Lesson learned

I had my weekly weigh in tonight and was taught my lesson in why Kaiser only wants me weighing once a week on their scale.  The one I had at home showed I lost more than when I weighed in on the scale at the clinic.  So when it said that I lost 9.5 lbs this week (yay!), I was disappointed rather than elated.  Who wouldn't be thrilled with a loss of 9.5 after losing 19.5 the week before?  Then I had to remember, different scales.  That loss is great and I am extremely grateful.  My life has changed so much in just a matter of 3 weeks.  It's incredible how fast that weight that is now gone has impacted my life in a completely positive direction.  I feel good and my spirits are really uplifted.  My support system is completely wonderful, too, which I'm super excited about.  They are all my cheerleaders.  God has really blessed me.  So three weeks in, 35.5 pounds lighter.  Yippee ;-)

Bothered

I saw a friend today, one of my dear friends that I have known for a good 20+ years.  She hasn't seen me since I started Optifast, but I did text her after my last weigh-in.  So, she was up to speed on how I was doing.  The first thing she said to me when she saw me today was, "How bad are you starving?"  She thought she was being funny, but it rubbed me the wrong way.  I love her to death, but why did she need to be negative?  I'm not hungry any more, otherwise it would have really bothered me.  Then I caught her eyeing my body up and down, as if to look for the weight that has left me.  That bugged me, too, because she didn't make a comment except to ask me if I notice any changes, which was code for me that she didn't notice anything so I needed to convince her.  I know, I know, I'm reading way too much into every freaking thing.  It's true and I admit it.  When you don't eat any food, your emotions are right on the edge (at least mine are).  As a result, I don't have a buffer right now.  I think the thing that bothered me about my friend's reaction - or non-reaction to be more accurate - is that I cheated.  Not by eating food, but by getting on a scale.  They told us only to weigh when we are at the clinic, so I felt like I was having an affair with this "other" scale.  It said 380, which means I have lost 37 pounds since February 7th, about two and a half weeks ago.  So, in my mind, my friend should have clearly been able to see a difference in my body.  Even I, who is always so critical of my body, could see a difference in my face when I look in the mirror. 

The dilemma that I need to talk to my Optifast counselor about is how I will be able to take communion next weekend.  I am following the program to the letter because I want this to work.  The Optifast program I go to through Kaiser is very successful, having ushered something like 25,000 people through the program since it's inception in the local San Diego area alone.  So if they tell me to do something, I want to honor that.  If I talk to my counselor and he says I can't take communion while on the program, do I defy his instructions in just this one instance (actually, it would be one instance every month), or do I really not take communion?  As a Christian, it's an important practice for me.  However, I also have to remember that it is symbolic and perhaps what matters most is what is in my heart.  I can see not taking communion because it could set me up for wanting to eat outside food or have sugar (since the grape juice that stands in for wine is pretty sweet).  I really need to pray about this one to see what it is I need to do, but first I need to talk with my counselor about it.  I'll be going to group Monday night, which is my official weigh-in night.  No more sneaking off on secret scales.  Bad girl.

Am I on a diet too?

I met a friend for "breakfast" this morning.  When I say breakfast, it's me drinking tea while she has breakfast.  We met at a local family restaurant in town ... down home cooking, oil in everything and a smell that gets into your clothes somehow.  I've been thick in that food before and loved every bite of it.  I arrived, didn't see her yet, so I decided to just get a table and order my tea.  The waitress gave me a paper to read while I waited for her.  It was actually quite lovely to just enjoy my warm tea and read about the goings-on around my home.  I was  not bothered for even a second of everyone eating around me.  Hmm, very surprising.

When my friend arrived, she talked for a while about the diet she's on.  She is the one calling it a diet, not me.  She's basically eating hardly anything and it doesn't sound like she's getting in her basic nutrients, but I can't judge her.  Some people call what I'm doing crazy in that I don't even eat food, just drink everything.   Touche!  Anyway, she asked me how my "diet" was going and I have to tell you it was like hearing fingernails on a chalkboard.  Diet.  Die-et.  Diet.  She told me she could never, ever do what I am doing.  More fingernails.  So I explained to her how the entire program works and that it's not really dieting more than the beginning of finally getting healthy.  I could tell I was trying to convince her, so I shut up about it.

Vanilla Optifast shake made with
Key Lime Sparkling Water and
lots of ice in a blender.  Yummo!

