I can see every pound I've gained or lost. I really can! I know we don't see ourselves properly but somehow I notice these trivial shifts that most doctors and personal trainers couldn't discern.
It's in the waist-to-hip ratio, it's in the width of the hips. And I'm always right, which is why I don't want to get on any of the three scales I have lined up.
I think I've gained. Plus, I haven't gone to the bathroom enough to get an accurate reading and have already swallowed the supplements I take an hour or so beforeeating breakfast (for all the wrong reasons), and those add a couple ounces.
This is turning into one of those boring ED blogs with the same old details pertaining to numbers neuroses and shit about shitting. Ho hum, sorry. I figure if my book is going to happen, journaling is the best way to move forward.
Speaking of personal trainers, one came over yesterday. Finally hired a guy to help me tone. I still have some sagging skin, and muscle would help fill it out, although I don't know how I'll deal with the numbers climbing as that muscle builds. Will probably compensate with more restriction, even though the increased activity will make me hungry. Who cares that my body will need more food when ED is a numbers game? Anyway, Marvin stayed 40 minutes, charged $40, and I was able to do all the exercises, even with my fibro or whatever it is I have. No Lyrica or other pain med, just an energy shot for stamina.
First thing he did after shaking my hand was stick a meal plan in it. It looked generic and printed from the net but he says he follows it, or some variation thereof. I told him I'd take it to Sara, the nutritional counselor I'm seeing on the 31st -- first dietician or nutritionist I'll have seen of my own accord. She's anti-standard food pyramid, like I am, is into nutrient-dense foods and is willing to work with my veg diet, which she doesn't view as a symptom of ED.
All day today I thought I was full from yesterday's food, in particular all the Skinny Pop, and then aroundlunchtime 1 pm I realized it was the muscles I had worked that were aching.
It's in the waist-to-hip ratio, it's in the width of the hips. And I'm always right, which is why I don't want to get on any of the three scales I have lined up.
I think I've gained. Plus, I haven't gone to the bathroom enough to get an accurate reading and have already swallowed the supplements I take an hour or so before
This is turning into one of those boring ED blogs with the same old details pertaining to numbers neuroses and shit about shitting. Ho hum, sorry. I figure if my book is going to happen, journaling is the best way to move forward.
Speaking of personal trainers, one came over yesterday. Finally hired a guy to help me tone. I still have some sagging skin, and muscle would help fill it out, although I don't know how I'll deal with the numbers climbing as that muscle builds. Will probably compensate with more restriction, even though the increased activity will make me hungry. Who cares that my body will need more food when ED is a numbers game? Anyway, Marvin stayed 40 minutes, charged $40, and I was able to do all the exercises, even with my fibro or whatever it is I have. No Lyrica or other pain med, just an energy shot for stamina.
First thing he did after shaking my hand was stick a meal plan in it. It looked generic and printed from the net but he says he follows it, or some variation thereof. I told him I'd take it to Sara, the nutritional counselor I'm seeing on the 31st -- first dietician or nutritionist I'll have seen of my own accord. She's anti-standard food pyramid, like I am, is into nutrient-dense foods and is willing to work with my veg diet, which she doesn't view as a symptom of ED.
All day today I thought I was full from yesterday's food, in particular all the Skinny Pop, and then around
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