Well, I've come to realize and accept that I'm going through one of those phases in life wherein I'm undergoing big changes but it feels like nothing is happening. Can anyone relate?
Because of something Dubbles said, it dawned on me that I have actually lost approximately ONE QUARTER of my body weight. And I've never done anything like this before. I mean, I had a significant gain following chemo and radiation when my thyroid was obliterated and I didn't realize it. From around 160-200 back in the 90's when I was a teenager still. And then my weight bobbled around a bit but pretty much always settled in the low 160s no matter what I did. That is pretty clearly what my set point has been for most of my adult life. Which is why my original goal for HCG was 155. That was the lowest maintainable weight I'd experienced and felt pretty good there. My doc had also written me a note for ww with that as my approved goal weight even though per their charts 147 is the top of my healthy weight range.
Anyway, now I'm hovering in the low 130s. So, of course this is a huge adjustment on so many levels. I think I was so focused and driven to lose and stabilize and maintain I wasn't really aware of how big a deal this potentially is for me and that it will take time for everything to settle in and get caught up and calm down. This stabilization phase is about so much more than the scale. Even way beyond my relationship with food. It's about the whole system readjusting. And so I need to be very gentle with myself.
That's what I've come to today, anyway.
Food, activity, hydration, sleep are all good at the moment. I'm definitely enjoying food, continuing my practice of cultivating and practicing restraint and reverence with food as well as making each meal a puja, or ritual. Feeling good about something that happened last night and a conscious shift in response. Basically, I facetimed with a dear friend I hadn't spoken to in months and it stirred up some difficult emotions. So much so that I felt an impulse to soothe myself with food and drink even though I was finished eating for the day and wasn't genuinely hungry for anything other than comfort and ease. But monkey mind was telling me to crack open one of my bottles of low sugar wine, have a glass, I deserve it. Another part of me said, Girl, alcohol is a depressant and you just finished ugly crying with your friend. You don't need any physiological help feeling lowdown at the moment. So, I met myself in the middle. I lit a fire (yesterday we had a freezing rain kind of spring cold snap), decided I'd run myself an epsom salts bath, and I made myself two warm drinks over the course of the evening. One, an herbal tea from my ayurved; the other a tremendous treat I've discovered. I froth together a bit of nut pods creamer with really good cocoa powder, that marvelous stevia
Leez recommended, some sweet spices, a couple drops of vanilla, and a little spoonful of powdered almond butter, then add boiling water as I continue to froth. It turns into what feels like a really indulgent chocolate-almond latte. Except no coffee, not even decaf, because I'm trying to cut back.
Anyway, it felt like a nice way to mother myself, to use the language I brought up regarding mrsstrong's approach. And it literally reminded me of sweet childhood memories of my mama bringing me a warm cup of horlicks in my special Beatrix Potter cup and saucer before bed. Even as a child hated going to bed because of FOMO, LOL, and that sweetened the deal.
Again, misuse of food? Or appropriate comforting? Still seeking the balance while also practicing restraint and reverence. Per usual, I want it all.

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