Ken’s packet of peanut butter crackers saved me Wednesday morning.
Wednesday’s workout was not a good one. It seems my blood sugar bottomed out during the middle of the workout, making me the sickest I have been in a long time.
Thankfully I’ve figured out the problem and hopefully after a trip to the doctor I can figure out the best diet for my body type.
Other workouts for the week were not in vain.
This week I said goodbye to the excess of carbohydrates I take in daily. That includes no bread, crackers, potato chips, pizza, croutons and anything else that contained lots of bread or are, simply put, “white.”
I’ve done good this week too, settling for a salad minus the croutons and for burgers minus the bun. But after Wednesday’s event I ate those peanut butter crackers and drank some orange juice for all they were worth.
Is this Slim Down Challenge working? That the question everyone in town asks me. It’s still too early for me to tell, but I am sleeping better and I have a lot more energy throughout the day. But I’m very hungry.
This leads to the daily lecture I get from father Ken that I’m not eating enough. I have cut my calorie intake down to 1,200 each day, a choice he said is what’s caused my blood sugar to go whacko. I plugged my calorie intake for the day into my cell phone app, only to see it tell me that I’m not eating enough. My mom agreed, but told me that once the weight starts falling off I won’t have this problem.
I sure don’t feel like I’m eating less. Anytime I get hungry, I have a small snack in my hands. The issue I’ve dealt with most is what do I eat? Any diet I’ve ever done has been a low calorie diet, never a low carb diet. And as I was told recently you can’t do both diets, you can only choose one.
Next week I’ll go back to my low calorie diet.
DeWayne has been helpful too. Seems that along with mine and Dara’s quest to cut out carbs, he too is cutting out carbs.
Monday morning he looked and said, determined yet frustrated, “I’m starving. Do you know what I’m having for lunch? A salad that I made myself.”
I check out his salad in a Tupperware bowl with a blue lid siting in the refrigerator. It looked amazing. I would have paid him big bucks for that salad.
“What I wouldn’t give for some sweet tea,” he told me.
By Tuesday he drank a Sprite (no Coke though). On Wednesday he was hunting the vending machine for a candy bar.
I know his pain. It’s all I can do not to take a morning trip to the Bake Shop and have some sausage rolls and a donut. Oh and those cupcakes over at the Veranda sound nice too.
As our trainer Cheyenne tells us at the gym, just hold on a little longer.
Last week, during Friday’s weekly weigh-in session, I slouched my shoulders at the reading on the scale. I’d gained 0.4 pounds. How, I’m not sure. Was it water? Had I gained muscle?
This week, despite my terrible workout on Wednesday, I had lost 2.5 pounds. That’s a testament to my ability to keep my head up. Just 10 weeks left.