I confess I play games with the scale. Tomorrow is my official weigh morning, but just as a way to prepare for the worst, I got on the scale last night just before bed and after drinking who knows how much all day long plus eating an ice-cream cone. 187. This was exciting because it was at night. So I get up this morning and the scale is still 187. Aw phooey. But I have a good day planned---not a very carefully measured one, but a good one none-the-less. We finally ate the bean soup I had made and it was very good. So good I brought it back for lunch today. I'll be eating it with a piece of naan and cheese and olives. Totally satisfying and reasonably calorie friendly even with the cheese. This is the sort of thing I need to be on the watch for--sometimes it's only a difference of 100 calories or so of just the right thing that makes all the difference between feeling just ok, but wishing I could eat more and being totally and completely satisfied.
Calorie-wise I need to tighten things up. A 2,000 max is doable and I hope will help me not do so many silly things.
I've also decided that I do not carry my weight well. I've always thought I did, but I've been frustrated putting up pictures from my Hawaii trip. I swear in some shots I look just as fat as I did at 228!!
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