I lost 6.4 pounds last week. A record for me. I know this is not something I will duplicate next week at Weight Watchers, but right now, I couldn't be happier.
I am also amazed. Not once last week did I think: "Poor me. I hate dieting."
Instead, I was trying new recipes every night, eating better than I have in a long time, and filling my plate with proteins and veggies -- light on the carbs. When I was hungry, I reached for a piece of fruit and I was satisfied.
And why did I reach for that piece of fruit: Because fruit counts for nothing on the new WW plan. Nadda. Zero.
And the best part of the fruit thing: I was making a choice that thin people make all the time. It was freeing.
I've been doing a lot of thinking this past week about my new-found sense of calm, trying to figure out why this is all happening now. I have many thoughts, but I can sum them all up in one word: normal.
I feel normal. I am comfortable eating this way and I am comfortable exercising the way I do. I like this feeling. And I pray morning and night that it will continue. I don't want to return to my old ways.