I think officially over the midpoint hump. I've lost more than I have left to go. For the longest time I wanted to be that person who was able to lose fat by not really paying attention to what I eat. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not someone who consumes fast food on a regular basis but sodas and candy bars were good friends of mine. My daily routine included at least one soda and one or two candy bars. So, that's approximately 500-600 extra calories a day. Yeah, I work out but not enough to deficit those extra calories and any other extras that I might consume throughout the day. I was exercising enough to maintain my weight. I had to make changes. I had to find an incentive to make changes.
My incentive: a brand new digital camera; my behavior change time frame: 1 Apr to 1 May--long enough to make the change a habit.
I don't count calories. I don't need to. I just make myself accountable for every bite going in my mouth. I'm concious of every bite going in my mouth. No longer do I wander down to the secretary's office and nosh on the little chocolate tidbits in the jar on her desk. I don't deprive myself though. I allow myself one serving of chocolate a day...if I want it. Most days I don't...because I know I can have it; because I know that I'm allowed to eat whatever I want.
Yesterday was a crazy day. Breakfast was normal: cereal with milk. Lunch: two pieces of pizza at 1130 and then a hotdog and french fries a couple hours later. Dinner was bratwurst and broccoli at a friends along with Schmirnoff grape. Bad idea. It's been so long since I drank that the hangover made itself known after two bottles. I still have a headache...14 hours later. Plus my asthma is flaring up and my inhaler is almost empty. Not good.
I hope I can make it through the weekend without having to go buy an alternative inhaler from the drug store down the street--they don't work as well.