Stayed at the same weight today and I'm perfectly ok with that. Nine pounds dropped so quickly - my body is taking a minute to breathe. Works for me. So today: turkey, nuts, lots of veggies, turkey, more veggies, nuts, more veggies. But what I want to talk about today is this natural happiness that is bubbling up inside me over the last few days as I think, a direct result of how well I'm eating. Makes sense - you put great gas in your car and it runs smoother. You put great food in your sytem and your whole body - including your mood - works better. So much better to be feeling great - feeling positive - feeling happy - than to be caught up in the horror of the binge cycle with all of that regreat and guilt and blame and remorse.
I walked into work this morning behind a woman who was very heavy and I couldn't help making some comparisons. She was doing the waddle walk - a sort of swaying side to side - with each step she took, while I was walking straight - head held high. No waddle. She was wearing sneakers - I'm guessing because her excess weight made her feet hurt and probably her knees, too - while I was wearing some fun strappy sandles. She was wearing a top that hung from her shoulders and then bloused over her many rolls and a pair of pants that looked painfully tight. I was wearing a swirley skirt and a simple tee. She was carrying a grocery plastic bag filled with from what I could see - a bag of donuts, a large bag of M and M's and several other items. Her food for the day? I was carrying my lunch bag full of veggies and proteins. Last year she was me. That would have been me walking in to work with my treats for the day, with my achey too big body and my ill fitting clothes. But it isn't me anymore. I'm sorry and sad for her and very happy for me. And painfully aware that the me today can turn in easily turn back into that woman if I begin to choose poorly again.