Not my feet, not my scale, not my weight
Down another .6 for a total of almost 113 lbs lost! Pretty good considering I’m not doing what I “should.” Meaning I’m not tracking.
Our leader handed out a slip of paper with nine tracking free days on it. Hah! Every day is a tracking free day. Really, I would be losing 1-2 lbs a week if I were On Plan. But I’m not, and I don’t. And I’m ok with that.
At most, I think I’ll go for another 10 lbs. I’ve achieved my goals with weight loss: I’m healthier, I don’t have joint pain, I can do stuff I want to do, and I’ve inspired my husband to come along for the ride. I’m living a healthy life, regardless of what the scale says.
I cook most of the food I eat now, and I think that has the most to do with being healthy. Oh, I guess WHAT I choose to cook has something to do with it… I used to make fudge and cookies for myself, yum! Those days are no more.
I really do believe that junk food is as addictive as heroin. How else to explain continuing to do something you know is bad for you? Like those rats in the study, I would’ve tolerated electric shocks for that fudge.
