Today I claimed victory on numerous levels.
First, my body is not being taken over by a gigantic tonsil. The diagnosis was that I’m fine and it looks a lot worse than it is. Second, I got a vacuum cleaner and health insurance. And finally, I fit back into my dress.
Perhaps you may recall when, in a fit of cheese-induced self pity, I forcefully threw my Citizens into the corner of my house and refused to pick them up for a solid week.
Obviously everyone in the world knows exactly what passes my lips daily and you know I certainly haven’t been depriving myself. I’ve eaten my fair share of cheese
and frolicked at many a wine tasting.
So what have I done differently since that fateful April day?
I’ve joined a gym and started to lift weights again. I’ve followed Gina’s Summer Shape-Up plan pretty seriously for the past few weeks and every time I work out, I bring a list of the exercises to do with me on an index card so I don’t just wander aimlessly.
I’ve reduced portion sizes and instead, ate smaller meals more often.
I increased my protein and added back daily protein shakes and egg whites to my diet.
I’ve mindlessly not drank as much alcohol or eaten as much dessert even when I really wanted to.
I’ve made better choices when dining out—ordering more entree salads rather than something rich and heavy.
Never once have I felt like I’ve been on a diet (because I haven’t been) but I feel a lot more comfortable now in my own skin and that’s what matters. I really didn’t even lose any weight at all; I just toned up and now feel much stronger. On that note, I’m about to go out for birthday dinner number one with the boy and my mom at my favorite restaurant
in Sonoma……. And you better believe that cheese plate(s) will be involved.