Lost three more pounds. Yay! I know right now I’ve got plenty of excess crap to burn off and it won’t be very long at all before it evens off and I have to start fighting for those pounds. But that’s okay.
Epiphany was the word of the week.
Epiphany #1: I’m turning forty in September and, because I think my forties are going to be my most awesome years yet, I want to enjoy them. That means being healthier than I am now and not walking a few steps behind my family because I get winded trying to keep up. I plan to hit my fortieth birthday being far more fabulous than when I hit my thirtieth.
Epiphany #2: I’ve spent the last dozen or so years cleaning my kids’ plates. Maybe it started when the teen was a tot and I was lucky if I got his PB&J crusts for lunch. I don’t know. But we were out to eat the other night and, when I had to stop myself from finishing off the fries the teen didn’t want, I realized I always do that. The following day I made the short kid a turkey sub for lunch and he ate about three-quarters of it. On my way to the kitchen, I grabbed his plate to throw away and caught myself picking up the rest of the sub to finish it off. I threw it away instead. When I was telling my mom about it, she said she has a friend who, if she’s at a restaurant and can’t control the plates being taken away immediately, will douse all the leftover food on the table with pepper so she won’t eat it. I’m hoping just identifying the behavior will be enough, but I’ll do that if I have to.
Anyway…so far, so good. According to WW, the healthy weight range for my height is 120-150. I don’t know about that. I mean, I’d love to hit 150. But my end goal, the one that will result in me buying myself a fabulous pair of Fluevog heels, is 170. One, I think it’s achievable. And, two, I’ve always weighed “heavy”. Back when I was sixteen and totally rocking the cheerleading miniskirt, I weighed 130. I know I can hit 170, which would be a 55-pound loss, and be very happy with that.
Now I’ll take two weeks in a row of shed pounds and let it carry me through the weekend, AKA “restaurant time”. (Which is why I weigh in on Friday. I need the boost.) And I know I said I didn’t want this to be the Diet Blog of Doom, but I’ll probably check in on Fridays. One day a week’s not bad.