Less Lisa

Day 4.  I’m going strong.  I have NO cravings left for sweets / bread / bad carbs.  That is THEE best feeling.  I had a few M&M’s today and after I ate them, I had that crappy ‘I have something in my body that I shouldn’t and now I wanna sleep and/or puke’ feeling.  I don’t miss that a bit.

 I wasn’t able to get in my 2 mile walk on my lunch break today, as I didn’t have a lunch break.  Abbie and Megan’s last day of Bible School was today and they put on a program, so I got to leave work at 11:15 a.m. and go to the program, leaving there at 1:00 p.m. with both girls coming back to work with me (which was awesome…I miss having them there with me) and finishing up so we could leave right at 4:30. 

 We took the girls to the opening night of ‘Cars’ tonight.  They each got a pack of ‘Cars’ cards, which Clint refuses to open.  Collector thing.  The movie was awesome.  The girls got kid pack snacks before the movie started which was a small popcorn, pop and a candy, each.  Clint and I just got drinks (mine, diet, of course).  The three of them shared the snacks and I never had one bite or even the WANT for a bite.  I did so good.

 We left there and went to a local pizza place for dinner.  We were going over the menu and I was like ‘there’s nothing I can have here’…then I spotted the salads.  Clint was like, ‘ you’ve done so good, one night isn’t gonna hurt.’ and I was *THIS* close to agreeing…but I know what that crappy guilty feeling is after you fall off and give in like that.  One time and I’m doomed.  So I ordered the Chicken Salad.  Lettuce, chicken, cheese, tomatoes and onions, with a tiny bit of light french dressing. 

So no 2 mile walk, but at 10:00 p.m. tonight, even though my eyes are sticky tired, I forced myself to work out.  I updated my Daily Log with my activity.  I’m so relieved that I didn’t sit on the couch and feel guilty that I skipped tonight.  I got my butt up and did it.

 I’m proud of myself.  Even though, sitting at the table in the pizza place, I felt HUGE and uncomfortable eating in front of people, I’m still proud of myself, because even if people think I’m big, or I think that people think I’m big, I still know what I’m accomplishing.  I know what I am focused on and what I’m doing for ME.  THAT is what matters.