I didn't lose any weight this week, and though I figured as much, since I weigh myself every morning, I was still hoping for a miracle. I was also without my buddy, and that made hearing the news harder. I really can see that I don't need to have a blow out, just a little bit more each day does the trick. Sabotage by increments. And exercise won't save me from my food choices. I appreciate the fact that this weight loss business makes sense. There is no magic or mystery. What the program says is true. I can eat so many points per day, but going over means possibly maintenance but no loss. It's amazing how unhappy the truth can make me.
I'm at least writing down everything I eat, and not lying to myself. And I now know that feeling hungry doesn't mean I need to eat. My body isn't starving, but my mind is going crazy. What do I do if I don't eat? Feel the feelings? Take a walk? Talk to friends? Expose myself? Yep. This weight loss thing demands honesty, major adjustments to my habits, and ingenuity. Darn! And I thought it would be simple! But, hello, nothing is.
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