Well, it’s the first night of the new regimen and I’m a bit hungry at 9 p.m., but not TOO hungry. I’m going to make it. I added a bit of tomato to my dinner, and I had some of the boy’s nectarine for dessert. And a tiny bit of wine at Music in the Park this evening. But, even all added up, it was not a big deal. (The diet organizers even say a glass of wine a day is OK, and extra fruit and veggies, within reason, are cool.) I’m actually really psyched.
I’m daring to hope for a day when my clothes will fit me loosely, rather than tightly. I’m daring to hope that I will feel comfortable in my skin. I’m daring to hope that i’ll be able to go biking with my co-workers at lunch. (They are hitting the Marin Headands next week, and I am so jealous. I’d try to tag along but it just isn’t realistic to think I could keep up.)
There is hope, though. I already feel a bit more energetic, since I’m not weighed down by all
that extra food. That said, I’m not going on the treadmill tonight. Too
tired!
Well, off to sleep. Thx for tuning into my great adventure.