I thought about it and wondered, do I really consider this a diet or do I really believe it when I say this is a beginning to getting healthy?  The truth is that you just don't go this route for a few pounds to lose.  It is a major lifestyle change and it really does take commitment to be successful.  Had I tried Optifast at a different time in my life, I know I would have already been cheating by now.  I would think of each shake as a punishment and count the days until I can get off of it.  Yet, that's not the place I am coming from today.  I am in so much gratitude for how God is blessing me and taking care of me through this.  I am finally feeling alive and, as each day passes, I am definitely feeling healthier.  Granted, I haven't been doing it for long, but for me with all the problems I have had in sticking to a program, this is major. 


So, as I watched my friend pick at her oatmeal and raisins and have a bite or two of her sourdough toast, I became so grateful for my shakes.  Eventually food will come back into my life and, I pray, I will be able to handle it appropriately when the time comes.  In the meantime, I can enjoy the nourishment I do get and that feeling of the pounds melting off my body.

Changes I already am experiencing

It is hard to believe, but I am already seeing and feeling differences in my body even after just a couple of weeks in.  First of all, the hunger that I was experiencing the first week has gone away, thank you God!!  The hunger I now feel is because it's time to have another meal (aka shake).  I have heard other people mention, who are currently on Optifast or have been, that the taste of the shakes are awful, that they just pinch their noses and down it as fast as possible.  Personally, that has not been my experience at all.  That might be because I don't just have them plain and most of the time I make them frothy in a blender.  I also put an ounce of Torani Sugar-Free Syrup in each one.  So today my shakes have been:  vanilla peach, chocolate caramel, vanilla orange (made this one with Diet Sunkist) and chocolate black cherry.  Why make it a punishment?  I love my shakes and feel full.

So far I've lost 26 pounds after two weeks, which isn't a lot when I have so much to lose (I know, that seemed like a ridiculous statement just now ... losing 26 pounds after two weeks isn't alot?  Come on!).  So I thought I wouldn't notice any sort of difference for a while.  How wrong am I!  I already notice the distance between my tummy and the steering wheel is further apart.  I tried on jeans yesterday that I couldn't get over my hips before and now I can zip them up, without even needing pliers.  I have more bounce in my step.  Then there's the really big difference I see ... I have sleep apnea and have been battling falling asleep with the CPAP machine.  No matter what position I am in, I just can't fall asleep when I was using their test machine before ordering mine.  As a result, my ability to fall into a deep sleep was practically non-existent.  I was getting maybe 4 hours a night and a really awful 4 hours at that.  The next day I would be behind my steering wheel and feel myself trying to nod off.  Don't worry, I never did.  I would drink coffee, chew gum, lower the windows, grip the steering wheel tightly - anything to prevent it from happening.  I didn't want to kill myself on the road, let alone anyone else.  This was occurring for months every single day.  Now it has not happened even once since dropping this weight.  I don't have the machine yet (still in the process of ordering), but I am feeling fully rested and with lots of energy. 

As much as society is against a program such as Optifast because of the judgements they put on it, I am glad I made this decision already.  I feel grateful I have a great support group and medical personnel who are helping me along the way.  My personal doctor, who isn't even part of the Optifast team, has been my biggest cheerleader.  And, the support I have from practically everyone in my life sure does make this so much easier than I thought it as going to be.  It's not easy, don't get me wrong, but just easier than I imagined.

Want to find out what's eating you? Then put down the food.

Part of why I put off this journey with Optifast and losing the weight is that I just knew in my heart that it was going to be challenging with emotions that I could no longer stuff away with food.  When a person gets to be significantly overweight, not just 20 or 30 pounds, then there is something more to it than just enjoying the taste of food, I don't care what that person says.  I am not saying that I don't welcome this challenge because the truth is that I do.  I don't want to be that 417 pound person living to eat, hiding away from the things that hurt and putting on a smile, assuring everyone around me that I am one hundred percent happy all the time.

This last year to year and a half of my life has tested every sense of strength I thought I had, and even challenged me to see that I'm stronger than I imagined.  I have gone through a work-related injury that has been tough to deal with; a breakup with a boyfriend that broke my heart in a way that words can never begin to express; and, the discovery of cancer in my body, followed by procedures and surgery to remove it that left a scar more than half the size of my back.  I also continued to work full-time and go to school full-time during all of this. Was it emotionally draining?  Yes!  As an example, from the time I had the surgery in my hand (from the work injury) until about 1 month after that, I somehow managed to gain 30 pounds.  How does a person do that, in one month?  I was sick as a dog after the surgery, got sick from the operating room, with a horrid cold and bronchitis, but still.  Obviously I was going through stuff and not talking about it, but managing to eat a ton over it.  I'm embarassed to actually admit that, but I'm here for healing.

