Friday, January 16, 2004

Anyone who ever heard me speak of things I loved would know that soda was one of them. I’d drink soda when happy or sad; when stressed or relieved; when thirsty or hungry; and the rest of the time just for the hell of it!

If I had been told by a dietician that I’d have to stop drinking soda in order to lose weight, I’d have asked for a second opinion. And if that second opinion agreed with the first, there would have been a third, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, until someone would tell me what I wanted to hear… “Soda can remain part of your life.”

Nonetheless, it’s been four months and a half. Four and a half months without a sip of soda. That in itself is an accomplishment, as soda was to me what water is to earth. Well, not exactly… in my mind, soda was way more important than that! 😀

Ah, and speaking of things I loved and was forced to sacrifice, there’s food. I brought down my consumption of tortillas from 12 per seating to 4. In addition, when in the past I’d eat until my stomach could take no more food, now I’d eat twice a day, and only enough to satisfy my wants and needs. My needs more so than my wants.

Then there are the very cold mornings when I’d interrupt my sleep in order to do my jogging. There were times when I didn’t feel like doing it, and the rest of the time…. well, the story was the same, as I never felt like going! 🙁 Sometimes it was so hard to make it up the highest point at the park, that when I’d be jogging over it, it looked more like I was trying to run-in-place… not moving at all. I’d feel like I had no energy left, yet I was determined to not stop jogging until I had finished my laps. I wouldn’t stop.

In recent weeks my left knee started giving me problems. And so, now, in addition to not being in the mood to jog, I wasn’t fit to do it. Left knee hurt, I continued to jog the same number of laps, in the same amount of time, at the same time every morning. And more recently (Tuesday), when I realized that the pain would not go away, I opted to stop jogging… and started walking, instead. I’d walk the same distance, although it’d take me twice the time. It was not what I wanted to do, but it’s what I needed to do. What was important is that I continued to remain active.

All this to say… I weigh 147.5 pounds. 🙂 I’ve gone from 185+ to under-150! Who’s yer daddy?! 😀

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