Last Friday I began the South Beach Diet. I was sitting in the waiting room of the outpatient care center where my mom was having her eye surgery. I felt fat. I looked fat. I felt out of breath. That morning, I brought my South Beach book with to read. As I read, the words just gelled with me and made so much sense. I felt empowered by the book in my hands and in the course of a moment, I decided this was the day I would begin making changes. I have two weeks before my upnorth vacation. Phase one is two weeks. The time is NOW.
I am on my 4th day of phase one and I feel very, very good! This diet, (although, I argue it should be called The South Beach Lifestyle), is amazing, because if you give up the bad carbs (white stuff-rice, potatoes, sugar, white bread and fruit) for the first two weeks, you totally lose hunger cravings and feel full most of the time. There’s so much you can eat in phase one, although I miss strawberries dipped in Splenda. I can resume them in a week and a half when phase two begins. My nightly treat is a bowl of sugar free chocolate pudding made with skim milk. It’s so good and really hits the spot.
I need this weight loss. Lately, I feel so heavy. Almost so heavy, it’s difficult to lift myself off the sofa. My bones ache. My feet hurt. I’m shooting for fourty pounds. I am going to pray every night for the will power to carry this diet to it’s completion and for success. During phase two I can eat everything except sugary stuff…and I can have bread and rice as long as it’s whole wheat and brown rice and in moderation.
South Beach just makes so much sense to me. It’s all about eating the right foods and giving up the crap we’ve been stuffing our gullets with all these years. America is getting fatter and fatter and it’s because we all consume processed, bad stuff and eat too many bad carbs. SB is all about relearning how to eat healthy foods. I’m ready.
I love the new Starbucks coffee blend. It’s called Pikes Place. What makes it so good is it’s much milder than other Starbucks coffees. It doesn’t have that bitter, strong bite that is so characteristic of their coffee. I brew it at home and I love it. It’s my little luxury on a daily basis. Try some.
Lately, money has been tight and I’ve been enjoying the simpler things in life and I haven’t been going shopping. Surprisingly, I don’t miss it. I really don’t. I have turned to free things for fun, like reading and blogging and taking Lilly for walks, enjoying the very balmy weather we’ve been having here in Chicago. If I want a new book, I take a quick trip to the Goodwill and choose from their selection. I’m amazed at the fantastic books I find there. I usually score lots of contemporary novels and almost always take home a lucky find.
I’ve been thinking about some of the things I’ve been reading in the Sylvia Brown books. I want to believe her in the worst way. I think she’s truthful, it seems like she’s authentic, although on YouTube videos, she seems to have been caught making mistakes and seems complely off base. A fellow bogger wrote me privately and told me of a lady ghost she had in a house she lived in for 18 years. She actually saw her several times and the story seems just so amazing to me. I definately believe there is something beyond our life here on earth. There just has to be. Gosh, I really would love to see a ghost. Have you seen one? I’d love to hear about it.
I have been so inspired by Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. It is such an incredible book. Easy, entertaining, interesting, heart wrenching, spiritual and inspiring are the adjectives I can throw out there to describe it. I can only recommend it with all my heart to you reader. The first ‘4 Beads’ is probably the most powerful thing I’ve read to date. It almost moved me to tears. ”As far as the ‘beads’ are concerned, you’ll have to read the book to find that out.
I have been feeling disappointed in myself for not writing the kind of quality blog posts I’d like to be posting. But, as much as I’d love to turn a crank in my brain and pop some quality content out to the internet, it just doesn’t happen that way. Inspiration has to come naturally, on it’s own. It’s not something to be forced. One must wait patiently for the words to flow. Since I consider it a delicate balance, I wait with anticipation for my future inspiration to arrive. Comm’on universe, I need some help.