I had a very successful week. Dropped between 4 and 6 pounds, depending on where I started. Of course, much of that was fluid, but that’s how all good weight loss efforts start. I’m pretty sure at least 2 or 3 pounds was genuine weight loss.
I got to the gym all five days last week, and got there early enough to get a full workout, in which I really pushed, all five days. Exercise always makes a big difference with me.
One of my diet buddies said this week, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” I am back on the eating plan that I used two years ago (and that worked so well) when this project started. Frozen diet breakfast, low-cal bar snack, frozen diet lunch, dinner planned with remaining calories in mind, one diet ice cream dessert, lots of water all day, emphasis on veggies and salad.
Tracking with MyFitnessPal is making this a lot easier. I do better when the numbers are right in front of my face.
So why, after a disastrous 18 months, are things suddenly falling into place again? I don’t know, except to say that perhaps it took me this long to get back to feeling normal after Mom’s passing and my husband’s two hospital stays. Maybe I expected to recover, psychologically, faster than I did. In any event, things are looking up now. There is light at the end of the tunnel. The equation with which we started still rings true: Eat less + Move More = Weight Loss. The journey begins again.
Until next week….