Many times when a blogger posts a bunch of big goals and then goes into complete radio silence, that means that she has gone completely off-track and is embarrassed about it. I'm happy to say that is not the case right now. Things have been pretty busy, but in a good way that hasn't interfered with my goals.
I am not doing perfectly with my new diet plans, but I'm at least partially succeeding. Last night we had company over for dinner, and though I planned a pretty healthy meal, it's easy to overeat when you are having fun and not focusing on measuring out or even carefully eyeballing portions. It was somewhat helpful that our guests are also watching their weight. I jokingly said to my husband that we could only have formerly fat friends. He reminded me that a lot of thin people are careful about their diets too. So we decided (in jest) that we just can't have fat-and-happy-to-stay-that-way friends. Or at least not fat missionaries, people who not only want to stay fat themselves but want to make everyone else that way too. This is mostly in jest but I can think of a few examples of this phenomenon, friends who pout if you don't go "all in" on every social occassion and eat and drink several times your own body weight.
I'm more determined than ever to lose the weight because I continue to have foot pain, and continue to fear that I'm not going to get much help from the doctors. When the doctor's office called to tell me that I didn't have a stress fracture, the message was originally that the doctor wanted to "wait and see" if I got better. Since I have spent the last two years "waiting and seeing" and the last several months trying physical therapy and massage in the hopes of fixing the problem, I'm not feeling too confident that time alone is going to fix anything. I wish I had a diagnosis. I am going to talk to the podiatrist when I go in to get fitted for orthotics. I am hoping the orthotics will help, but without knowing the theory about what is wrong and why the doctor thinks they will help, I am less confident that the orthotics are the answer.
I was originally very anti-orthotic, anti-technical-running-shoes, because Chris McDougall's Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen had me convinced that running shoes were The Devil. But last summer I did my experiments with barefoot running, Vibram Five Fingers shoes, and even running in flip-flops and all I got was more pain. I recently listened to McDougall's TED talk and thought, the Tarahumara people live a completely different life than we do -- they don't have "day jobs," they don't spend hours and hours sitting on their butts, they don't have our crappy modern diets, etc. -- and we are supposed to buy his thesis that the real reason that they run well and we can't is because they don't have running shoes?
One thing that I thought is that they are probably a pretty thin group of people, and when I was thinner, my feet didn't hurt no matter what I wore on my feet. So it doesn't take much mental muscle to get to the conclusion that maybe if I took some of the weight off my feet, they might feel better. Dr. Google backs me up on that here and here.
With all that in mind, it's hard not to be impatient. Wish someone had a Fat Vacuum that could restore me to my former slimness.