Non-update update.

No news today.  This week.  This fortnight.  Well, nothing extremely interesting anyway.

I had my 2nd appointment with my nutritionist.  Still not completely warm & fuzzy with her approach.  It's based on the typical American diet, albeit a balanced one, with X portions of protein and Y portions of carbs per meal, 3 meals per day w/ a snack in between each one.  So I tried for a week, and par for the course, I was strong the first few days and then slid steeply off track.  Too much sugar, just too much friggin' sugar. 

So do I claim I'm back on track?  Do I say for the bazillionth time that enough's enough?  I will tell you that I spent most of today in my kitchen, reformatting my fridge and pantry, making my food for the workweek and feeling optimistic.  The food I made was decidedly NON-American, consisting of kitchari, tofu, nuts, seeds, rocks and twigs.  These are the foods I cooked because these are the foods my body craves.  Eastern influence, vegan, savory, somehow cleaner (for this body) than yogurt and cheese and meat and bread.

I have a gentleman's bet with my BFF; the first to lose 15 lbs wins the bet.  She's winning.  This week (the first full week since our bet started), she's down a solid 3 lbs, I'm down zero.  I don't have a strong competitive nature, though I can get pretty hardcore when competing with myself.  I sure wish that hardcore edge would appear soon 'cuz I'm floundering.  All that being said, this week will be a good one.  One week at a time.  One day at a time.  One hour at a time if necessary.

I'm grateful for you, my loyal followers of a less-than-diligent blogger.  I wish I had more successes and less failures to share with you lately, but one thing's for sure; my failures feel a little lighter after sharing them with you.  Thank you for that.

Here's to a good week, yes?  Healthy food, productive workdays, lazy autumn evenings, good sleep, happy dreams and lots of cozy love, whatever that means to you.

More soon.

Is EVERYBODY younger than me??

I'd have to say, uhm, yes.  Now on my ever-growing list of people-in-my-life-who-are younger-than-myself is today's newest member: My Nutritionist.  She's wonderfully enthusiastic and helpful and engaging and sincere and bubbly... and approximately 12 years old.  Adding insult to injury, I sought her out to help me navigate through my mid-life health issues.  I feel older than Methuselah's grandmother.

Okay, in all seriousness, she's not 12.  but the rest is true.  I'm all about being one's own advocate, being an informed and educated agent in one's own health & wellness journey... but I feel kind of saturated with all the information available to me.  Thank you, Interweb.  I'm going to place my faith, for a while, in a professional.  I know my preferences, my goals, what works for me in terms of weight loss (portions, portions, portions), but for the most part, I'm kind'a tired of the wild swings I take between obsessive food tracking/measuring/weighing/journaling and, frankly, not giving a crap.  Perhaps this slight shift in perspective will be just enough to push me back into a healthy pattern of ... being.  and maybe I'm putting too much thought into this, as I tend to do.  Whatever.  It can't hurt, right?

So I'll write more about my first set of on-boarding appointments once I get through them (three of 'em), but my initial impression leaves me with a feeling of ... what would be a good word... uhm... hesitation?  No... I guess a little skepticism.  I knew a couple things that she didn't and it makes me wonder how experienced she really is.  Although I am a million years older than she is so I'm bound to have a few more factoids bouncing around this head of mine.