I have had a stupid-crazy schedule this week and haven't been around as much as I'd like and couple that with mental exhaustion and my usual pep is languishing away under the couch.
Still, I've done well this week with cravings and food. Had a few days at work where I had to eat at the cafe and was a little apprehensive about the choices. Bless the cook's heart but she literally drowns the veggies in butter and adds cheese to almost everything.
Still, I was able to get a steamed veggie medley one day with a side of brown rice and another day I raided the salad bar. The only decent things on the salad bar were the lettuce mix, carrots, bell peppers, and onion. The rest of it was cheese, olives, egg, and other stuff I'm not too crazy about.
I sneaked a peak yesterday and I weighed in at 295. I began my journey at 335. I'm officially free of 40 pounds forever.

I've had to battle back and forth with these 5 pounds for a few weeks now because my body seems to be freaked out that I'm firmly under 300 for the first time in years. Still, I could ramp up my exercise this coming week and make sure that my lunches aren't too carb-loaded.
I have a goal dress for the Reunion that I might not make it into and I'm actually ok with that knowing that it's just another milestone that might come a little later than expected.
My bottom line is that this weight has to go bye-bye forever. I'm tired of yo-yo dieting and being out of control and since I started this, I feel very much in control of my desires even when I have to give the control over to the part of me who will force the apple when fat-me really wants some cake and ice cream. It's all choices.
I revolve around the thought that every single thing I put in my mouth is a choice. I've gotten into the habit of asking myself "Is this a good choice?" or "Is there a better choice" or "Am I making this choice or am I on autopilot". I've been able to catch myself in autopilot moments more and more and am happy that they are getting fewer and further in between.
My waist has gone down 7 inches since I started. I'm the incredible shrinking woman.
Someone that I barely know at work asked me if I had gastric bypass.
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My reply, "No, I haven't but that's really a rude question to ask someone you don't know."