So when we last met, we were talking about the Misfits Market box that I got.
Well, it has been disassembled and put to use. Some of the produce will be used in my soup, which is today — provided I have the physical energy to chop chicken and onions and grape tomatoes.
Speaking of chopping, though, I was gifted a great thing by my awesome Mama! She gifted me a new set of knives, and they’re purple! I am overjoyed, and a little intimidated by them. They are very sharp. I’m not used to sharp knives anymore, my old ones are so dull they can’t even cut scallions. I wish I was kidding.
Aren’t they pretty? They’re taking up the little bit of counter space that I have to work with… Using my crockpot later is going to be tricky! But at least I’ll have sharp knives to deal with the ingredients!
My journey is going to be a long one. I am trying to rewrite how my brain thinks about food, without the help of programs that say they’ll help me do that. I have my family, my therapist, Medicaid, EBT, and my friends. That’s how I’m going to change my life.
I bought a scale, and have been using it judiciously. (That is a fun word to type, not so much to say aloud.) Only once per day, in the morning first thing, and I’m noticing a trend. Since I started replacing one meal a day with salad kits from Walmart and drinking a TON of water, my weight has been slowly but surely trending downward. When I started, I weighed in at the doctor and I was 372.8 lbs. When I weighed myself this morning, 2 weeks later, I am 363.3 lbs. So a definite improvement. And that number has wiggled a little in the past few days, going up and down by a pound or two, so I’m not dead set on that 363. I’ll take it, though. It’s still down enough that I can tell it’s making a difference.
I want to take a cooking class, but I am waiting to see if the covid numbers in my county drop first. Right now, they’re hovering around 30% positivity rate and that scares the ever living crap out of me. I am trying to take it one day at a time. I hope you all are doing the same. We need to keep each other safe in these trying times, and my ability to do that depends on my health. That’s why I’m working so hard to get healthy, to change my attitude about food, and to have a more positive outlook on my physical well being.
Baby steps… I don’t want to overdo it and burn out. I don’t want to obsess about one aspect (like my weight) and lose sight of the bigger picture (my health). Baby steps.