Sunday, January 26, 2020
I went. I saw. I ate. And now I'm home. Thank you all for your kind thoughts and well-wishes upon the arrival of my newest Grandson. He's amazing. His hair reminds me of Woodstock's top feathers:
The dining away from home went fairly well, though I know that without tracking, it's anyone's guess concerning how much I actually ate. Portion sizes were eye-balled. Nothing was measured or weighed. I adjusted....everything. The potato and egg breakfast burrito became eggs and potatoes with the tortilla thrown away. The 5-course take-out Thai dinner became 2-heaping-tablespoons-full of each of the dishes (which was likely too much food for one sitting). I looked for the vegetables first and hunted down the fruits. I found the hotels' fruit basket full of delectable, green, Granny Smith apples. They were fabulous. But desserts accompanied each of the dinners and I allowed tastes that were sometimes enlarged upon...to 2 tastes...to 2 very small brownies...to 2 small oatmeal-raisin cookies with a larger chocolate-chip cookie thrown in for good measure. It was all so very good. I ate slowly and mindfully, without binging, just to the point of starting to feel full and then stopped. Activity for the week was limited to a 30-minute slow-paced walk each day with the remainder filled with sitting and holding an amazing, cute-as-a-button bundle of life. The whole world stands still when you hold a baby. Time is suspended as you gaze into those wide-open eyes that seem to see everything, yet know nothing. This Sunday will be my usual day-off from tracking so I'll resume with the log on Monday. I'll have an official weigh-in on February 7th for my yearly physical exam. My battle to achieve a healthy BMI continues and is once again in sharp focus. We can do this!! Just one day at a time!!