I've just finished one week of my new eating plan, and I'm very happy with the results. I'm not happy so much because I lost weight. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled about that, but losing weight isn't that hard. It's continuing to lose and not gain that is difficult. This is the first time I've felt hopeful that I could continue to lose weight this way.
There were two days a week where I craved carbohydrates in the evenings. The rest of the week I was satisfied. In fact, I ate better this week than I can remember ever eating. The food was all made by me with real, whole ingredients, and everything was delicious, and even better, I didn't feel bloated and uncomfortable once all week.
I like that I'm not counting calories. I have no idea how many calories I ate each day. I hate tracking every bite I take. The only thing I did was become more aware of the bread, pasta, and sugar I was adding to my diet, and I chose higher fiber versions and smaller portions of those things.
Oh, so what was the result in numbers? Well, I lost 6 lbs and 2.5 inches around my waist. I weigh 251.4 lbs and my waist is 41 inches today. If you're keeping track, that's only 1 pound lost since I started this blog because I had actually been gaining weight since I began writing.
I'll tell you what else I've gained since I began writing. I've gained greater compassion for and acceptance of myself exactly as I am. My self-talk is much kinder. My confidence - higher. And hope. I've gained hope. I've gained the ability to dream again.
(Pretty syrupy and dramatic, huh? Can't help it, it's the truth. lol)