SW: 256
LW: 250
CW: 252
So I’ve somehow managed to gain two pounds. I’m pretty certain it has something to do with retaining water as well as my body just adjusting to all the changes I’ve made since last Wednesday.
To be honest, since I got the bad news, my caring about the number of pounds I have on me has just gone out the window. I still want to lose weight, of course, but I’m not focused on the numbers at all. Well, maybe 1% of the time.
Right now all my healthy energy is going towards focusing on keeping a food diary and making healthy choices with my food. Maybe that was my problem all along – my focus has been in the wrong place. I wouldn’t be surprised.
I feel like I’m on the right track right now. That hasn’t reflected in poundage, but I’ve only really changed my life since last Wednesday. And I don’t say ‘changed my life’ flippantly. It’s like… I received the news from the doctor and suddenly everything has changed. I’ve immediately dropped things that were occasional indulgences.
My husband actually put a small chocolate bar in my hand (it was time to eat and the only other thing on hand was a muesli bar I don’t care for) and wouldn’t have held it against me if I ate it, and I gave it back to him. I thought about it, but the urge to eat it just wasn’t there.
I guess there is nothing like getting the news, “This could kill you” to make you clean up your act, huh?