Getting back to my routine involves getting back to eating right. On Saturday I thought I would make a new dress and when it was done enough to try on, I was aghast at how awful I looked and how tight that dress was on my body. It was a size larger than my normal size...OK...two sizes larger than my best weight. Arrgghhh. I posted these pictures small to minimize the damage to your poor eyes. I knew then that this was the Day of Decision. Was I gonna do something or pretend this was just a fluke in the pattern? Yeah right.
I have no scale, since I gave mine to Brooke a while back, and really, who wants to know how much weight I had gained? Not me. But now I needed to have a baseline and went out in the blazing 90+ heat to find one down the road a bit. I came home and grit my teeth and weighed myself. Ghastly!
Once the shock had subsided, I logged on to my preferred weight loss helper Loseit.com and charted a new goal. I already feel better, weighed in this morning and overnight I lost 4.5 pounds of water weight.
How did this happen? Stress eating, lots more wine than I oughta drink, which is all sugar, and ice cream, bread, rice, pasta and potatoes and CHEEESE. Mostly not caring about myself. My knees ache, my feet and my hips ache, which they surely would if I am carrying around 40+ more pounds than I should. That's the equivalent of two huge bags of kitty litter. Imagine that.
So I will record everything that I put in my mouth and never speak of this again, until next April when it will have all been lost.