I stepped on the scale this morning with dread thinking that I'd be heavier than last week. My basis for this was that I haven't been working out. So when I saw that 231 I stared in shock. Then I ran out to tell Pete.
Last week I was 233 and upset thinking how much lower it would have been had I been working out.
This week I'm choosing the positive.
What I've realized is that I can control my weight with my eating. More importantly I can control my eating. Let me say that again, I Can Control My Eating. I can east meals that are sensible, filling and still lose weight. Now has my eating been perfect? No. I strive to have a portion of meat/protein, a portion of starch and lots of veggies/fruits at each meal. I strive to eat a piece of fruit when I crave sweet instead of chocolate. I no longer keep candy or pieces of chocolate in the house. I no longer bake something sweet each Sunday as a treat for Pete and I. However, when the sweet bug hits me I have about 10 of these Dibs or 15 really dark chocolate chips. And I feel ok about it.
I think I'm figuring out how to eat to sustain my body and still be happy about what I eat. I think I'm on the right track. I hope I'm on the right track.
And the best part? 231!!