No loss this week, which means I’m maintaining. I’m not even upset. That’s actually magic, in my world. To not lose any weight and be totally fine with it. And the reason is because I don’t feel like I’m depriving myself anymore. I’ve discovered a way to be fine with my body – by not fighting it and depriving it constantly. And also by not giving hunger power over me. Now that I recognize that yes, I will feel hunger for an hour or two before meals, but that it’s not the end of the world and is totally normal, I can disregard its urgent pleas.
The program: No refined carbs, sugar, or artificial sweeteners. No snacks – 3 meals a day, period. No processed foods, and no restriction on dietary fats. One cheat meal per week. No alcohol (that’s just a me thing, it gives me migraines and they’re not worth it). Last week I did a 24 hour fast on Sunday. This week I may do one fasting day as well. I’m still not convinced they’re something my body approves of, so my thoughts on them are still evolving.
My clothes fit comfortably again. I’m happy with maintaining where I am, and eating how I am eating. So…that’s all I’ve got this week. But that’s a big thing in my world.