That didn't go so well.
Just when I thought I had a handle on my emotional eating, I got kicked in the teeth by my own self-pity. I'm still not quite ready to share this with the whole world (meaning I'm not ready to leave the house with my head uncovered), but here's a snap-shot of the source of my self-pity:
Blah, blah, blah. Enough about my freaky head. This was supposed to be a post about getting a grip on my food intake.
I've decided to jump back into a Whole15(ish). I'm going to eat the way I did on my Whole30, at least until my parents arrive to celebrate Music Man's birthday next month. I know it will be hard with them here because we often go out to eat, but even when we do I'll just stick to meat and veggies. (I just won't fret about what kind of cooking oils they use.)
I'm currently 4lbs away from my next mini weight-loss goal. I've been hovering around 122lbs, mostly because I went back to eating some absolute GARBAGE. (Seriously. Mini KitKat bites? They're not even GOOD.) I would really love to see 118 on the scale, and here's why: The second time I did Weight Watchers was when Music Man was a baby. Just before his first birthday, I got down to 138lbs and was overjoyed to be at my lowest-ever adult weight. I think it would be amazing to see a number twenty pounds less than that. :)
After that (assuming I get there), my goal is to put away the scale, and focus on my measuring tape instead. I've started working out with Bob Harper's Inside Out collection of DVDs, and they're kicking. my. butt. daily. Love it. I'm already seeing a difference in the definition in my arms! I'd love to shrink my mid-section by a few more inches, and (if I can dream) shrink my upper thighs by a few more as well.
The plan is to return to blogging here more to keep me accountable. Feel free to nag. (Thanks Alexis!) :)