I was 235 today. For the past 2 or 3 days my jeans have been practically falling off me. I've been swimming in them. Not that my hips and legs are my problem area, but... I'm swimming in my size 20 jeans. Seems like I may have to get back to the store and try on some 18s. That's pretty cool. I'm thinking I hope I didn't overreact to my weigh-in on Saturday when I decided to reduce my calories. I went to the grocery store today and got the food for the Glycemic Impact diet but I'm not really excited about it, either. The Fall Seasonal Diet had Grape Nuts and soups.
Look at me, I'm Miss Grass-is-Greener. It's just food. I eat whatever I'm supposed to when I'm supposed to eat it.
I had chocolate chip cookies yesterday, but I didn't cook all the dough. Even though today I'm supposed to be back on plan, I remembered the cookie dough and wanted to eat the rest. If I'd been able to find it, I would have allowed myself to eat it. My roommate must have thrown it away because I left it out. So I went to the grocery store tonight thinking about how I was craving that caliber of sweet/fat - a chocolate bar, some cake, cookies... and was thinking about cheating. One day off the wagon can put me right back where I left off. I realized I just had to tell myself "No" that it's not allowed and maybe even that I don't deserve it - if that's what works to keep me from it. I'm thinking about 232 and how nice that will be to see, so letting sweets and candy back into my life on a daily basis at this stage is not what I want.