I've finally found my 'zone'!

I'm in the zone. That zone where you're just 'doing it' and not 'thinking about it'. Think driving your car... ever freak yourself out wondering 'how did I get five blocks away all of a sudden'? Yep, that's the zone.

Well, I've never been here for weight loss before. Never.

It's the good life here. Rather than boring myself senseless by filling my mind with a constant stream of what I'm eating, what I'm not eating, what I might be eating, what I miss eating... eating, eating, eating... I'm just doing it. In the past I've gotten so BORED with dieting that I immediately turn to food (because I'm a Boredom Eater, of course). Haven't done that this time, not even once.

There is a 'permanent' feeling to what I'm doing. I think I was just ready. I think my reasons are good. I think it's just my time.

SEVEN kilos down now. I'm doing it.

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Choices, choices, choices

I am trying very hard to focus on one food choice at a time. I stock my fridge with fruit and vegies and healthy choices and then I make sure I really focus on and make those choices. Every single time my tum says "I'm hungry", my head says "let's think this through and make the right choice". I'm reminding myself every time of my reasons for losing weight and the fact that I have to change in order to get there.

I have made a couple of poor choices in the past couple of days, but they were conscious poor choices and that alone is a breakthrough. I weighted up my options and decided that I would have the treat anyway. And it was exactly that: a treat.. Hallelujah!

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Does it really come down to the yolk?

The trouble with 'diets' is that they are just so extreme. Since when do we really have to peel the skin off the chicken before we eat it... it's the best bit! If I'm existing on salads the rest of the time, does it really matter if I leave the chicken skin on? Or, for godsake, have an omelette that has a yolk in it.

Surely not.

My fat didn't come from egg yolks. It came from a block of Dairy Milk in front of the tele. It came from lashings of butter (oh how I miss you!), cheese (!) and ice-cream (oh, sweet ice-cream!). You know, that sort of ... banned, fond memories only, don't even think about it... stuff.

So, I'm leaving the skin on and, godammit, I'm not making bloody eggwhite only omelettes. I might not even drink skim milk, so there.

But I promise, hand on heart, I'll stay off the chocolate and the cheese. Deal?

Do you eat what you want or do you 'modify'? Any of it drive you a bit crazy?

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The epiphany

I've been sparked by Lucy's Fat to Fit, the accountability, the commitment. We holidayed last week, but this week I'm back with a vengeance.

I've been trying to lose weight for 20 years.  So, obviously, whatever I've been trying to do hasn't been working, right? My usual Pollyanna, easy-going approach just isn't working. I had an epiphany reading one of Lucy's posts last week - I realised that I carefully balanced and monitored the Tsunamis' food intake, but rarely gave my own even half the consideration. What's that all about? Is the mother of my children not worth the same loving attention?

So this week, I've gone hard core.

It's only day four, but I've been eating like a saint. Fruit, vegies, portion control, water intake, lean meats, incidental exercise... it's all here. And I feel great.





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