I got inspired in April going down to LA with spikesgurl because we understand each other in that regard, and frankly, her progress has been boggling. And I saw ghostgirl13 looking absolutely gorgeous with her weight loss and I came home determined.
It wasn't quite enough. Because life got disrupted with the inlaws here for so long and if there is anything I need when I do this, it's control. I don't have that when they're here.
But I got it back after they left. I got on the scale and was terrified by the number. My weight has gone up since my gall bladder operation last summer, primarily because one of the few things that didn't upset my system for the longest time was white rice. I ate *a lot* of it. And I'm hyperinsulinemic. I just can't eat those kind of carbs in any large amount. So with my highest non-pregnant weight number in my head, I reorganized. I went back to the menu plan that afforded me my most consistent loss. It's the same breakfast 6 days a week (one day a week, I indulge in a full English with the family), salad for lunch, and a veg heavy dinner.
In 2 weeks, I've lost 7 pounds and my cravings are gone. I'm feeling like I'm in control again.
Of course, the test comes next week when we go to the lake for family vacation. And then at the end of the month when I spend 2 weeks with Pepper. Honestly, though, I don't think I'll slide. Vacation, I'm still in control of food. And Pepper understands what I'm trying to do. She's agreed to let me do a lot of cooking, lol. I'm not going to slip into my old pattern of, "I'm on vacation so I'm not going to care." I have to care. In 8 days, I turn 39. This is the life I have. I have to make every aspect as good as possible.
The only one who can do that is me.