Yay! I lost ten pounds! Fer real! At least I think so... my scale likes to zigzag depending on the time of day, barometric pressure, whether I ate or drank anything and the humidity. So, I'm trying to just stick with morning weight already fer crying out loud. Even that fluctuates a bit.
But I'm not feeling deprived. Before, I ate pizza, ice cream, chocolate and just about anything I wanted. I ate too much of what I wanted and that's how I got into this mess. Now mind you, it is disgusting AND unfair that my older sons can eat anything and everything they want in about five Pig-at-the-State-Fair portions, three times a day and still stay a bit underweight. Oh. Plus snacks. They have snacks as well. Waah.
BUT I'm not feeling deprived. Now, my very favourite food is tofu with carrot slice pie. No crust, just carrot slices, unboiled with NO butter... and slimy tofu. I don't even WANT that terrible food that I used to eat. I'm positively *brimming* with happiness at my new very faaaavourite food choices. Unsweetened rice cakes are even better than movie theater popcorn! Mmm.
Slight sarcasm, that. Ok. It's not gonna kill me not to have the frosted cupcakes everyone ELSE got to celebrate the fourth. But I am feeling a bit left out. It is pretty unfair that fatties have to go foodless. At least *decent, American food* foodless.
Sigh. I know I'm an American and I have rights. Bummer those responsibilites that come with 'em though. I have learnt that if I have ONE slice of cake, and budget that into my weekly diet? That I won't just eat ONE slice of cake. Probably what has to happen next time I go to a party is that I have to wait until only one slice of cake is left so that seconds are not a possibility. OR, if the host is really awesome and understanding, she'll let me take one small slice home. Then seconds are not a possibility and I won't find myself sneaking back to the table, skipping the sliced fruits, and eating the cake.
Well, I'm learning. This is a lot of hard work and I don't look any different. Oh, well. Thanks for listening.