I slept for almost 10 hours last night. Glorious.
I wore a pair of jeans last night that didn’t fit three weeks ago. The first time I sat down in them, they came unzipped, but that was the only time that happened all night. They are definitely tight, but right now, I’ll take that over wearing a pair that I don’t have to hitch up every five minutes for sure.
I’ve also work my wedding ring out a few times lately. I was starting to worry that my fingers had permanently grown, and it is possible that my wedding band may just need to be re-sized, as it was always kind of small, but my engagement ring fits again. That took much longer than I had hoped it would. I’m actually nervous that I’ll get them on and then my fingers will swell. Wearing two rings on one finger is also just something that is hard to adjust to after wearing either nothing or a loose, cheap, fake ring.
I’ve lost 45 pounds as of this morning.
I ate two french fries yesterday. That’s really the biggest cheat I’ve had since I started the all-liquid phase of this diet in July. I’m not going to beat myself up over two fries, but I don’t want to ignore them, either, because I’m done pretending I didn’t eat something.
I threw it away. I then opened another drawer and found several more candy wrappers to throw out.
I once got extremely angry at a college boyfriend when I discovered he was doing cocaine. I suggested to him that if whatever he was doing required a locked door, he probably shouldn’t be doing it.
If you have to hide food in a room that isn’t even the kitchen, in a drawer you almost never go into, then that food is probably not something you are coping with in a healthy way.
[I’m not going to say chocolate is as bad as cocaine, which is what the drug counselor I forced my boyfriend to see brought up. It may be true, but it wasn’t helpful in the context of that conversation!]
I’m still making progress. I’ve still got demons to confront and bad habits to change. I feel good, though, and that’s a great place to be on a Sunday afternoon.