Sunday, March 10, 2013
Maintenance is not fun. The alternative is scary though. I went to a meeting yesterday where there were some individuals who had some difficulties that made my own recent aggravations seem sort of whiney. And small. For some inexplicable reason I ended up eating my way through the rest of the day, to the reminder point where I was getting uncomfortable physically. Since I have that 11 month long log of everything I have eaten I am aware that yesterday was the most calories eaten in a single day for the past 11 months. I have been striving to get a few more pounds off this past week. This morning I believe that may be a mistake. I have spent way too many days feeling way too hungry to sustain over any meaningful period of time. I truly love how I look right now. I am at a weight that delights my doctor, and all my friends. Where my clothes fit well and look nice. A weight where I feel great physically. It would be a nice sort of world if I could stop with the daily weights and the journal, but I have done that many times in the past, and it doesn't work for me. Reality bites. But it Is what it IS. I have to do Spring cleaning, if I want the clean home. So off my rear, it begins now. I already journaled my food for today just in case I want to get lazy and eat again (I have the plan what it will be, so I will stick to it because THAT will be easy). On the road again.