Nope, it isn’t Mardi Gras…it’s my weekly weigh-in.
This is definitely the honeymoon phase of the diet. One week of dieting = 3 pounds lost. That’s a great start, but I know I won’t see three-pound losses very many weeks.
I’m finding it surprisingly easy to be “good”. Using www.fitday.com, I track everything I eat and drink through the day. I allow enough of a margin that I can have a low-fat ice cream bar and a decaf coffee in the evening. I haven’t felt deprived at all. We even had an evening out to a dinner where we had no input as to what we were served. I was a little nervous about it, but it was fine — your typical chicken breast dinner. When I got home and calculated the calories, I found I was a little over my goal for the day, but it was still fairly low, calorie-wise. That’s good, because this week we’re going to a dinner/wine party/vineyard tour Saturday night. How much fun does that sound? And I know it will be fine. It’s all about moderation and thinking about what I eat before I eat it. (What a novel concept!)
Exercise is another story. I’ve been on the elliptical a couple of times, but it’s very easy to ignore. Today was an absolutely gorgeous day. I always loved the romanticized notion of living in an European city and walking to the shops and markets, stopping at a little cafe’ for some strong coffee drink, and then strolling back home with a loaf of French bread and some just-scrubbed carrots sticking out of my tote bag.
Well, today I did the suburban equivalent. We walked to Target, bought what we could carry in my wheeled tote bag, shared a diet soda at JimmyJohns, and walked back home. About two miles round trip. Almost as good as Paris.
–Sue
Did you have on a beret for that totally french feeling? And next time you could get some french music for your Ipod too.
I bet they don’t have Midwest sized gnats and skeeters in Paris!