So, when "that woman" started blathering in my ear at 3 a.m., I cut her right off! I thought of Joy's and Carole's (yesterday's comments) and sent her packing -- go have a party girls! I woke up rested. I'll take it one night at a time.
It's been just over two weeks since I started "dieting" and I saw a brand new, LOWER number on the scale this morning. I always get on two or three times to make sure... YES! Happy dance in the bathroom this morning! My highest-ever recorded weight (including all three pregnancies) was on March 31st of this year; this morning, I'm 9 pounds down from that frightening benchmark. I am still settling into and discovering the nuances of the Flat Belly Diet, but enjoying it quite a bit and the cooking has been fun. Taking a hint from my daughter, I'm approaching the whole thing as if it were a project.
This morning, as I reached into my drawer for a packet of my favorite oatmeal -- Quaker Simple Harvest Maple Brown Sugar with Pecans (it doesn't have enough pecans, so I add some!) -- I noticed my bottle of Tums. Hm. I remember those! I have them at work, both upstairs and downstairs at home, and a few in my carry-around bag. I'd often have a handful in the middle of the afternoon, and another handful at the end of the day, some before bed and, sometimes, a handful in the middle of the night. Guess what? I haven't even THOUGHT of Tums in the last two weeks, haven't even had a HINT of heartburn. How's that? That makes me feel GREAT!
Warning (TMI, I'm sure): I am a little pootier, 'specially later in the day. Come see me early.
My consumption of Diet Coke has dwindled to little or nothing and I'm not missing it all that much. Just a little. I won't make a declaration giving it up completely, but I'm happy with the cutting way back.
I'm still drinking coffee as usual. That's two cups in the morning, with half & half and a teaspoon of sugar. I don't count it and never considered giving it up or cutting back. Not negotiable.
This has to be something I can live with.
I'm drinking more TEA! I get a big cuppa at the coffee shop every morning and enjoy it all morning long -- hot, warm, cold. I'd been hooked on orange-spice, but switched it up to cranberry this morning. I think of my grandmother -- she always loved tea! Also drinking much more water, though notice that it's a little more challenging on the weekends -- when I'm not trapped at a desk!
Aside, my other grandmother would have been 101 last week! She died at 57. I was about 8. Crazy.
What's a post without a photo?
Labor Day, walking the dog. I thought it might have been an egret, but think it's actually a heron.
Okay two; also taken that day: a little plum on the hill.