27 June 2009
(Blogger’s note: Thursday, I said that I’d be wrapping up Life Change Week on Friday unless “the Sacramento Kings do something totally bone-headed in tonight’s NBA draft and raise my blood pressure …” Well, that seems to be exactly what they did — passing on one of the purest point guard prospects in years in Ricky Rubio. But I couldn’t write about the Kings yesterday because their whole “strategy” made so little sense that I can’t even analyze it. So we’ll go with one of my other recent life changes in today’s column. Next week, we’ll be back to the usual religious questions and quasi-philosophical observations …)
I was still trying to figure out how to structure today’s post as I ate my big bowl of raw oatmeal this morning.
Yes, you read that right — raw oatmeal. Uncooked, straight out of the round carton and into the bowl, with enough milk (skim) that you can actually eat it. That’s been my breakfast about half the time over the last month. Low-calorie, high-fiber, and wonderfully filling — I eat it around 7 or 8 in the morning, with an apple or some other fruit, and I rarely feel like eating again until after 1 p.m.
For the last several months, I’ve been trying to do things here and there to lose weight. The problem is the “here and there” part — I wasn’t sticking with anything consistently, or for very long, largely because I wasn’t sure what I should be doing or what would work for me. Around Memorial Day, a little intestinal blockage (which I’ve been prone to on occasion, since childhood) forced me to do some really hard thinking about this pattern. I came to the decision that almost ANY diet method, with the requisite commitment, would be better than flitting from method to method with nothing resembling a single direction. It was time to make a diet plan and hold to it.
And the diet plan I’ve chosen has been a fairly drastic change.
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