Better Every Day

I think I lost more weight this week, and that makes me happy.  I can achieve something out of all this nothing.

 

Hung out with some friends on Saturday night, allowed myself to eat without worry.  It wasn't bad stuff, though - light brie, pork tenderloin, salad with apples and feta, roasted potatoes.  I don't eat a lot on the weekends in general because my days aren't structured.  I don't really make a habit of using my extra 35 Points for the week, either, so I figure by the time Saturday night comes and all I've had is cereal and a latte?  It's okay for me to eat without counting.  The 35 points are for "fudges" - in case I underestimate my daily points somehow.

 

I've also made it a habit to fast on Sundays.  Again, because of the structure thing.  I'll probably have coffee and something small, if I'm feeling it, otherwise I'll probably just eat something light for dinner.  I'm not depriving myself; I'm just not forcing myself to eat if I'm not hungry.  I don't do much on Sundays anyway, so it's not like I'm denying energy from my body.  Yesterday I had cereal for breakfast, and a baked potato with salsa and cheese for dinner.  Carbs.  Yum.

 

I'm not eating sugar is the thing.  That is, I'm not going out of my way for it.  That's one good thing about not being with Steven anymore - boy was addicted to sweets.  Dessert all the time.  And he wasn't fat!  I was exposed to more sweets during my time with him than I had been in all of 2008.  I swear! 

 

So yeah, things are getting better every day.  I thought about him for a bit last night, thought about when I should start dating again, but I don't think I can do it yet.  I don't think I can rehash all those life stories one more time, answer more questions, submit to the interviews, ask my own questions.  I'm dating myself for the foreseeable future.

 

So there's that,

 

Laura