On Tuesday, I had a meeting with my dietician. Meeting with her is quite difficult especially as my husband is present. I do want him to be there as I know that it is healthy for him to be there. I don't like being honest with her...actually, it is I who doesn't want to hear what is actually happening.
I am really having difficulty eating the six small meals per day. To add to it the things, I found out that what I have been marking as a small meal is actually a snack. Sigh. I am keeping snacks in the car and a cereal/granola bar in my purse. Oh, I've been eating them as well.
Due to a variety of reasons, I have not been exercising as much as my goals are. The frustrating thing is that right before I got sick. Three days per week, I was running on the treadmill and doing a weights. The other thing that we are addressing is my cooking twice per month.
During the month period since I met with her, I discovered that I hate the feeling of being hungry. I feel like my body is betraying me. I liked it better when I didn't get hungry at all. CONTROL!!
I think that I wrote, that my psychiatrist and therapist disagree on what is more important. My psychiatrist told me that he would rather have me focus on exercise instead of cooking. My therapist told me that he would rather have me cooking than focus on exercise. I agree with my therapist as it does get me moving about, shopping, interacting with others, gets me out of the house and it is something that I used to REALLY enjoy.
I haven't actually lost anymore weight; however, I still am able to wear clothing that I wasn't able to before. Also, I am able to wear jewelry that I couldn't before and my watchband and belt are in in the holes to make them smaller. My husband also says that I feel smaller. Still I focus on the scale number and my lab results.