A year after the batteries in my scale died and I shoved that bad boy in the back of the closet, I weighed myself. For the first time in a year. The result? Up 8 lbs and a big explanation of why I'm not feeling so hot. So I'm back on track as of today.
My mom and sister are coming into town and it's a holiday weekend, but I've got to stop sneaking bites of raw cookie dough and trying to go chip for chip with my husband when we get Mexican. Even up 8 lbs, I'm still a good 20 lbs lighter than I have been before, but I don't want to get back to that place.
When I was working as a Nutritionist, we used to tell our patients that "knowing doesn't equal doing". I'm singing that song more than ever these days. Knowing all I know, but still shoveling all the wrong things in my open maw.
So bye bye, waffle fries (for now, I'm sure we'll meet again when I can be trusted to consume you in moderation) and hello lots and lots of water. I didn't miss you, but you really help me out.
See ya, Hershey Kisses. Sure, you're only 25 calories a pop, but 10 of you in a row? That's a different story. Hello, lean proteins and lots of veggies. Personally, I think you can be really bland and boring but I'm determined to give you a makeover and make you delicious.
If I'm being honest, it's not about swimsuit season (because I've found the perfect swimsuit no matter what), my sister's upcoming wedding, or even the number on the scale (that's just what I use to jolt myself back to reality), it's about feeling good.
So RIP, nachos. I'll miss you for a while.