Alright, week three of better eating is done. And I can’t even think of anything particularly outstanding about it. Maybe boredom is a bad thing and I’m about to break, or maybe it’s a good thing and I’m getting used to eating better?
My chef is thrilled at not having to cook rice or bread or potatoes every night. I told her I’ll eat pretty much any veg as long as there’s enough meat to wrap it around. Whatever, two more weeks doesn’t seem like much of a stretch.
I don’t feel like I cheated much this week: some popcorn from an appetizer, a bite of the banana nut muffin my daughter made (you try to tell her “I’m not tasting your baked good”), some juice mixed with La Croix, a glass of 2% milk this morning, maybe something else.
Back to 32
That’s pretty good, right?
It feels kind of fancy to order at restaurants off the grownup menu instead of “cheeseburger, tots, sweet tea” every time. All the leftovers get eaten now too, except the bun. I’m hoping my newfound nonchalant attitude is a good indicator for habit change following up on this challenge.
That’s what I really want to get out of it. NOT EVERY MEAL HAS TO HAVE BREAD AND DESSERT. And it doesn’t kill me to eat an apple every once in a while for a snack instead of a peanut butter cup.
I’ve hit the weight target by dropping nine pounds so far. Now I just need the body composition to catch up, but maybe my scale is lying to me. My clothes fit better, and I keep having to buy new ones because the old are falling off.
And I’ve managed to make at least two a week Fitwit sessions, three last week. That’s pretty good. Consistency is difficult. I’m looking forward to summer when my schedule gets more flexible. Stacy even gave me the red version of a Fitwit Games test. Sneaky.
Memorial Day weekend is coming up, and there’s gonna be cake (or pie), and I’m gonna eat it. Less than usual maybe, and just one variety, so that’s my concession to the challenge.
Following the holiday my goal is to make Fitwit all four days the last week as a final burst to the finish. Then the final weigh-in, and victory! (And pizza.)