Philosophic Phriday
Yes, it’s true, another day with a loss…212.8 to be more precise. I could get used to this. I do believe I might make that goal of 199 by March 17. Wouldn’t that be swell?
I’ve been in Phase 2 for a week now, and I’m feeling pretty good about everything. This weekend, I’m going to load some things into the food tracker simply because I’m curious about the number of calories I’m consuming. You don’t have to count calories on The Beach, but my curiosity is getting the best of me! I feel a deep desire to know.
Still waiting for my darn Turbo Jam and Yoga Booty Ballet DVDs to arrive. I have a feeling it may be next Tuesday before they actually get here. Kinda stinks, but I’m sure I’ll survive. Think of it this way…if they don’t come today, I have the weekend to get the basement picked up so I actually have room to move. Now there’s a concept!!
I finished reading YOU on a Diet yesterday. Actually, I just read the information portion; I didn’t read the actual diet part because I’m not planning to change directions at this point. I think I know more about how my intestines work than I ever really wanted to know. Now that I know all the chemical processes that go into processing foods, I’m a lot less leery of including healthy fats in my diet. I do think I’m going to pick up a copy of Ultrametabolism soon. I read the reviews at Amazon, and with Ashley’s good words about it, the whole thing sounds like more good gouge to put in my nutritional arsenal.
You know, with the amount of reading and research I’ve done on diet and exercise over the past 8 years, you’d think I’d still be thin. It’s amazing how efficiently mental and emotional chaos work to destroy the body. I think I’m finally back in the mindset I had back in college when I lost weight the first time. I was so focused and determined to succeed. Nothing could stop me…not even sorority functions or finals week. That’s where I need to be in order to succeed. Yes, I have the stresses of the girls and work, but those things are nothing like the gigantic amount of bullshit I dealt with for 5½ of the last 6 years. Things are in my court now. I make the rules. I am in control. I have no one to please but myself. True, I have responsibilities that extend beyond myself, but all in all, those things are simple. The girls are angels most of the time. Work could be better only if I had more authority. Our lives are soooooo much better since we moved. I’m content with everything but my weight, and that is something I can control. I have grabbed the reigns that were previously flapping in the breeze, and I am ready to steer my weight and myself in the right direction…toward better health.