So. Since April 2, I have lost 7.5 pounds. There's no way I could continue at that rate. That much weight loss in a short time is the first flush of a changing metabolism, fluid loss since I'm now not eating as much salt, etc. But it is enough that I am sure I am heading in the right direction. What amazes me is that I had slip-ups both weekends. Each time, I wandered slightly off track and then quietly pulled back on. There was no binging, no self-flogging, no sinking heart. I just knew that this momentum was too good to lose.
My hubby brought home a Diet Dr. Pepper for me as a treat. It sat in the fridge for a while and then I drank it on a sleep deprived day. It tasted okay. I liked it. But it didn't seem worth the potential price of slipping back into the sugar cycle. I've stuck to the occasional Life Water and unsweetened tea ever since.
I'm back on the walking track -- about 4 miles per day and it takes me 70 minutes because of the hills.
I'm drinking a lot more water.
I think, though, that what has truly made the difference is finally listening to my own body. Whenever I start to feel full, I stop eating -- no matter how good it tastes, no matter that it is homemade, no matter how much I paid for it. The idea that continuing to eat when you are full is disrespectful to yourself has not left me, and it keeps me going.
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