Something to be proud of
Alright everyone, I'm beginning to go into euphoria! Seriously!!! Things have been going really good since the last blog. For starters, at my weigh in on Saturday I found out I lost 6 pounds! WOOHOO! That takes care of the 5 I gained that one week, plus an extra one to help even the score with my post-smoking weight. To that I say it's about dang time! I was starting to think I was going to have to get my old pants out from after I turned 21 (that's another story–lets just say I miss drinking Budweiser, but the scale doesn't).
Second, I have more energy–I don't feel so sluggish. Remember a few weeks ago when I said I felt like so "blah"? Ta-dah–it's gone! Thank God, I was getting worried there for minute that I was morphing into Jabba or something. Lastly, I have noticed an improvement in my complexion. There have been no new breakouts and it feels more smooth and supple. Hmm, I wonder how much I'll save on foundation….
At any rate, I have about another 5 pounds to lose to be where I was before I quit smoking (which by the way, I'm almost at 20 days smoke-free). I still don't have the physical urges to smoke, but I do occasionally get a craving for one, just like one drag or something. Don't worry–I'm not going to do it. I've worked to hard this last month to get where I'm at to let it all go down the pooper!
My trip to the grocery store was fun (and thanks to the power of typed word, you can't sense the sarcasm in my tone). It took twice as long to make it through, but in the end it was worth it. Reading labels takes some time, but you would be surprised what a difference it can make in something as simple as oatmeal.
I have found my savor to chocolate cravings–Jell-O sugar free, fat free pudding. Surprisingly people, it's actually good! I've become an expert at opening a can of tuna and draining it in less than 30 seconds, so much so I'm considering buying stock in Starkist. I'm mastering the size of a tbsp and tsp, and flaxseed has become my yogurt's new friend. The dust has been cleared off of my Gazelle, and I'm getting ancy to go bike riding.
All in all, I'm liking this new, correct, way of eating. However, when I lay tucked in my bed, visions of cheese conies still dance in my head.