You know how you identify yourself for who you were as a teenager? Like, I was pretty medium-sized back then, so I consider myself a medium-sized person now. I almost have to remind myself that I'm fat. There are fat people, skinny people, and me. I'm in the middle, dang it!
I know lots of formerly-skinny people who still fight their current size just because it's not what it used to be. And I know lots of people who grew up chubby who, even though they are all sorts of trim now, still see themselves fat.
I think it's time to rethink this. I mean, I really want to be that medium-sized person again. I like curves, but would rather not have extras. Like the "belly curtain" or the "butt shelf".
Of course, maybe getting bigger but still seeing myself medium will make it easier for me to get back there.
Even being all gung-ho on this program I felt like I had failures all week long. I didn't exercise as much as I should. My portions were bigger than prescribed. I even had extra meals a couple of times. I was prepared to fail. I mean, isn't that what diets do?
8 pounds down. Huh, what?!
So, the very first night of my new plan, my sister was in town and we ordered some food from a new barbecue place. I don't think it really fit into the plan. And most of the other days there were glitches. I went out on one good bike ride. And I went on a couple of walks. But I didn't do any weights, and I'd say I only followed the eating plan about 75%.
And I lost 8 pounds of fat! Holy crap!
I LOVE this! I am rededicating myself because now I know it can work. Dan says that I will never be 100%. As long as I do work at it, we'll be okay. He's a crack head. But I trust him.
Good times ahead!