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My diet is continuing apace. I lost 30 pounds with astonishing ease, but then seemed to hit a plateau for a couple weeks that was starting to get me depressed. So I went out to dinner two nights in a row, had a bowl of ice cream for dessert one night. That sort of kick-started the weight loss again... after a day of gaining back three pounds. Then just this last weekend I ate half a loaf of roasted garlic sourdough toast with whipped cream cheese instead of butter, but applied thickly, on Saturday. I did the exact same thing on Sunday. Mystically, today I weigh three pounds less than I did on Friday. Very weird. Anyway, I am now exactly 35 pounds lighter than I was when I finally snapped, when the mere cute excess of pulchritude was going radically too much further into almost outright fat.
It has not been harsh. It has majorly to do with not eating chemicals and staying away from sugar and salt. I know it is hard and time and brain and eyeball consuming work, but if you settle only for actual food, you are going to lose a lot of weight without it being anything as epic as on America's Biggest Loser.
I decided not to stop at size eight. I'm going down to size six and for the rest of my life whenever I have to switch back to eights to breathe, I'm going right back on a diet. I get too damn unhealthy and lethargic when I get bigger than that. My foot is down.
06 April 2009
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The photo reminds me of the artwork a long lost friend used to do. Only his work was paintings that looked as real as photographs, but quirky like your photo here.
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