These are the days I dread in any of my previous efforts to lose weight, and a good reason to stop and get myself focused on what I'm trying to accomplish. I'm sure there are some of you out there disgusted by now, looking at what I'm trying to do and thinking, you're insane. It's only 6 pounds right? Especially when I'm under 110 lbs right now (one third of my way to my goal). The point in continuing is to re-establish my discipline and get back on track after all my food debauchery over the holidays. I can recall all too easily as I flip through older photos of myself, what that weight looked like on me. And here's the funny part, while I was carrying 30 lbs more of weight than I am now, I didn't FEEL it. It sounds weird, but I didn't "feel" any different than I do now, and that's the hard part. Of course my energy levels are significantly better, and I physically feel better as well as look considerably different than I did a year and a half ago. It's nice to no longer need to watch out for table corners, but my brain hasn't caught up with the difference in my physique. And I think that's one of the most difficult things for me, and why I'm so afraid of falling off the "wagon." I'm afraid that I'll wake up one morning and the "fat suit" will be back on me again.
Weight: 108 lbs
Breakfast: 1 cup of Fiber One cereal (170 cal)
Lunch: Small cup of pea soup (210 cal)
Dinner: 1 hot dog, 5 steak fries and a Fiber One bar (140 cal)
Activity: Several jogs up & down stairs during my commute (40+ steps per shot), running up & down 2 flights of stairs to do laundry tonight.