Monday, the 11th - 139lbs, sigh.
An annoying week. The PMS fairy came, and brought her usual armload of water, so I really can't trust the scale. Combine that with the fact that I'm starting to really worry about the whole lack-of-veggies aspect of Atkins and the recently-completed DunDraCon weekend (conclusion: blew it completely) it's not been a particularly glory-laden week.
Sins aside - which could have been greater, as my worst offence was drinking rather a lot of alcohol over the weekend - I'm re-evaluating my approach to weight loss. Atkins is, after all, just a lo-calorie approach with a fancy name. The strictures of the diet plan almost guarantee that a person is going to be getting less than 2,000 calories a day, no matter what. Following the rules of Atkins for nearly a month has helped me purge sugar out of my diet (yay!) and rein in the snacking habit, since I've had to be a lot more aware of what I'm eating. But, as I say, that whole no-fiber, lots-of-fat aspect of the plan has been bothering me from day one... My family has a history of heart disease, so I really shouldn't be going out of my way to encourage my arteries to clog...
So I'm going to be modifying my approach a tad. I've enjoyed the positive side-effects of getting my blood sugar under control - well, more control than it was - so I'm not going to be jumping back on the sugar/carbo bandwagon. But I'm going to be eating more veggies, more chicken and less red meat and cheese. Given the choice between, say, going over 40gms of carbs a day and getting some much needed vitamins and fiber, I'm going to go for the latter. Besides, as long as I don't slather my asparagus in hollandaise sauce (yum, hollandaise...) I'm hardly going to blow my caloric limit.
And, of course, I'm going to keep exercising. I'm going to have to add the weight routine in, soon, as I'm told it's murder to lose those last ten pounds. It seems I won't be able to coast through it as easily as I had hoped, darnit.
One pleasant moment of the past week: I may have succumbed to the temptation to put sugar into my coffee over the weekend, but I took one sip of my husband's Pepsi and just about spit it out again. Sickly sweet and nasty! Given that I used to happily put away nearly two liters of Coke every day (and you know that's a lot of calories!) I'm not going to miss soda at all. I'm really glad I didn't react to the stuff like some poor whiskey hound getting downwind of the local saloon, y'know?
So, I'm not getting on the scales this week - my body is still puffed up (period hasn't started yet - I told you I have a long lead-time) and I don't think there would be any point to weighing myself just now. More news next week, kids. Hopefully I can avoid feeling too despondent about matters and stick with this...