It's a week since I started S & S, and I think I'm getting there. In the first few days I did have rather a lot of extra packs, which I know isn't ideal (especially since I will need to reorder sooner now too!) but figured it was better than eating other stuff. So, I'm really counting my proper start from today.
I've found not having a pack immediately when I get up, and waiting for a couple of hours helps me, as when I first have a pack I seem to want another one straight away. And, having an omelette for my protein meal is great (never really used to like them).
One of my motivations (and it is a bit of a weird one, I know) is I am that embarrassed/humiliated about the state I've gotten my body into that I'd avoid going to the doctors, or anything like that, partially because of it. I do have a bit of a phobia about all things doctors anyway, and one of my biggest fears is having any health issues that would require treatment/a hospital stay, seriously, going to the doctor's to me is as stressful as....a bungee jump or something! I have someone close right now who is very ill, so I suppose this kind of thing is more on my mind. But, I guess, doctors or no, looking in the mirror and seeing extra stones of flesh is never a good thing, eh!
I'm trying to take some earlier good advice, and take it one day at a time. When I seem to get too far ahead, I start to think things like, ah, what's the point, I'll still be covered in stretch marks and will probably have loose skin or whatever to boot. Just trying to keep the focus that it will at least be an improvement.
All this weight stuff really does have so many levels/layers to it, doesn't it? For me, the battle is definitely in my head, and not on the dinner plate (even if my weight might indicate the contrary!)
I've found not having a pack immediately when I get up, and waiting for a couple of hours helps me, as when I first have a pack I seem to want another one straight away. And, having an omelette for my protein meal is great (never really used to like them).
One of my motivations (and it is a bit of a weird one, I know) is I am that embarrassed/humiliated about the state I've gotten my body into that I'd avoid going to the doctors, or anything like that, partially because of it. I do have a bit of a phobia about all things doctors anyway, and one of my biggest fears is having any health issues that would require treatment/a hospital stay, seriously, going to the doctor's to me is as stressful as....a bungee jump or something! I have someone close right now who is very ill, so I suppose this kind of thing is more on my mind. But, I guess, doctors or no, looking in the mirror and seeing extra stones of flesh is never a good thing, eh!
I'm trying to take some earlier good advice, and take it one day at a time. When I seem to get too far ahead, I start to think things like, ah, what's the point, I'll still be covered in stretch marks and will probably have loose skin or whatever to boot. Just trying to keep the focus that it will at least be an improvement.
All this weight stuff really does have so many levels/layers to it, doesn't it? For me, the battle is definitely in my head, and not on the dinner plate (even if my weight might indicate the contrary!)
