chubby cheeks buh-bye and I’d be wheeled down the hall, careening around corners and into the elevator on my way to the surgery unit.
People walking in the hallway and riding the elevator would stare at me and I would be embarrassed because every trace of lipstick and mascara were wiped clean from my pudgy face.
I would be wearing one of those dippy-looking hairhats that remind me of the bowl cover from the 50’s my Mama used before Saran Wrap was available…
The orderly would drive me into the OR, set the brakes, I would be transferred to the operating table and my arms would be strapped down to the table. The lights would be adjusted, masked surgical staff dressed in green papercloth scrubs would surround the table and peer over their masks at me.
I thought I would count backwards from 100 while the anesthesiologist dripped a sleeping potion into my veins.
While I slept, the doc would slice me open, remove a section of my stomach and rearrange the pipes in there.
Then several hours later, I’d awaken in my hospital suite to the Prince Charming smooch from my husband. My teeth would be chattering and waves of nausea would wash over me. The blankets from the warming oven would calm me down and feel so welcoming.
The nursing assistant would bring a tray with clear soup, a package of saltines, a bowl of rubbery Jello and I would eat two bites, announce in a loud voice that I was full and to take away the tray…
life would be simple and I would be thin for life, all desire to dine would be gone.
After discussing the pitfalls of WLS, I decided my fairytale scenario would not come true.
I’ve figured it out after a gazillion diets and a gazillion + 1 failures…to make my weight loss permanent, I must permanently change the way I used to do things.
Maintenance is no picnic.
It feels safer to be on the weight loss phase. I have to be as disciplined today as I was on July 25th, 2002, the day I embarked upon my deflabbing journey.
I have tried to be very honest, to share from my heart the experiences I have had with all aspects of weight control.
Maintenance is not easy-peesy. Some people have no problems assimilating back into the world of food. I think they must be some kinda alien life forms ‘cuz I doubt they are of this world.
I have a wait problem.
I cannot wait until the next meal.
I have a weight problem. Maybe that's the wrong thing to say, I have a food problem.
I would love to think that I am ‘safe’ but I don’t think I ever will be – I am just a forkful away from doing foody damage on any given day.
Eating on time is my salvation. Eating low-glycemic foods prevents me from drowning in a sugary quagmire of carbolic foods.
From the time I used the candy caramels called “Ayds”, the liquid meal replacement drinks called “Sego” & “Metracal” when I was 12 years old in junior high, I have had to fight flab. In my nearly 58 years of life, very few of them have been lean years. Thanks to Medifast and the TSFL Program, my history is changing.
I fight every dang day to keep from blowing out of my pants. I diligently follow the Medi-rules, using Dr. Andersen’s BeSlim™ Philosophy as my guide.
When I go up a few pounds when we go on a trip or vacation, I get right back to living clean when I get home.
I monitor my weight faithfully.
The day I do not, I know that I am in foody trouble and will need caloric intervention.
During the first few months of weight maintenance, I got as low as 128 pounds – it was near impossible for me to stay at that weight. It was neither practical nor reasonable for me to weigh 128 pounds. My doctor suggested that I readjust my goal.
We need not live in fear of not being able to maintain our weight – we must begin to examine the source of our fears and systematically wipe them out. When we know how to do - what to eat, how often, how much, etc., we wipe out the fear factors.
Living life large is no longer an option for me. Living my life emaciated is also not an option. I want to be at an optimal weight for my height and age.
I eat the things that will enable me to remain in optimal health.
I used to eat the things that I liked; and I liked everything but organ meat and cod liver oil.
Now I know which things are best for me and I eat them.
Sometimes I wish that I had never had butter, popcorn, or ice cream – it seems like life would be so much easier if I did not know what I am missing! I also know that I am missing high blood pressure & diuretics; huffing, puffing & sweating; shopping at Catherine’s & Lane Bryant; snoring and gastric reflux; inflamed feet & plantar fasciitis shoe inserts; emergency runs to the hospital with heart palpitations, etc.
I’m fed up with that kinda life. That is no longer the life I wanna live.
I’ve had a taste of life as a healthy person and it tastes delicious!
I read food labels. I eat organic whenever possible.
Fat makes ya fat; don’t eat it,
Carbs make my blood sugar cwazy; a crazed woman searching thru cupboards is not good.
I don’t buy and bring home stuff that makes me fat. If I do, Terry eats eat and so do I – we don’t need it; it’s not good for us.
I eat every two – three hours. I compare my feeding schedule as being similar to a baby’s – when ya stick to the routine and the schedule, the whole family is happy.
During the weight loss phase, we are learning and practicing how we need to eat for the rest of our healthy lives.
Learn all you can now….this is the time you have the training wheels on. When you decide to take them off (when you move away from the MakeMeThinner Forum, your Health Advisor and Medifriends), be prepared for a fall.
Some people crash, burn, and do not get back on the bike, and do not run to Mom for a Band-Aid. They drift away to exile island and end up in never-never healthyland. It is devastating, humiliating, heart-breaking - do not go there!
We cannot do this alone.
As a rule, winners at the losing game are not Lone Rangers.
Accountability counts…
I want health more than I want Oreos, plastic cheese and pig lips and snouts.
Don’t get me wrong – I am NO saint. I mess up, I pork out on stuff occasionally, and when I do, I get right back on the Mediwagon the next day.
I have not arrived but I am learning day by day to live the healthy way. Support is vital. Having a meal plan is important. Being prepared is necessary.
A small bite here and there, once in a while is a good thing.
A whole lot of good things = a whole lotta flabby hips.
Every three hours, we get closer or further from our goal.
Every bite we take gets us closer or further from our goal.
Be careful whatcha bite – fat and sugar bites back and lives forever on your chins and buns!
Nothing tastes as good as thin feels.