I can tell that eating less is starting to create a need to eat less! That is GREAT! Now, no starvation, no dreaming of Boston Cream Pie. I can eat enough to live without going to the dark side of glutteny. I am no longer out of control. Easy to say. Let's see what I do being invited out where there is actually real pie and maybe extra rich ice cream!
I ordered a sandwich from Subway for lunch today while I am at work and I have only eaten 1/2 of it and I don't think I can even start the other half! I am still having a Tru Chocolate before meal time as I don't trust that I will be able to keep from over eating. I wonder what would happen if I didn't have one? I am not sure I'm ready to stand alone without my chocolate fix to face a meal without boundaries. I'd go for that Pepsi and then the bag of chips and the whole healthy chicken sandwich idea would be a farce.
Yesterday was another sunny warm day here on the Coast of Oregon. I kept myself busy weeding most of the day. Busy hands full of dirt can help eliminate the need to stuff my mouth as I putter in the garden. I know that if I would take a break to go get a snack, I'd find it hard to start working again. I am a passionate zealous weeder. I must get every weed until the whole acre of plantings is clean and perfect. If I stop, I can feel the exhaustion settling in. I can't stop until it starts to cool off late in the day. Jim often finds me sitting under a bush, hands me a glass of wine and nudges me to go sit with him up near he aspen grove where the last rays of sun manage to warm my back while I get myself feeling the wine. It is hard to get back to the house to fix dinner! Only the chill of early evening pushes me towards the warmth of the house.
My Scandinavian blood runs thick enough at 1/4 of my ancestry to make it impossible to waste a minute of sunshine. I grew up hearing often, "don't waste the sunshine". I tried hard not to give my children this message, as I don't want their spouses to have to go drive them in the house before they keel over being dead tired from way too many hours slaving in the garden.
Funny thing is, I love the garden. I love to weed and I don't resent working hard to help things stay beautiful. But, it is a bit embarrassing that I have to be made to quit. I'm like a dirt devil not able to stop myself in a reasonable time. I weed like I eat without a realization that too much of anything is not a good thing!
My neighbor once made a comment to my husband about being lucky enough to find the "cheap labor" he had for a wife. Somehow, I didn't find this comment flattering. I'd like to hear that Jim was lucky to find such a trim, fit and lovely wife. LOL Needless to say, I walk away from a day in the garden looking anything but lovely and all the exercise I manage to get doesn't take away enough calories to make me trim.
I have a pull over shirt with my black slacks today. Everything is flowing without sticking to any bulges. Now, to keep this process on a roll. I'm looking forward to a need to look through the closet for a smaller size black pants and maybe a belt to cinch in the top a bit. Hopefully, summer will find me having to go through boxes in the hall closet for clothes put away that I couldn't manage fasten any longer. Then in September for the reunion, I will have to even buy some yet smaller sizes!! I am really looking forward to slimmer healthier days
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