Because circumstances of the last five to six weeks have thrown me off balance a bit I am still down. Today I weighed in at 74.1. That 73 is just out of reach. But I will get there.
Everyday throws new challenges. Just have to deal with them best I can. Anzac Day, night before, we were invited to friends house for a "holiday" They have such a beautiful home with the best views of Rotorua. We were thoroughly spoilt and pampered. The food was deliciously devine and I even partook in the lovely bread that was there. Simply because it smelt so wonderful. I did not feel guilty in the slightest because I knew it was not going to happen all the time. The way I'm eating has become my way of life and if on occasion I divert from that then thats okay. If I worried about it then it becomes a diet. I fail at diets.
I have had a few carbs in the past few weeks - not my choice but by necessity. Spending time at the hospital at inopportune times means I have to fuel my body. That is not easy with hospital food. Our hospital now only has a cafe.
I've eaten a few sandwiches because I have to eat. I still tho try to make the best choice I can.
Last night it was sandwiches. Sitting and waiting in ER Mr T and I were starting to get hungry. It's all that was left. So nevermind.
Tonight is different.
I put a chicken in the crockpot this morning seasoned with Italian herbs. It smells divine.
When I got home I got our veges ready to go in for roasting.
So I'm still making the best choices for dinner and after all - who can complain eating this way!!!!