I don’t want to write this article, but I made a promise to myself and to you that follow my progress or lack thereof, so here goes.
This last week was very rocky. On the plus side, I have started exercising again, which I haven’t done in over a year. I have an old Nordic Trac ski machine in my room that is in very good condition due to lack of use so I have started using it again. Small, baby steps at first. I have done between 15 and 25 minutes on it every other day throughout last week. I want to work up to 40 minutes or longer every other day so at least I have made a good start. It doesn’t jar my joints and I really haven’t had any increase in pain that I can blame on it, so from that standpoint, it’s good.
My eating, however, is a whole other story. Angry at myself for not being strong enough to even follow a simple plan like NS, I kind of had a meltdown. I still am trying to eat breakfast and lunch and making healthy choices for those, but I got so tired of boxed dinners, I haven’t had one all week. I made a vegetarian pasta recipe I found on the internet and think it was a pretty good choice. It only was about 250 calories per serving and the way I made it, it was probably less. It was so nice to be eating “real” food again and I watched the portion size. My husband took me out to dinner on Friday evening, and again, I tried very hard to watch what I put in my mouth. No appetizers, just the salad with the dressing on the side, and then I didn’t like my entrée so only had a few bites of that.
So you are probably wondering what went wrong. Well, I begged my husband to get some frozen yogurt and knowing what a bitch kitty I can be when I don’t get my way, he went. I tried to tell myself I was at least making a good choice by it being frozen yogurt, but we all know that’s a big lie. So I had some frozen yogurt this weekend. I didn’t even eat the whole thing, like normally would have happened. But it’s in my freezer calling to my even now. Evil stuff.
No, pounds did not come off this week, but no pounds were added either. I will continue to exercise and try to find the right balance that I can live with for the rest of my life. I cannot live with boxed food, that I found out. I do know the correct portion sizes and do know when to stop eating. I have learned at what point my body is finished eating and try to listen to it. My biggest problem still is and always will be ignoring the pull of sugar. I am a sugar addict and there is no way around it. Perhaps I need an exorcist. Anyone know a good one out there who can get rid of the sugar demon who lives inside of me?