So since whirlygirl went v.5.0, Todd can't stop commenting on the sheer amount of
food (particularly fruit) references that get posted here on a weekly basis. The last post's count was
four fruits, plus two indirect fruit references in "sangria" and "pomodoro", assorted veggies,
assorted proteins, cheeses, starches, eggs, and one general mention of tapas.
Ummm, yeah, food. I love it.
My weight maintenance stratagem BEFORE B moved in was to not purchase evil foods because I have absolutely
no self control over them when they reside anywhere within my living space. I recognized my compulsions, but
instead of dealing with them I just simply starved them. However, AFTER B moved in, so did the Oreos, the
"let's make sugar cookies", and the mysterious car veering at the Columbia Pike exit to get two slices of Bob and
Edith's pie. Hence the five pounds by fall. A Thanksgiving week in Denver and then a Christmas week in Ohio led to the
ten pounds by New Year. And then the Aruba/Houston back-to-back weekends in March made an even fifteen. The horror.
We're in week five of Happy Happy Cardio Blasts and week three of the documented Regimen. More importantly, we're in about week four of the Obsessive
Calorie Counting, which I find to be much more monotonous and much less entertaining than sheep-- especially the Wallace
and Gromit sheep from the Serta commercials-- and therefore fall asleep during the mid-tally recheck every single night.
And that's what I believe is truly making the difference for both of us. There are no "Oreos, the Cookies" in this apartment.
We paid a visit to aisle 10a at the CVS on the corner and told them they were no longer welcome here. I think they took
the hint.
But this weekend in Ohio was filled with temptations: brownies, Mom's macaroni and cheese, that damn constantly overflowing
candy dish, and my father threatening to run out and buy a birthday cake for no reason. And so I felt tested. And weighing in
Tuesday with one extra little lousy pound made me ecstatic. It meant that our walks, our refusals, and our team will power
had pretty much worked. And back on the Regimen for a day has removed that pound plus one half more. And wearing the Polo
jeans to dinner tonight that hadn't been out of the closet since last summer was a super added bonus. We're both
at about the ten pound loss mark and to say the least, it's a difference.
The best part-- other than the increase in our sushi intake-- is that we're both just feeling so much better. More
rested and energetic and focussed-- definitely less stressed and cranky and evil.
Of course it didn't stop me from commenting earlier tonight that B's forehead and hairline smelled like vanilla cookies
while I plied him with selfishly tasty kisses. So maybe it's really all about Rome and days. |