Got up this morning...had a great UP moment on the scale. Stood on the scale to see what I'd see and what did I see? 200.8!!! Did I really see that? I zero it out again...step up...and see: 200! Okay. For real...what will I have...zero...step on... 200.8!!!
Okay. I'll stick with that. And once again, Dr. Dukan was right.
So then I need to make a decision, or finalize the one that I've been leaning towards. In my religion, we fast once a month. I've been thinking about this and I really don't want to do anything to interfere with this attack phase. And since I'm supposed to treat my body as a temple, and that's what I'm trying to do, get myself in a healthier place, I have decided to not fast. I'm going to do day 3. So. I get my breakfast made...once again, I am full of gratitude for this guy...for finding a way for me to have something bread-like...every day.
I don't have a snack...I just throw something together to eat for lunch before I head to church. Some leftover roast beef from last night (i know...it's medium rare...not the doctor's preferred way, but he didn't say it was against the rules), some of that horseradish creamy sauce to dip it in, and a little cottage cheese.
I get home from church. Hubby is literally leaving...he was home for 20 minutes, got called out, so he said he's grabbing a burger on his way out. I say okay. Quick adjustment of dinner plans...if I don't have to cook something for him, I'm taking the easier way out.
I do have a snack of the final small piece of garlic chicken in the fridge and a midget dill pickle...and a little later I have a can of Diet Dr. Pepper. Who'd of thought that I'd drink it two days in a row? I mull this over while nursing the can and watching "Book of Eli"...I come to the conclusion that this may be saving me from some munchies. Because I don't drink it all at once and I can keep working on it...and the bubbles make it feel like there's something more going on than there is. We'll see how it goes.
For dinner, I grab two of those skinny turkey burgers...put my spices on it, peel an egg, and enjoy.
One of these days, I may get fancy and use more of his recipes, but I'm happy with being boring thus far.
The down spots of today were when I was getting dressed for church. I think I can tell a difference in that gut roll...there's about nothing left on the front sides (thank you t-tapps and 4 pounds gone), it's strange. Strange in a good way, I guess, but strange. There's been chunkage down there for a few years now. And to watch it go away...strange. Anyway, back to the down part. I want to fit into things that I don't fit into. So I had some moments of doubt and a minor pity-party. Then I get to church and no one says, "Holy cow! Have you lost weight?!!?"
Silly, I know. They ought not be saying that right now. I haven't earned it. I'll get it. Especially since they won't see me for the month of August. Think of how it'll be that first week of September.
And then with the hubby's new work schedule, he'll only have every third Sunday off...which means I get to go to church by myself even more (before, he worked every other Sunday). I don't like it. And I didn't play the organ today so I was down in the congregation...just a major pity party going on. I'm supposed to look stunning...you know, like I've already lost the 50 pounds. And I'm there by myself.
It'll be okay.
I'll have one of those custard things in an hour or so. If I can't talk him into going on a walk with me, I'll do some t-tapps before bed.
Another bonus of this diet? It gets me to bed before midnight...because I know myself better than to stay up late...that's one of my D.A.N.G.E.R. times. Well...probably THE danger time. I will munch and snack and I need to not be doing that. So. I have to go to bed.
Here's hoping that scale continues to go down...if it sticks with the plan, I'll be in the 100's tomorrow! And never ever see that ugly 200 number again. How sweet will that be? Oh...so very very sweet. So. I'll stick with the plan and hope that it sticks with the plan also.
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