I am a champion weight loser when I put my mind to it.
And I need to put my mind to it, like, yesterday.
The problem? I’m married, and I’m happy, and I have one of those super supportive husbands who loves me unconditionally.
I know. What a drag!
Add all that together, and I am fat. Not like, needs-a-crane-to-leave-the-house fat, but still fat.
I’ve been saying I was going to get myself together for awhile. I might as well — I don’t have to go anywhere until I find a job, so I can literally exercise for hours if I want to.
Only I don’t want to. I want to wear pajamas, and eat bon-bons, and watch TV and take naps.
Which only adds to that pesky, aforementioned “I’m fat,” thing.
But not anymore.
Thanks to a late-night pinning spree, I came across a new book — Wheat Belly — which I promptly researched, and then purchased.
In a nutshell — modern wheat is the devil, it makes us fat, it’s bad for your joints, and your organs, and you might as well eat table sugar instead of a piece of wheat bread. It sounds extreme, I know — because I was one of those people who thought I was doing a good thing by eating a lot of whole grains. But if the research this guy (a cardiologist, actually) put together is accurate, it is one of the worst things you can put in your body.
So I decided to give it a go.
So, what do I eat?
Well, last week — I was still reading the book, but itching to get started, so I just ate things I knew were wheat free… So, eggs for breakfast, and a lot of salads. Baked chicken. More salads. Tuna fish. Oh, and more salads.
Thankfully, we like salads.
A week later?
I lost almost 13 pounds.
Yes — I know it’s mostly water. It’s also motivational, if I do say so myself.
So, bye bye, bread! Hit the road, wheat! Suck on it, gluten!
We’re breaking up!