All of these things, not to mention Type 2 diabetes along with the everyday pain of living in such a large body, led me to taking care of myself by starting Optifast.  Which brings me back to the emotions part I was discussing in the beginning of this post.  Today I was scheduled to have 3 MRI's - one in each hand and one in my neck.  I went to the office where it was to be performed and got myself prepared.  I climbed on the table, laid in position, but they could not fit me through the tube.  Actually, they could, but the position I would need to be in for 20 minutes made it impossible because I was stuffed in the machine.  The scheduler who made the appointment knew my size, so I was pretty surprised he sent me to the closed machine (as opposed to the open one).  So they said they couldn't do the MRI's because I was too big.  Boy, that was a stinger.  Didn't he know that I'm working on it and how humiliating this moment was for me?  Seriously, can I just crawl into a ball now or what?  The technician was certainly kind enough and sensitive to my feelings, but he couldn't take away how it made me feel.  As I was driving home in my car, I started thinking about my ex-boyfriend, probably because of one of the songs on the radio reminded me of him and I was feeling very alone in the moment.  I started to cry and all I wanted to do was find food.  In that moment, I was really missing food.  I knew in my heart, though, that I wasn't missing the actual food - I was missing what food did for me, which was to numb me out and help me believe things would be better somehow if I lost myself in it.  What a lie!

So where does that leave me now?  First, I did not pick up any food and I'm very proud of myself for that.  I have been praying so much to God, especially since I started Optifast, to just give me strength.  Sometimes I pray for strength to get through the moment and sometimes it is because of the uncertainty I feel about being in a smaller body someday.  For someone who has always had weight issues and been obese for most of my life, being thin is an absolutely terrifying world that I just don't know how to manuver.  Prayer does help me tremendously.  I know feelings are going to come up and I have to find a better way of dealing with them.  No matter what, though, I am absolutely committed to not picking up.  I don't want to be this obese person any longer, I want health and sanity in my life when it comes to food.  This is part of why I have this blog in the first place - to get out what I need to so that I won't feel the need to pick up.  I just don't want to live in an existence anymore where food becomes more important than anything else.  For a long time, sad as it is to admit, that's exactly what had happened to me.  Just writing this post has helped tremendously.

OMG!!!

I had my Optifast group meeting tonight, which starts with a weigh-in.  Hold on to your hats... I lost 19.5 pounds this past week.  Wtf???  Turns out I was the biggest loser in the class.  Holy smokes.  So I've lost 26 pounds within the last two weeks.  Now I know this is not about the numbers, that the focus shouldn't be that, but I have to say that those numbers tell me something is working.  It made me feel so good and I really was near tears when we were doing some visualization exercises in class, just thinking about what is possible.  One of the exercises we did was to visualize our last binge and compare it to what we see our healthy bodies at 5 years into the future.  The comparison of the two was ridiculous - how does a plate with fried chicken, macarooni & cheese and coleslaw compare to the smile on my face on top of a healthy body?  It's like night and day and that is what was so special to me.  So anyway, off to a great start and I'm so grateful for God.  He is helping me stay in the moment and have much gratitude.

I'm still soo hungry

I have been trying to figure out if the hunger feeling I have been having is actual physical hunger or emotional hunger.  It truly is physical, there's no mistaking it.  It's certainly better than it was the first couple of days.  At least when I get hungry now, I know that another shake will be coming soon since I have one every three hours.  It's just hard when I have that empty feeling in my tummy with the grumbling and accompanying headache.  However, I am determined and I am pushing through.  I can already see the weight loss on my body, so I have a feeling I lost a lot this week.  I find out tomorrow night when I do my weekly weigh-in at group.  What is concerning is my blood sugar is high in the morning.  They took me off all my meds, so I don't know if it's supposed to normalize after a period of time.  I suppose that's a question I'll ask tomorrow when I go to group.  However, after being at this for almost a week, I can say that it's going better than I initially thought it would.  I do miss food, but I know that this is not forever at all.  And when I do go back to food, it will be good choices that I'll be making.  This is probably the hardest thing I've ever done in my life.  Having survived cancer last year as well as child abuse and rape when I was younger, that's saying quite a lot.  Yet, this is the most emotional and vulnerable I have ever felt in my life.  I am constantly talking to God, asking for His guidance and reaffirming my faith that with Him all things are possible.  Even this.  I just want to be healthy so badly.