I stepped on the scale this morning, holding my breath.
When I realized that my lungs were full of air, and air has weight, I stepped off the scale, breathed out as long as I could, and stepped back on, holding my breath.
Do you think that's neurotic?
Wait, don't tell me. I'm pretty sure it is, so I'll just assume the answer is yes.
The scale reports that I've dropped back to my pre-illness weight and lost another 0.2 pounds. I'm okay with that.
0.2 pounds is deceptive. Since stepping on the scale six days ago, I have actually dropped 6.2 pounds. I'm not doing anything fancy, just the same little things that I can keep up forever –
- I'm watching my portions carefully. When I'm full, I stop eating. When I'm not hungry, I don't eat – no matter how tasty the morsel.
- I'm writing down the foods I eat. I haven't made the time to do this online (in order to track my calories), but I am writing it down on paper, and that's the first step.
- No soda at all
- I did join Grace for ice cream once, but I've been keeping a close eye on my dessert consumption.
- I'm working on switching out high sugar, high fat foods in favor of lower sugar, lower fat versions. Our current favorites are Skinny Cow fudge bars and Yoplait Thick & Creamy Light yogurts.
- I'm exercising. I have been going to bed too late most of the time, and it's been a struggle to exercise at 5am. I took so much time off that my fitness level slid backwards a lot. I'm also back to EA Sports Active; The Biggest Loser for Wii was just too hard for me to stay motivated.
- I'm back to reading The Spark, but I'm not spending much time on SparkPeople.com. I just find it too time consuming and a bit overwhelming.
So that's it. I'm back on the wagon, facing the right direction, making slow but steady progress toward my goal to lose 100 pounds in 2010.
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