THE BIG 4-0!
I’m dancin’ a jig. Dancin’, Dancin’.
I’m sorry folks. I know I’m supposed be writing about the struggles of dieting. The emotional toll. The physical toll. The flighty friends. The skeptical family members. But I gotta tell ya. So far (fingers crossed) that just not happening. In general I’ve been losing ½ a pound a day. As for the emotional toll, so far every time I step on the scale I’m happy. And THAT, before now, has never happened. Before I would have gotten frustrated and just convinced myself not to look at the scale. (not looking has it own consequence.) Now I look forward to it. (And yes, before you ask, I can pass a drug test. I’m not on anything. I’m speaking the truth here.)
The physical toll—what toll? I have so much energy now; I don’t know what to do. The other day, I actually painted my toenails. MY TOENAILS! Previously, trying to reach those suckers was like qualifying for the Olympics. I would bend and twist, cramp and cry. I saw my family last week and my mother was surprised at my progress. She was very proud and vowed to check out the diet for herself when returned home. The Flighty friends—well, the jury is still out on that. My friends were excited at first, but when the number start getting big, I witnessed a couple of green-eye monsters. But I try to encourage everyone. Don’t hate me; join me at Bistro MD.