Thanksgiving Style: Celebrating My Life on a Quarter Year on Low Carb
I’m disappointed. Like the many things I try to control in my life, this one turned out not so great, as per usual.
After 3 months of low-carbing, sprinkled with generous dollops of ‘free days’ and the not-so-occassional lapses, I have managed to lose just under 10 lbs. It’s frustrating, to say the least, and there’s a part of me that wants to give up and just stuff myself crazy with junk and not care if I never see my feet again!
Truth is, that’s what got me in the first place — the last 2 pregnancies when I couldn’t see my feet any longer and I. Just. Couldn’t. Care. Less. I happily ate my two full breakfasts every day (one at home, and another one in the office) and stuffed myself happy with rice and chocolate (not in that combination, but they were the most common high-carb foods I over-ate).
But in honour of the spirit of Thanksgiving Day, I want to totally turn this around and celebrate my pregnancies – and the hormones, and the cravings, and the weight gains that went with them!
I want to be grateful for my body.
For giving me the amazing miracles that are my children. I’ve had 5 pregnancies already – one a miscarriage, another one an ectopic pregnancy, and of course, three healthy full-term deliveries that are truly the joy and blessing of my life!
And through all of that, I look in the mirror and a fairly young-looking face still stares back (thank you Asian genes!).
I wake up in the morning, and the worst I feel is sluggish from having broken or too little sleep because of a baby — or hubby who has been sneezing and coughing all night from a serious case of hayfever.
I don’t even suffer from hayfever – a malady that is even more widespread this year because of the higher-than-average pollen count.
I still have 20/20 vision and have my original permanent teeth all still quite intact. Heck, I actually have too much teeth and need to get my wisdom teeth extracted. I just don’t have time for surgery because who’ll take care of the kids while I recover? Apparently, my body does!
It is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!
I have been in close proximity of terminal disease having been through it with a loved one in the past few months, and ironically, although it may have contributed to the stress that has made this weight loss journey so hard, I have come through with a wonder and appreciation for my body like never before.
Thank you, Trish’s amazing body! I will never take you for granted again (with occassional lapses of complaining though, sorry!). I don’t smoke, I don’t drink (although that’s not a test of will as I hate the taste of alcohol anyway), and I am certainly working on eating healthily, exercising sensibly and getting quality sleep (this is a particular battle of wills as I have an overactive imagination and have not been blessed with the talent to sleep ‘on demand’).
And I will try and celebrate you everyday through a conscious effort to dress well, present myself in the best possible way and let my style shine through.
