Sharpwriters' Thoughts Blog Archives - Archives - July 2001 June 2002 July 2002 August 2002 September 2002 October 2002 November 2002 December 2002 January 2003 February 2003 March 2003 April 2003 May 2003 June 2003 July 2003 August 2003 September 2003 October 2003 November 2003 December 2003 January 2004 February 2004 March 2004 April 2004 May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 June 2007 August 2007 September 2007 December 2007 March 2008 May 2008 July 2008 August 2008 April 2009 September 2009 October 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 June 2010 Current Posts Tuesday, August 31, 2004 Step by step. I've completed sixteen days now on the Metabolic Research Center (MRC) program. While I could wish--heck, while I do wish it had corrected in the sixteen days at least the decadence and pounds since February, I'm pretty well satisfied. Nope, I'm quite content. I've lost 13.5 pounds in that time. While some of it was water weight, still, the results are gratifying, and for once, first time in a long time, I'm being perfect with the program. I was proud of myself the other night when I met Jodi Thomas and her friend Natalie, as well as visiting with several of my friends. We went to the Town Crier and I got grilled cod, ignoring the rice under it. At the salad bar I passed up my all-time favorite food from almost any eating place and in particular the Town Crier, pickled watermelon rind. Don't make fun of it until you've tried it! Yummy! Actually, I'm not sure if it's pickled or preserved or candied or what, but it's wonderful. Anyway, I got lettuce, tomatoes, and other acceptable raw vegetables, used cottage cheese for the "dressing" and chomped my way through it. I can't say I enjoyed it, but I was chuffed with myself on finishing the meal. The green beans had bacon in them which I extracted, and I pulled from my purse the melba toast I brought instead of eating some of the hot golden rolls. All in all, it wasn't the best meal I've ever eaten, but had I eaten everything I wanted there, I wouldn't remember one bit of it now, except maybe the guilt, so all is well. The whole process has me a bit breathless. That's only in part because of the weight loss--more of it is that I've promised myself a prize of some kind (maybe a PDR, probably a printer) if for four weeks in a row I climb the stairs to my fifth floor office five times a week and go to the gym twice weekly. It's Tuesday afternoon, and I've got most of Wednesday's stair climbing done. I'll finish this and a few more things before heading to the gym. I'm going to fit one of the dresses even if I don't grow the 8 or 9 inches. Step by step. Share | posted by Barbara Rollins @ 2:30 PM 0 Comments: Post a Comment Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] << Home