I’ve lost two more pounds. I haven’t done anything exciting except control my portions a little better and move a little more. But I’ve made a discovery that I think will serve me well on this journey.
If I don’t bring it home I can’t eat it.
I know, I know. You can stop laughing.
Dr. Phil has made this point for years and I guess I just “didn’t get it” or I ignored it with the excuse that I was shopping for two other people. But then Robert moved out. And now Gary is just as eager to improve his health as I am. So no more excuses.
There is no reason for me to buy chicken nuggets, cheese sticks, cookies, potato chips, or any other junk food unless I plan to buy a larger pants size! I make better choices, with very little effort, if my pantry and refrigerator contain healthy foods.
I’m also getting better and better at reading labels and I’ve made a few exchanges in salad dressing, crackers, sour cream, soups, cereal, and bread. I figure a little less salt and fewer calories here and there will add up to a significant difference.
I haven’t had a soda since December 30 and I haven’t really wanted one. Perhaps God is giving me a break on this one. I was getting rather bored with my daily cola.
My foot has been better after wearing my brace and taking ibuprofen for a week. I walked down to the gate and back yesterday. I don’t know how far that is, but it looks like this from the gate. It is up hill and I was out of breath, so that’s a good thing. I plan to work up to two trips. Slow but steady.