Anyway, I consider this weekend a rousing success for me, eating-wise, because for once I did not succumb to what I like to call "car food" - somehow, even though I rarely eat junk, it seems not only normal but necessary on a long car ride. I think this harkens back to the days of driving from one end of California to the other, where strawberry milkshakes and lemon drops took center stage. We left right around lunchtime, and were kind of in a rush. I grabbed a Honey Milk protein drink, a Clif Bar, and an apple. Who am I?? That is just so strange to me, that I would eat such decently healthy food on the road. I guess I really DO want to fit into my smaller-sized clothes!
By the way, one day last week I woke up feeling hungry, and my stomach also felt deflated - two signs that in the past have meant that I was finally losing weight. Which is great - I've been much more aware of my portion sizes and have cut out the "extras" that I was eating. I've been swimming diligently every weekday, so it seemed right that I would be losing weight. After I got home from swimming that day, I decided to try on my silk dress to see how it was fitting. Guess what?!? I'm still fat. Can you believe that after nearly two weeks of dieting, the dress did not miraculously fit? I know, I was shocked too.
I know I may sound like I'm joking around, and I am in a way, but I have to remember that, once again, I did not (re)gain this weight overnight, and I certainly won't lose it overnight, much as I would like to. But I am secure in knowing that as long as I do my part, I WILL lose the weight. I know this, because I did it once already. But this time, as Bob is my witness (wasn't Rugrats a great cartoon?!?), I will keep the weight lost.