I have never dieted. Back in the day I could almost will myself to lose a few pounds. Or maybe I convinced myself I did, when I didn't. It was a long time ago.
A few months ago I almost cut off a couple toes with the lawnmower. No, not to lose weight. But I DID lose a bunch through hospitalization and recovery. Maybe it was the pills that took away my appetite. I was on THREE gut-bomb antibiotics at one point - and they were VERY unpleasant.
Well, surprise, surprise... the weight came back.
I could still fit into my clothes, but I didn't like the way I looked. A roll of fat surrounded my waist. So I thought I'd cut out my evening sweets, do only light lunch, and be sure I walked a mile and change every day (not far, but, hey, my foot was sensitive!)
I gave it four weeks.
I refuse to step on a scale. It would demotivate me if there was only a little change. I may have given up sweets, but not impatience.
After 4 weeks, I'd take stock of what changes I noted.
Each evening I gave myself two Hershey Kisses and a couple Good and Plentys or a hard candy or two. I need the sweet, but not the pint of ice cream.
Week one was bad.
After a while I found some strength in not wanting to negate the denial I had endured to that point.
Some progress at 4 weeks. I decided to go for 4 more, which end this Sunday.
It worked. And when I resume, I plan to be much more discriminating. If it isn't GREAT, I won't eat it. Before I'd gobble.
I see and feel a difference. I will be better at choosing what I scarf. I wouldn't want to go through this again.
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