The first day of the rest of my...

diet... Otherwise known as my very first McFatty Monday! The ever wonderful "Blair" at Heir to Blair has organized a weekly accounting for our healthy living goals. The point? It doesn't matter if you have five pounds to lose or fifty, as long as every Monday you make a commitment to being healthy. The best way to take care of a family (or start one, in my case), is to take care of yourself.

You might remember that back in October my doctor put me on the restricted sugar diet from hell? Well, I did pretty darned well with it! I saw a nutritionist that specializes in diabetes management, and she gave me some great suggestions for sustainability with the diet.... saying my wack-job doc (who will thus be named Dr Judgy, story later) was not quite right in her nazi-like fatwah with sugar. Sugars that come from fruit and dairy do NOT count towards my daily limit. In fact, she recommended not counting sugars at all, but simply focusing on keeping my carbs under 140 grams per day. Even BETTER, she said any carbs that come from green veggies don't count at ALL. She may have said fruit, but that also may have been wishful thinking ;)


I can't complain too much, and with keeping my carbs below 150 grams, and really avoiding processed sugars (my kit kat bar obsession took a big hit. I. LOVE. KIT. KATs. Gimme a break...), I was able to drop about 15 pounds. You can see my glorious weight chart. I'm pretty damn proud of it. On Dec 31st, I weighed in at 175.8 lbs, which is the lowest I've been since at least early 2008, and I think that's being conservative.

Let's back up. Before TTC, I'd come to terms with being a little chunky (I love food, that's the price, right?), not liking myself in photos (we LOVE to travel, the scenery's the important part, right?), not looking great in bridesmaid dresses (hey, the bride's the one supposed to shine, right?). That's a whole lot of bargaining with myself. When I went off the pill, and didn't get a non-provera-induced period for 23 months, I just figured I had bum ovaries (mommasita always said I came from her bad ovary). I'd fix it with meds and stuff, not by going on a DIET. Oy vey, I'm married to a Dr for godssake, I BELIEVE in modern medicine.

So back to magic weight loss by December, thanks to diet, a mild hypothyroid diagnosis (synthroid), and lots of metformin, upped a little bit each month. I got to thinking, this losing weight thing is EASY PEASY! I can go back to eating a shit-ton of pasta, and well, a kit kat here or there won't go to my spare tire (I carry SO MUCH of my weight in my stomach, thanks for that too, PCOS). And guess what? I was wrong! Despite the magic medication, I gained 5 pounds back thanks to crappy (and over) eating and killing the exercise. KUH-RAZY!

So it stops here, on this very first McFatty Monday. Accountability. To my two readers. 5 lbs per month. For now. Easy peasy. Yeah right.

Today I weigh: 181 lbs (eeee gad, at least it's not the 190 I was when I went to a water park this summer, those pics were a wake up call)
Today my BMI is: 27.5
Goal: 165 lbs (wedding weight!!!!)
Goal BMI: 25.1
By When? April 24th

edited to add: Did I mention that my two readers are crazy athletic types? Oh wait, I didn't need to. They know that about themselves. So they're now sitting there thinking, god, girl, just go run a few miles! Stop stuffing the pie hole and do a triathalon, like me! There will be very little sympathy here.