Still Going Strong

I am literally working my butt off. I've been consistently putting in my hour of DDR each night and sticking to my low carb diet. My jeans are feeling looser, enough so that I wore a belt today. It's been a while since any of my belts even fit me. I'm so excited for the weigh in tomorrow. In addition to weighing in, the trainers will be taking our updated measurements. I'm expecting some great news.

I've decided that even though I've changed the diet a little bit, I'm going to keep the idea of taking a day off. This Saturday, I'm having S'mores ice cream for breakfast, heading to a beer and wine festival for lunch, and going to a pig roast at my neighbor's house for dinner. It's going to be a delicious piggy day. I even have an excuse for eating a lot: eating more a few days a week keeps your metabolism high when you're on a diet.

I deserve the indulgence. Last night, my husband was eating Chunky Monkey ice cream right next to me and I refused his offer to let me taste it. It smelled really good, but I stuck to my diet cherry coke. Tonight I will be practicing the will of steel again. We're going to see the new Pirates movie at the theater with the best popcorn around here, and I'm not having any. I can't even sneak in some nuts to snack on, because I'm staying away from them until I have proof whether they were causing my headaches or not. So far, it looks like they were, but I'm giving it a month.

On a daily basis I am wowed at my new ability to make decisions and stick to them. It might be easy for some people, but I usually get sucked in by TV or beer or tortilla chips or the couch or my kitties. I have a remarkable ability to do nothing. In the past two months, I've been so productive and focused that I feel...I don't know...it's like I'm growing up or finding myself.