It wasn't raining today and I was awake and ready to go. It is getting less painful, slowly. I was aware today that I'm leaning forward when I run (staggering) and I need to envisage being pulled by a thread from my belly button, which helps to run tall.
It's lovely sitting here, before 8, all dressed and ready to go and with a feather in my cap. It is good to start the day with the feeling of accomplishment. And it is helping me deal with the 9st 71/2 that the scales have thrown at me. At this rate I'll need 160 days to lose my 10 llbs.
Tony did point out, not very sympathetically I thought, that my last night's portion of spaghetti was about 3 times the weightwatcher measure. And I had BREAD with my CREAM of mushroom soup at lunch. It's true. I haven't really denied myself anything yet, except a slice of chocolate cake on Monday!
But isn't this the rub - why must it be about denial? I need to turn it around somehow, so that I don't WANT that huge portion of spag bol, which was, by the way, delicious. How can I desire to eat less of the lovely food I cook? Any (sensible) suggestions?
I'm going to try to eat from a smaller plate, so that I'm more aware of portions.
But today it's Tony's and my 15 year anniversary and we're going out to lunch. It's a treat for God's sake! And, yes, I MUST have wine. His card read "another year of fun", which was very funny!
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Congratulations to you both for 15 years of ups and downs, give and take, laughs and tears, Toby and Cydney, sickness and health, love and hate, Charlie and Caitlin, gratefulness and resentments, talking and listening, mother and mother, wealth and poverty... Oh, horses and carriages. Happy next 15 years!
ReplyDeleteWealth? Don't remember that bit!
ReplyDeleteI should point out that your portion of spag was still a lot smaller than mine! How about a saucer?
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