Happy New Year!
Technically this post is for 12-31-2012; I'm just a night owl, and this is when I like to write. Making myself write more is one of the purposes of this blog, so if you see poems in the near future, don't be too frightened!
Down to business. Halfway through cycle one, after 4 days, I've lost 9 pounds. NINE! It's unbelievable, and I question the scale, which has been acting wonky, but I got the same weight three times, so I'm going with it!
Almost had a meltdown today. As I said before, I never feel deprived or hungry. I didn't even have a hard time turning away my sister and brother-in-law's birthday cake with that really good icing. Then came today, my last day with my family. Day Five is an eating day. I had some yummy pasta again--which I probably will on most eating days until I learn how to make quinoa--lots of veggies, and my protein for lunch. In the past, on my last day at home my mom makes tacos. They are not fancy. They're probably not overly authentic. (She uses Old El Paso.) But something about the way my mama cooks the meat, cuts the veggies, I don't know what else, sprinkles in love maybe, makes her tacos the best thing in the world to me!
I told mom I'd be able to eat the meat and veggies--not the shells, cheese, or sour cream--and it was fine for me at 1:00. But come 5:00, it was another story. The thought of not having cheese or shells made me a little bit sad, but no sour cream?!?! For those of you that do not know me well, sour cream has been almost its own food group for me in the past. The thought of having a taco without any of that rich, creamy goodness drove me to the cliff. Then I thought--no shell??? My mind went to a little negative place for a minute. I even texted my friend, Heath, to make sure I could not have shells. I knew better than to bring up the sour cream. He assured me that I could not, told me to take a Xyng, drink my water, and smile. Foiled!
I wish I could say that I sucked it up, ate meat and veggies while everyone else munched on those crispy corn shells piled high with the same meat and veggies I was eating plus a slathering of sour cream topped with cheese. Sadly, I can't. I did not cheat, however. For this, you may shout, "YAY!" My mom, with a late in the game save (tried to come up with a witty sport metaphor), changed the menu! Thanks mom! She is being so super supportive! I'd like to give her one of those Burger King crowns to wear! What's more, my dad didn't even complain. She's a miracle worker!
I write all this because a.) it was a little comical, and b.) to show you that it's not all a cake walk. It's sad to give up some of my favorites, especially when I am sure that, for some reason, those tacos have become a comfort food for me. Tonight may have been an ecellent chance for me to do some personal growth, but Mama realized that Ive been working and growing a lot lately, and she swooped in and rescued me a bit. We all need someone to be our support. (I'll be yours, if you need me to!)
When I stop and think, I realize the rewards of sticking with the plan are going to be so much bigger than this small sacrifice. Also, I realize that I am thankful for those two days in between each eight day cycle when I can eat what I want, sensibly. And it's just two days away. Now I'm not going to go insane, but I have my niece's birthday party on Saturday. It will be my second off day. I might just stop by my mother's for a hug, some support, and a taco.
Happy New Year!
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