Yesterday, I was the engine. Today, I feel like I'm the caboose! Sleep was fitful and restless last night so I am seriously dragging today. I think I have gotten used to drinking only water, although I still want a Dew every now and then. I don't have them in the house but I use getting a Dew freeze as an incentive. My next Dew incentive is to allow myself to get one for watching the Super Bowl, IF I continue to lose and continue to exercise. I know, I know it's not something good or healthy, but if I cut every single thing out that is not good or is not healthy, I'll be left with very little to enjoy.
I'm a very picky eater. I don't like too many vegetables or fruits. I like some vegetables fixed one way but not another. Weird, I know. For instance, I like raw carrots but hate the taste of cooked ones. I love sauerkraut and cole slaw, but I hate cooked cabbage. I like red beets fixed only one way and I think they're called Harvard Beets. Anyway, my veggies of choice are green beans and corn. That's pretty much it. If a recipe calls for eggplant (ick!), or celery (gag!), or bell peppers (forgetaboutit!), or, well, you've got the picture...I have major issues finding recipes that I like. Fruits are pretty much the same way. I have only a couple that I like, apples (yum!) or watermelon (delish!) and there are a few others but even that is limiting. Yes, I've tried them. No, I just don't like them. Unfortunately, I'm a meat and potatoes kind of gal. And I suppose that's why I'm the size I am.
I ate today more than I should have. I dreaded having to put it into my tracker. But I didn't go over my counts except for sodium which doesn't surprise me. But, I'm okay. I know that I need to do my stretching and free weight lifts which I will do in about 2 hours.
This track is long and whether I'm the engine, a car, or the caboose, the end is not yet in site. There's still many miles to go before I can see the finish line. Just like those trains still rolling down the tracks, my wheels have to keep turning. Because if they stop, my feet, like those wheels will become entangled with weeds and I won't get anywhere. It may be slow going, and I may be miles away from the finish but with one foot in front of the other, I'll make it. Eventually. I hope.