Brief return to another normal
Thursday, March 22, 2012
I no sooner finished posting my blog on being normal, than another normal from the past POKED HER HEAD BACK INTO MY LIFE. Or should I say Old Slewfoot, the
. I couldn't stop eating BUTTER, yes, BUTTER. I was butter starved and craved it as in the old days. I put it on anything that would hold a pat, veggies, matzoh, crackers, you name it. Then I wanted to polish off anything that was at all sweet, which wasn't much as carbs don't stay in my house past the front door, anymore. I straightened myself out by Monday night, but then told a ww. friend that I had salad with Feta cheese for dinner and how delicious it was. She then proceeded to ruin my night by reminding me that the cardinal rule was not to eat cheese from Sunday night on if we were going to weigh in on Wednesday morning. I protested, but not before she had done damage to my delicate balance of who I am (lady in charge of me) and the old push over who was managed and controlled by outside forces of influence at all times. I had a bad night after that, but learned not to talk about my food choices after Sunday night with her. My food choices are a very sensitive and another delicate area for me. Any way, by Tuesday night I had mulled over my Monday night's salad choice and went back for a second shot at my favorite salad. All that romaine greenery really "moved" me, and I wasn't retaining fluid or cheese or anything unnecessary by Wednesday morning. When I got on the scale I was down another 1/4 pound for which I gave out the hallelujah chorus!
I guess the bottom line is that we can never rest on our good feelings, and need to stay ever vigilant in the face of a sneaky enemy that can return at a moment's notice. I'm back on course today and more committed than before to holding on to my NEW NORMAL.