Aug 20, 2007 17:12
For ten years on and off I have made failed attempts at dieting. I'll be very good for a week and in that week I usually manage to shed 7lbs after which I tend to plateau, get despondant and subsequently I give up.
Giving up is not the end though, something in my head, possibly disappointment in myself, triggers and convinces me I need to gorge on junk food, extra butter and numerous other no-nos.
So imagine my elation when I weighed in this weekend at 14lbs lighter than I was three weeks ago. That's a stone people!
I've been eating healthier foods, no processed foods, baking our own bread (of which I don't eat much anyway but the rest of my family unit enjoys), I've switched back to butter because I'm convinced our body knows better how to deal with it than it does with margarine. Ingesting margarine when one realises it is but one molecule away from plastic is scary enough in itself doncha think?
Oh and.. self control and smaller portions. Always a good thing.
I did have a moment yesterday when I looked in the mirror and panicked.. thoughts of OMG I LOVE MYSELF THIS WAY! I DON'T THINK I WANT TO LOSE WEIGHT AFTER ALL..suddenly swept over me and I felt like hitting the chocolate.
It's true.. I do love being a large lady. I learned to accept it a few years ago and since have embraced everything about being voluptuous but my reasoning behind the weight loss lies in my ankles and hips.
They hurt.
Like a motherfucker.
If I'm out and walking for awhile I get to feeling really sore and achy.
Anyways.. here's to the next 14lbs.
VB. x
PS. Sorry for being a bad LJ Friend.