For the last three weeks I've been paying attention to how and when I eat. No, no that is not he announcement. I've always been completely aware of what I eat - sometimes regretting my choices and other times completely closing off my mind, not wanting to deal with the changes I knew were necessary. Though I once made a half-hearted attempt at the grapefruit diet. One word about that: Ick.
So, I've been counting calories. I know, BLAH - but it works and once you get the hang of it, it gets easier. Especially if you tend to eat the same foods as a routine. And my other efforts go to not eating after eight o' clock. And I've been walking. Like a crazy woman on a mission.
In fact, I am on a mission. I have the lofty goal of wanting to get into a particular red bathing suit by our vacation at the end of October. There's nothing special about this bathing suit except it's my favorite color and all I could find at the Wal-Marts last week. Apparently, summer is over. Oh, and there is one other thing:
The suit? Well it's about three sizes too small. Um, yeah . . . about that . . .
Sometimes even mommies have to abide by the "You git what you git and you don't have a fit" rule. I waited to buy a bathing suit because I knew I wanted to lose some lbs and had no idea what size I would be by October. I still have no idea, but now I have a goal. And it is hanging up in my bedroom where I pass by it several times a day. It's like a big red stop sign. Maybe it should be hanging on my fridge instead.
I have no plan B, so I hope I can wriggle myself into this suit without looking like a stuffed sausage. That poor suit has no idea what it's in for. In the meantime, the receipt is being held under lock and key in the case of needing a not-so-quick return. (Do they take back bathing suits in October?!) I'd never even think about buying a bathing suit (I could stop the sentence there, but where's the fun in that?) that is three sizes too small, except for one little fact: In a little less than three weeks I've lost 10 pounds.
I can only cheer like that on the internet, because The Cruise Director won't let me do it in publc. Evidently, it's embarassing to an eight year old when his thirty-something mom does a "woot, woot" accompanied by twirling in circles and doing the raise-the-roof hand motions. Who knew?
When I have almost half of my present body weight to lose (OK, I exaggerate a smidge), the first ten pounds is barely a drop in my bucket, but it does give me hope. And motivates me to work that much harder.
I know that I cannot expect 10 lbs to come off every three weeks and I am trying to keep a healthy perspective on that angle. All the rabbit food is helping with that. Carrots minus the Ranch dressing anyone?! **nosh nosh nosh**
I must admit to giving in and stopping at McDonald's one night. Old habits and cravings die hard. After eating so healthy, the Mickey D's just made me feel ill for the rest of the night. It was a hard lesson to learn calorie-wise and gastrointestinaly speaking. But I am not going to beat myself up over it. Now, I am back on the wagon, so to speak and happy because of it.
So, help a girl out and let me in on your tricks for losing or keeping the weight off. One request: don't even mention the word grapefruit or double cheese burger with fries. Please.