a WOW and an odd challenge I'm facing

Oct 18, 2009

It seems I've finally broken a month-long stall. I didn't post about it, because I knew it was only a matter of time before I started losing again.... I follow the rules pretty closely, so the stressing was minimal.

But this morning, I find that the scale has finally returned from its European vacation, and has decided to once again pay homage to how wonderful I am, and how much more wonderful I'm becoming.

YAY!

The WOW is sort of an obscure one, and takes a little bit of backstory. I spent my honeymoon (25 years ago) on the Hawaiian island of Kauai. I chose the hotel specifically because it had a private plunge pool for each room, and I wanted to avoid the humiliation of being seen by others in a bathing suit.

During the trip, my new husband decided to surprise me with a helicopter ride over the island. It was a wonderful gesture, except that he didn't realize how horrifying the thought was to me. Not because the pilot swooped and weaved his way over some pretty treacherous-looking terrain, but because I knew that helicopters need to be very carefully balanced, and I knew that any helicopter tour was going to require every passenger to step onto a scale to be weighed.

I was over their limit, and we had to buy another half-seat. Talk about a walk of shame ... all eyes were on us as we walked from the scale area back to the counter to buck up for the additional fare.

Yesterday at work, there was a representative from the Hawaiian tourism board telling us about all the wonderful tours available on the islands. When he got to the helicopter option, my stomach knotted at the 25-year-old memory. "Please be aware that you WILL BE WEIGHED before the flight. Anyone over 250 pounds will be required to buy an extra half-fare."

~blink~

I'm almost 30 pounds UNDER their "too fat to fly" limit!!!

Whooo hoooo!

If you've stuck with me this long, you deserve a lovely butter-soaked shrimp... yum yum yum. Please push onward to my challenge.

My challenge. ~sigh dramatique~ I am craving fruit. Grapes, cantaloupe, fresh pineapple, pears, apples....you name it, I lust after it's succulent, sweet flesh. This has never been a problem of mine in the past, most especially when it wouldn't have been considered a problem!... if you can follow that

Carb-loaded fruit inhabits my dreams. I open the fridge to grab something to eat and there are these fat, cold, sweet grapes staring back at me... winking at me like a translucent green siren. Yesterday I found myself in Costco with my head *reeling* amid the bounty of Japanese Pears and mangoes. I felt like a junkie.

Since surgery, I've experienced no longer liking stuff I used to like, but this is a deep craving for something that has never really appealed to me - and it's NOT protein... and it IS carb-heavy.

~weeps openly~

On the flip side of that, I also crave protein. I love parking myself in front of the butcher counter and making all the people behind me wait as I say... "yes, two pounds of bacon. And then a pound of the large shrimp, three of those big, fat pork chops... and a full chicken breast ... ooooohhhh... that crab looks good! Let's go for a pound of that and top it off with that beautiful piece of Cod... the one right in front. Yesssssssssss, that's the one. Thank you."

and then wandering off to the cheese case.

I.

Love.

My.

DS.

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