Whee, progress
I've lost about five pounds since we got back from California. I've taken Jack walkies more days than not. My blood sugar is not particularly bad, considering I'm only taking one of the three meds I'm supposed to. I started with the weights this morning. The shorts I got right before the trip because I was too fat for the OTHER shorts I got right before the trip are kind of loose now, and the shorts that were too small are the ones I'm wearing on walkies. I'm down to one diet Coke a day and lots of green tea. My shoulder is finally healing instead of getting worse. I no longer exceed the weight limit for horseback riding. I'm even keeping a food/blood sugar log. And, par for the course, I had kind of a weird/crappy day right now and want to chuck it all, sleep in tomorrow and eat chips and cookies. I won't. It just occurred to me that I could probably do that if I wanted to, and I kind of do, but I don't have to. I can do this. I've done it before. I'll probably mess up along the way, and so far, my only goal is to keep getting back on the wagon as I fall off. I'm particularly discouraged right this moment since I just checked my blood sugar and it's a lot higher than I think it should be. I'm trying though, and that's all you can really do.