I am throwing myself a virtual party, because according to my ticker it is now, "50 days since eating like crap!"
I have not told anyone about this adventure, except for you Spark-ers and my husband. I have gone from fat to fit before, and I vividly remember my brother saying, "Maybe this time you'll keep it off," the last time, in front of some people, at a family party, and I wanted to slap him in his smug face. I did not slap him, and I did not keep the weight off.
Since that fun little convo, I have given birth to 2 beautiful little girls. I dedicated myself to assisting (the same) brother when he was very ill. I helped my great aunt when her husband died. And, I continue to assist my elderly grandparents, while still being an active, involved Mom. Instead of wearing my heart on my sleeve, I instead wear it in my gut, butt, thighs, and my most hated part, upper arms.
The good news is that despite the fact that I got very wrapped up in helping everyone else, I have not given up on me.
So, this post is me being proud of 50 days of not eating like crap. No pretzels, no finishing off the kids' plates, no mindless munching, no cookies, and I haven't eaten a single piece of the two huge bowls of chocolate the girls got from Trunk or Treat. Now, THAT is willpower.
A few motivational thoughts on this momentous occasion: