Since July, Sam has lost about 30lbs. Since going to Georgia for Army training 3 weeks ago? 10 more. This is wonderful. He’s doing great, he looks fantastic, he can run 5 miles a day.
Sometimes? Sometimes I walk from the kitchen to the couch several times. A day. I know right? I’m trying to pace myself.
It’s hard when your spouse/partner/friend decides to get in shape and you’re the one watching. Listening to it. Who doesn’t want to scream to the world when they’ve lost 40lbs? I get it. But it doesn’t do much for my motivation.
This past week or so, I’ve actually lost 5lbs. Nothing major, most of it was due to (quite literally) tossing my cookies Wednesday night and not really having the urge to eat a whole lot. The Girl Scout cookies are gone (eating them all at once is much better than dragging it out lol), I’m eating really healthy and portioning out meals. One of the biggest helps is to stop after dinner and think about seconds. Really, really think about them. Am I full? Do I need more or simply want something to snack on while I watch Grey’s?
99% of the time it’s just a snack thing.
I crave sugar SO BAD after dinner. Like, you can’t believe how bad. I can open the fridge, freezer, all the cupboards, go through my purse, and even make up stuff to eat just for sugar (strawberries dipped in cocoa mix, a cinnamon and sugar toast). I think it might be from how much we used to drink. I got used to having that sugar in my blood stream and now I need it. But I know this isn’t healthy, so I’ve really tried to find a different way to combine the snack/sugar craving at night.
What seems to work well is strong black tea with honey – maybe like a teaspoon.
“Jack Sprat could eat no fat.
His wife could eat no lean.
And so between them both, you see,
They licked the platter clean.”
Because you know the town gossips back then were totally like, “That Sprat guy is so hot, what is he doing with Jill?” Only, you know, in old English with bonnets on while churning butter.