Wednesday morning, the 30th. 60 days of new eating and moving, and I have now lost 13 pounds, my lucky number. Weighed in at 179. And since I felt that I sort've lost my way these last 5 days, I am happy with that.
And 13 pounds in 2 months for someone my age is truly extraordinary. I would gladly have taken 1 pound a week.
Walked to the library twice, round trip two miles, but not at anything but a leisurely pace. Trooped down the Prairie Path twice, at a good clip, and one day just got away from me entirely.
I do always have a good breakfast at around 300-400 calories, but lunch and dinner are slipping away. Last nite I had two servings of reduced-fat Cheese-Its (nasty), just because I was tired of looking at the box. I will not buy them again. I also had 2 3/8 ounces of a lite swiss cheese, 1/2 cup of lite cottage cheese, and some gummy bears, about 6. Not very healthy at all.
I must do better if I am to lose even half of the weight I want to lose, and these upcoming days are going to be tough, both in terms of food and exercise. A dinner out, a lunch out, a wedding and reception, etc. Heaven help me!
I must think positive. 179. Who would have thunk. And on the 8th, we leave for Brooklyn. Oh, the temptation ahead of me. Here's where I must take each day as it comes.
60 days down.
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