Weight loss blues

Can I say, I'm just a little discouraged and a little disgusted with myself.  My weight has been fluctuating, which is to be expected (apparently you can fluctuate as much as 2 lbs within a single day), but not really dropping.  I hadn't expected to make dramatic gains: no 14 pounds in two weeks for me.  I want the slow and steady loss, maybe a 1.5 a week.  So that should be three pounds by now.  But it hasn't happened.

I know part of it is my eating style.  I'm still a little kerflummoxed by vegetables.  Don't ask me why; I don't get it either.  I just don't know what to do with them besides put butter on them, and that's not exactly where I'm wanting to go.  I've tried a few recipes, and didn't really like them.  I think it might be an uphill battle on that one, for a girl who rarely ate them beyond the canned quadrumvirate of peas, carrots, corn, and green beans.  It was all my dad would eat.  So it's all I ate.


Thankfully, I did finally make it to the chiropractor; hip is much better; P90X starts next week.  Again, I don't expect to lose more than a pound or two a week, so don't expect me to become the P90X poster child.  I'm not doing their diet.  I'm doing my own.  I don't want that much protein, and I want just a few more carbs.  But not a lot.  But I've already made sure we're stocked with brown rice, not white.  And I'm gathering the arsenal to slowly change our eating habits.  One thing I intend to do is take the first mini-pledge from 100 Days of Real Food: 2 different fruits or vegetables at every meal.  I think I can make that work.  I'll figure it out with the vegetables.


So.  Next week is really ground zero.  I hope I make it.  I hope I lose weight.  I hope I don't ruin my milk supply, as I intend to continue nursing my son until he's one.  I hope, I hope, I hope.