Monday, November 11, 2013
I am dead tired. I drove over 600 miles in the last 24 hours. My neck is all stiff but that's partly because of the cheap bed at the hotel. Yeesh I am so spoiled by my tempur pedic mattress. I got my passport and plan on applying for American citizenship in January. Houston traffic was not as a shock to me as the first I went. I didn't even need the GPS outside the city to get back home.
I've been home 5 minutes and I already weighed myself (138 lbs) and want to get a bottle of wine and something tasty to eat. I had to watch the hubby eat a steak the size of a small cow and a dinner roll the size of his face last night. I don't eat steak but that bread... the only reason I didn't drink yesterday was because I needed to drive today. My hubby is scared of highways and the Texas highways are even worse.
Mentally, I feel like I checked out already on Medifast. I think I stopped caring about a week ago. I think it might be time to move on. I can't go a day without looking up a low carb recipe or thinking of buying a crock pot. I'm already dreaming of protein shakes and which brand of whey powder to use. I have no goal pants to aim for. My size 4s and 2s are getting looser. I don't want to get smaller per say. More fit certainly. More healthy of course. But thinner? No.
I always thought that I would be unhappy until I hit my original goal of 130. What I didn't expect was to be happy with my body before that. One of my biggest fears in the last 4 months was to get to 130 and still be unhappy when I looked in the mirror. But now I'm happy.
What else is there?