Weight wise, I think I am doing good, despite the out-of-this-world-delicious cake that Mia describes enjoying. After everyone left the party, I just couldn’t walk past the damned cake without taking a bite. But, strangely, now that it’s not right in front of me (there is still a little in the fridge), it’s not calling my name. BTW, this cake was something like a “Tres Leches” cake but with strawberry goodness added. Anyway, I’ll shut up about the cake now.
So, generally JFC seems to be working for me, though I haven’t been religious about it. Lots of leftovers from the party, and I can’t let lovely grilled beef and chicken go to waste.
It’s been a crazy week, emotionally. I have got some job stuff going on that I can’t really divulge yet, and it’s got me doing mental circles. It has me really thinking about my self image, and my identity, and my place in the (work) world, which is probably a healthy thing. So far (thankfully) it hasn’t affected my eating in a negative way.
But tonight we ordered out for Indian food and I caught myself just stuffing food into my mouth and barely even chewing. It’s partly my own fault, but also the example of my husband, who, I think, barely chews. Anyway, mental note to be more mindful in future. Tomorrow night, JFC. Wish me luck.