Made it through the first week, post diet. It really isn’t a diet although when I am passing up seconds or an extra scoop of ice cream I feel like I am leaving something out. I think I will always feel like that. I am learning that passing on something only feels bad for the moment. Later I don’t even remember that I didn’t eat the whole pan of brownies.
Walking is becoming a bit of a passion although I can still talk myself out of it. When I am finally dressed and out the door I don’t want to stop. I am realizing that if I want to eat more, I just need to move more. I can do that.
So, I am one week into my new smaller life and everything is good. I didn’t gain, I am full and I even splurged and had lunch out by myself one afternoon.