As of last Friday, I have lost 20 pounds in 7 weeks. A normal person would be happy about that - and I am (happy that is, not normal). But it is sobering to compare that to how much I still need to lose. BUT THAT IS THE WRONG WAY TO THINK ABOUT IT. So happy, yes. 20 pounds woo-hoo!!!
SparkPeople.com is fah-reaking awesome. It's also a lot of work. I do data entry for any food that isn't in their database already and I track EVERY FREAKING THING. A couple days ago I stole one tortilla chip off of my kid's plate and you better believe that I tracked one twelfth of a serving of those chips. Yes. I. Did.
So I told my husband Dan about hitting the 20 pound mark and you know what he did? He baked chocolate chip cookies. Well, first he told me that I was doing a good job. Then he baked cookies. Bastard. I have not eaten even one of those cookies. I was afraid to even look at them at first. But last night while I was cooking dinner I noticed how good they smelled. Then the thought occurred to me that I could enjoy the smell without eating them. So I leaned over and inhaled deeply. They smelled pretty damn good. And I was very proud of myself for not diving in face-first, pie eating contest style.
So here we are. I have had small portions of sweets occasionally; I am not completely abstinent. Mostly fitting them into my goal calorie zone for the day (my birthday being one exception).
And I decide when I splurge, no one else.
For Pete's Sake
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