Day One Hundred One
In a perfect world, I would have had ninety minutes at the gym this morning and weighed in nice and low. That did not happen. I only had twenty minutes. I was short on time partly because I had to (surprise!) get my youngest son to a scout camp at eight o'clock, and my daughter to a driving lesson, also at eight o'clock.
My weight was **2, up four pounds from where it has been recently, and down eight from where it was one hundred days ago. But I am sure it will go back down quickly.
I stayed full until about nine-thirty, and then I counted down the minutes until noon. It seemed it would never come, but I held firm. I have to make an impact on my weight. I have to keep trying. At three minutes to twelve, I took my eggs upstairs to reheat them. When I finished eating them, I got out my vanilla cookie-cake, and I opened it.
Should i really eat it? It was like finally getting married after a long engagement, or like breaking a spell. Even though it had gotten slightly hard, it was like heaven. Like eating an angel cloud, if that even made any sense.
When I was finished, I got out my sugarless brownie and ate that, too. I was still quite hungry until I did that. While I ate it, I looked up how to substitute wheat flour in baking, and I learned that you should let it sit ten or twenty minutes before baking to let the wheat fully hydrate. That was news to me, but someone said it was the most important thing to know, and made all the difference. So, I will do that from now on.
I only ate half of my lunch--leftover rice and meatballs, and I brought the rest home. I didn't even feel like eating anything else at work, really, and only snacked on one small handful of almonds.
Dinner was leftover roasted peppers and Brussels sprouts. I didn't need anything else.
I just had my cocoa, and I am going to go to bed. No more overeating for me. I don't like the way it makes me feel, and I don't like the results on my bod.
My weight was **2, up four pounds from where it has been recently, and down eight from where it was one hundred days ago. But I am sure it will go back down quickly.
I stayed full until about nine-thirty, and then I counted down the minutes until noon. It seemed it would never come, but I held firm. I have to make an impact on my weight. I have to keep trying. At three minutes to twelve, I took my eggs upstairs to reheat them. When I finished eating them, I got out my vanilla cookie-cake, and I opened it.
Should i really eat it? It was like finally getting married after a long engagement, or like breaking a spell. Even though it had gotten slightly hard, it was like heaven. Like eating an angel cloud, if that even made any sense.
When I was finished, I got out my sugarless brownie and ate that, too. I was still quite hungry until I did that. While I ate it, I looked up how to substitute wheat flour in baking, and I learned that you should let it sit ten or twenty minutes before baking to let the wheat fully hydrate. That was news to me, but someone said it was the most important thing to know, and made all the difference. So, I will do that from now on.
I only ate half of my lunch--leftover rice and meatballs, and I brought the rest home. I didn't even feel like eating anything else at work, really, and only snacked on one small handful of almonds.
Dinner was leftover roasted peppers and Brussels sprouts. I didn't need anything else.
I just had my cocoa, and I am going to go to bed. No more overeating for me. I don't like the way it makes me feel, and I don't like the results on my bod.
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