Tomorrow is the big day. I’ll be 100 days from my 49th birthday and I’m going to spend those 100 days on the South Beach Diet. My weight loss has stalled over the last few months. While I’ve been exercising like a wild woman and staying away from my addictive foods (sugar, etc), I have been nibbling on crackers and chips. It’s time to reign things in.
The big wake up call was my horrific episode of trying on swimsuits. While I don’t know any woman who enjoys trying on swimsuits (I’m sure they are out there; I just don’t travel in those circles), I don’t ever want to feel that defeated again.
If you’ve read my blog for a while you know I deal with several “isms” including disordered eating. For people like me, life must be lived on day at a time. So while I’m calling this effort “100 Days on the Beach” (my hubs is calling it “100 days with a b—-.” ), I am very aware that I can only do this one day at a time. Please know that I simply consider South Beach to be a food plan, and for me a food plan is but one tool of recovery. It’s not a magic bullet. I’ll continue to get support from other people who experience similar struggles. I’ll continue to “work my program.”
As for hubs, he’ll soon find out I can follow this food plan while getting even with him remaining my sweet, delightful self.
One day at a time.
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