26F, SW 154, CW 146, GW 130.
This morning I was so scared to get on the scale. The weekend was my anniversary and I had wine, pizza, jimmy johns, and biscuits. I still ate under maintenance but I thought the quality of the food would bump me back up. I was 148 on Saturday and fully expected to be 149 today, but I was actually down 2 pounds to 146. This puts me at 8 pounds down in 32 days, doing it the right way. I am also 1/3 the way to my goal of 130. I was feeling pretty negatively towards food this weekend. My husband wanted to go out for a nice dinner, and y’all food adventures used to be one of my favorite activities (probably why I’m here). When he brought up going out though I was filled with dread and anticipatory guilt. I didn’t want to go out and ruin my progress. He assured me that I could just eat a smaller portion, but even that filled me with panic. How will I track it? Well, we did go out, had a nice time, and my number moved down rather than up. I think I need to work on having a little bit more healthy relationship with food and respect the journey rather than fearing date night like the boogeyman.
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