Operation :: Goddess

I never thought I'd hear myself say this. Or read myself post this. Or whatever.

I'm actually finding it HARD to eat 1500 calories in a day. I was short yesterday (1313) and will be short today (1388). Actually, I think my calories will be even less than that, today. That's just my *planned* calories, I haven't had dinner yet.

I mean, as problems go, I'd rather have this one than the opposite of finding it hard to limit my intake to 1500 calories.

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Posted by Laura at 2:05 PM | Permalink | Comments  

After meeting with the nutritionist this morning, we discussed the likelihood that stress and the metabolism thereof is what is contributing to my lack of progress. There was a lot of information about epinephrine and norepinephrine and cortisol and how the body produces it and what the body does with it, which made sense at the time but which I doubt I can repeat here with any sort of sense. The upshot is that it's all about timing - when to eat, when to exercise, when the body does certain things chemically, circadian rhythms, etc. So, here is the new plan:

Work out 3x/week, evenings (Tuesday, Thursday, Sunday):
5 minutes warm-up
30 minutes full body weight training
30-45 minutes cardio, heart rate 130-150 bpm
Cardio follows lifting

Work out 2x/week, mornings (Monday and Saturday):
30-45 minutes cardio, heart rate 130-150 bpm

Calories = 1500 daily, taken in four meals
Eat within 1 hour of waking, do not eat within two hours of going to bed. Do not eat fruit, pasta, bread, rice, or potatoes after 5:00 pm.

Drink plenty of water. Take a multivitamin, digestive enzymes, and fish oil daily.

I'll keep you updated on the progress. The thing I like about my nutritionist is that I NEVER leave his office feeling hopeless.

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Posted by Laura at 8:03 AM | Permalink | Comments  

I'm stuck. Nothing is working. Not eating right (see: next to nothing), exercising my brains out, eliminating foods, or anything else that has been recommended to me. The weight is stuck, and it's all around my middle. Something happened when I had my gallbladder removed to completely change the way my body deals with food and with weight. Now I have Michelin Disease - a spare tire around my middle that just keeps getting bigger.

Obviously, something is not right. I'm going back to the nutritionist again on Monday. I sent him an e-mail, and he's stumped too. Great, it's never good news when the experts can't figure out what the deal is.

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Posted by Laura at 11:23 AM | Permalink | Comments