It’s been a while since I reported in on my ongoing quest to be a lighter version of me. You might recall from this post that I have a bit of a love-love relationship with foods that are bad for me. That hasn’t changed in the last two months; indeed I think it never will.
So, how’s it going, you might ask? On balance, not bad. Not great, but not awful. In exciting news, I went to buy jeans the other day (always a stressful purchase, because jeans are such a staple of my fall wardrobe) and discovered that I could FIT into the size of jeans that I couldn’t fit into just a year ago. That was awesome. I floated out of the store and into a job hunting trip to Boston and promptly blew my points counting into the next solar system, you know, the one called “Diets Be Damned, I’m Down a Jeans Size, Y’all!”. Yeah, I’m pretty sure that astonishingly good Italian dinner in the North End followed by a cannoli probably discounted three months of points counting. Sigh.
Since I’ve returned from Boston, I’ve felt myself slipping back into old habits; toast for breakfast instead of protein and fruit, lack of discipline on portion size, you know the drill. I don’t know why it’s so hard to do what I know is right for my body.
But despite my slip, the reality remains that I feel amazing. Perhaps it’s that I’m not carrying the stress of my former job around, or that my schedule allows me to swim 2-3 times a week and walk the dog whenever I want (sometimes twice if the weather is nice). Perhaps it’s all the sleep I’m getting – yes, go ahead, proceed with hating me for saying that – or the fact that, even though I’ve slipped, I still feel and look better than when I began this journey back in the summer.
I can’t tell you how many pounds I’ve lost, because I am experiencing scale-phobia – I don’t want to get on the scale and have it tell me that I’ve not lost as much as I want to; I want to keep feeling good about myself. So I’m staying off the scale and searching for proof of better choices via my clothes and my state of mind.
Today, I had a super yummy, healthy and early breakfast of granola, yogurt and fruit at The Pressroom in Bentonville (get thee there if you haven’t yet – it’s an awesome place). At mid-morning, I found myself with a hungry tummy. I went to the kitchen and had nearly put a piece of toast in the toaster (mmm…butter) when I remembered that I’d bought carrots and edamame hummus and THOSE were supposed to be my snack for the day. I put the bread back, busted out the carrots, and will survive (mostly) happily until lunch. And bonus! I discovered something else as I rooted through my fridge. The chicken corn chowder I made the other day was supposed to have cheddar cheese melted into it. But as the unopened bag revealed, I forgot to add it, and didn’t miss it. Saved those calories and didn’t even know it. The universe is looking out for me.
Today’s cliché? One day, one choice, at a time. Again.
4 thoughts on “Back on the body bandwagon”
Love to hear that you’re taking care of you! Each decision to eat better, walk longer, take that nap when you need it, etc, is a step in the right direction. Sometimes I have a mental celebration when I don’t eat that handful of chips or bite of chocolate. Everything counts! YAY!
Gotta love those little celebrations – sometimes it’s the little things.
For what it’s worth, I think how you feel is way more important than a number on a scale! Much saner way to go about things. We’re all so results-driven but society has confused the issue of which results to seek from eating well. Feeling healthy seems like the right result. 🙂
I agree, Jen! On the one hand we’re supposed to love ourselves and be happy and on the other feel bad about every choice we make. Those don’t match in my book. 🙂