I am focused on one thing – ensuring that anything that passes my lips must be good for me. I am taking a “make every calorie count” approach but I am not counting calories. I cut processed foods and refined sugar out of my diet: 1) to see what would happen, and 2) because I learned that sugar fuels cancer. I get my share of sweet stuff from all the fruit I eat. And I also cut wheat after experiencing some major bloating – and heaven knows I don’t need yet another belly.
So after three weeks, I am encouraged and I feel great. When I look down I can see my belt buckle and I can twirl the waistband on my skirt. It made me so happy I did it all day long. AND I have closed the gaps in my shirts that used to reveal my oh-so-not stylish support garments! I put my pants on this morning and they were longer than I remembered .... a belt was needed to hold them up -- and the belt actually fit around my hips! Small miracles.
Small changes; small steps; and 10 minutes to my local YWCA. I had a good talk with myself and I decided that if I could give up every pleasure I knew while I was expecting for a baby, I could give up things that don't help me -- for me!
I'll post pictures later... off to have dinner with my lifelong friend Jill, and show her my shrinking rolls. There'll be less of me to love. : )