I'm home and my scale tells me that I've done no damage. 207. But I've been at this number for a while and I'm growing tired of it. So a new motivation to dump this number and leave it behind. Hopefully in the next few days. I could grow accustomed to having my meals prepared for me as they were for the last three days. I enjoyed grilled pizza - I know you say pizza and you immediately picture calories. But this was home made dough - thin - wheat flour with tons of veggies and grilled! Yummy. And turkey goulash with whole wheat pasta and then grilled chicken and the first corn of the season. Always a treat. I used to roll my corn in butter and then dose it with salt but I ate this corn on the cob with nothing - and surprise! surprise! It was delicious! Before the ear of corn was just a way to get the butter and the salt to my lips - but now I get to just enjoy the corn. Which is a whole adventure of texture and snap - that would be the biting into it part. Each little kernel a happy surprise. Yea, I know. Sounds strange to write about vegetables like that - but it's so much healthier for me to celebrate veggies than to focus on chocolate and nougat and caramel. So I now look forward to the freshest of veggies and the most succulent (love that word - kind of sounds dirty!!) of fruits. The only way to take on this life long journey is to reprogram my brain to celebrate anything other than the steady diet of sugar I used to inhale. So 8 pounds to ONEderland and I am so impatient to get there.
My closet is transformed with only size 16 in it (all clothes I wore the last time I lost weight - the 18's now sequestered in tubs in the basement) and today I wore black pants - size 16 - sort of jeans alternative - with a bit of spandex - and I felt great all day wearing them. They were not too tight - the waistband did not dig into my skin and I did not have a huge roll exploding over the top of them. And I have a whole stack of 14's (yes, also from before) that are stacked up on my closet shelf just waiting for me to get there. Two little pounds away from my rowing scull. (Of course here in New York they are forecasting snow for tomorrow which will eliminate any effort to get out on the water) And a whole summer of shorts and exercise and unadorned corn on the cob to enjoy!