This is my life now. Eating better and moving more. I’ve befriended breakfast. I am eating regularly on a schedule whenever possible. I am mindful of my portions and measuring when in doubt. I am attempting to unprocess my diet. I am fighting to lose the way I label things, like “Oh well, I made a mistake so this whole day is shot. I might as well eat…” I have ditched the high calorie drinks. I am eating more mindfully, focusing on the food not distractions.
And yet I have resigned myself to the fact that losing weight quickly is a thing of the past for me. I am 63 years old, so I shouldn’t be surprised. Three weeks in I’ve lost nine pounds. Nine hard earned pounds. Just a drop in the proverbial bucket. But I feel so much better than I did three weeks ago. I mean, so much better. I have more energy. I have lost my sugar cravings. I am sleeping better. And I am moving more. Wins all around, right?
That’s where I am. Beyond the honeymoon phase and on to the hard-work phase. Now to just keep on keeping on.
Meet you at the Kingdom.