I wrote a big long entry yesterday, but for some reason, it wouldn't post and deleted what I had written. I wasn't going to write it all again! Anyway, the jist of yesterday was: I woke up feeling a lot better, both physically and mentally. This diet stuff isn't too bad. It's the diet coke I miss the most.
Last night, mom, Chloe and I went to the children's opera's performance of Alice in Wonderland. I asked Chloe what I should wear, she says, "Pick something pretty, like a dress." I don't have a dress, naturally! So, I look through my closet of oversized men's tshirts (same old thing I've worn for years) and I find a pretty white, button up top with little purple stripes. I put it on, fits okay, so I walk out and say, "How's this?" and she scrunched up her nose and goes, "It makes you look even FATTER! It's weird, mommy." So, I go look at myself in the mirror. My gut has about 5 inches on my boobs. I don't think I ever noticed that before. I kinda got mad and disgusted with myself, it's like, I look at myself in the mirror every single day, how could I not notice something so um.... big? Needless to say, I stuffed myself back into a big tshirt and even hid THAT with a big sweatshirt. I still looked ginormous, but for some reason, it feels safer to me.
The diet's going good. I have been 100% dedicated. The first day or two, I felt hungry all the time, but it's evening out and I feel mostly satisfied, unless I watch someone else eating something I think I'd like. This Curve's diet has you eating every 2-3 hours and that's probably my saving grace.
I took Haplo on a long walk on Wednesday night. It was in the upper 70s, we walked all the way to Don Bessette motors and back. It was pretty far for both of us, but we made it. I decided that's way easier than walking on the dreadville and Haplo can benefit from it too. So, if John's in town, it's ditch the dreadville and walk the dog. Haplo's so funny. He's just as out of shape as I am, so when we got home, he crawled into a tub full of cold water, laid down and just cooled himself off for 20 minutes. Poor baby.
Anyway, had a breakfast of egg substitute, shredded cheese, and sausage. And water! Can't believe it's already almost time for a snack. I am going to try to get into the basement to walk, going to shoot for 1 mile today, but I'll let you know if I'm successful when I write tomorrow. Have a good day!
Friday, June 27, 2008
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It's two days past tomorrow....
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