Figureing Out FIT....
Which kind of surprised me, I mean, they had been getting looser, but falling off was a new one.
Well, well, I thought. And went to my next size down, without much hope they were going to FIT. Sure did. Not only that, but they weren't SNUG. Baggy.
I've been questing on this getting FIT for a while, and trying different things, but it finally hit me about 8 weeks ago:
Would I serve this to my Boss?
I cook for him when he is home, and he likes to eat right. Breakfast is porridge, or eggs surrounded by veggies. Fruit and yogurt. A snack in the afternoon might be a couple of brown rice cakes, lightly spread with cream cheese, with tomato or cucumber on top. Dinner, which I generally leave for him, is a huge salad, with some sort of protein either cooked or ready to be. Unless I make up a pot of soup, or Indian.
Nothing processed. Whole grains. Healthy meat. No sweat on FORBIDDEN, or portions, except in a general, sensible way.
And every time he is home, he looses weight.
So for the past 8 weeks or so, when I eat, I try and remember to ask myself:
Would I serve this to my Boss?
Darned if it doesn't seem to be working.
Am I perfect at it? No. Can I tell you how much I have lost, in how long? No. I don't want to know. No scales. No keeping track. No sweating if I fail and have pizza. I don't go to the gym. I walk the dogs and ride my horse. The best drink is water.
(Knowing you are going to meet a dozen or so Roller Derby Girls who have plans to kidnap you and take you skating in the fall is a good motivator as well, if you can manage it.)
But the best one is: my pants fell off today, and the next size down fit more than perfectly.
And I want them to fall off again.
Hope you are there.
Love and FIT,
Lorraine