Day Nine
I was up two pounds again--nothing to worry about. Honestly, I was so dehydrated when I weighed yesterday that I probably did not gain anything. Still, I know this week will be crucial. Nothing so amazing has happened yet that I couldn't quickly undo with my Easter candy.
I had eggs and oatmeal again. This time, I had raspberries to add. When I went to Costco yesterday, I only had one non-carb sample.
At church, the bishop had made sugar cookies for all the women. They were frosted with what looked like three-quarters of an inch of pretty pink frosting. They looked delicious. I passed the tray to my neighbor. Instead of adding up all of the missed treats in my mind like a compound trauma, I am dismissing them each like the obstacles they are on my course to better health. I think I used to think things like it had been so long since I'd had anything good, as if it were unreasonable of anyone to expect me to miss out on so many yummy things. I am not saying I can hold this healthy mindset forever--though some people probably do, but I can do it today, and for the next ninety-one days.
During the gospel study time with my husband, we each had part of a sugar-free lemon pudding. I know it has cornstarch in it, though, so I only had a small portion.
I had leftover Spanish rice with meat and peppers in it for a late lunch-dinner. Another obstacle was coming up in the evening--my brother's monthly open house for the family. At Costco, I had looked for cherries but settled for a package of nice-looking blackberries to bring as my offering. I put them in a pretty bowl that matched their color and made my way to my brother's.
Once there, I saw that the other goodies included carrots and celery with clam dip, and red velvet cupcakes. The cupcakes didn't tempt me. I took some of the vegetables, dip, and berries, and felt content. Later, my sister came with assorted store-bought cookies, which looked delicious. Normally, I would have had at least one, but I passed. She pressed me to take some with me, and I told her I'm off sugar. "Good for you," she said. My daughter filled a paper plate with some cookies and did bring them home. I asked her to please put them in the cookie jar.
I know if I started eating any sugar now, I would next get into my Easter candy. This whole project would be lost. I think most of the problem of overeating is psychological.
I had eggs and oatmeal again. This time, I had raspberries to add. When I went to Costco yesterday, I only had one non-carb sample.
At church, the bishop had made sugar cookies for all the women. They were frosted with what looked like three-quarters of an inch of pretty pink frosting. They looked delicious. I passed the tray to my neighbor. Instead of adding up all of the missed treats in my mind like a compound trauma, I am dismissing them each like the obstacles they are on my course to better health. I think I used to think things like it had been so long since I'd had anything good, as if it were unreasonable of anyone to expect me to miss out on so many yummy things. I am not saying I can hold this healthy mindset forever--though some people probably do, but I can do it today, and for the next ninety-one days.
During the gospel study time with my husband, we each had part of a sugar-free lemon pudding. I know it has cornstarch in it, though, so I only had a small portion.
I had leftover Spanish rice with meat and peppers in it for a late lunch-dinner. Another obstacle was coming up in the evening--my brother's monthly open house for the family. At Costco, I had looked for cherries but settled for a package of nice-looking blackberries to bring as my offering. I put them in a pretty bowl that matched their color and made my way to my brother's.
Once there, I saw that the other goodies included carrots and celery with clam dip, and red velvet cupcakes. The cupcakes didn't tempt me. I took some of the vegetables, dip, and berries, and felt content. Later, my sister came with assorted store-bought cookies, which looked delicious. Normally, I would have had at least one, but I passed. She pressed me to take some with me, and I told her I'm off sugar. "Good for you," she said. My daughter filled a paper plate with some cookies and did bring them home. I asked her to please put them in the cookie jar.
I know if I started eating any sugar now, I would next get into my Easter candy. This whole project would be lost. I think most of the problem of overeating is psychological.
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