The other night we had gone out to dinner and I ate, and ate, and ate. I was so full that I couldn't get up from my seat. I felt horrible. All the way home I kept thinking that this was night right. My husband was very ill and here I was basically killing myself with food. I love to eat. I love to eat all the wrong things. Healthy foods do not appeal to me at all.
As I sat down the feeling of fullness kept nagging at me. Surely by now I would feel some relief from stuffing myself, but it didn't. I felt worse. I looked at my husband and said, "I need to lose some weight, I feel horrible." All he could say is "I didn't tell you to eat that whole bag of sunflower seeds." I think what I was looking for were encouraging words but they did not come. That was Wednesday.
Thursday morning I woke up and said "this is it." I love Coke but decided to give it up for awhile. I weighed myself and the scales said 230.02, the most I have ever weighed in my life. We eat out a lot because I hate to cook. There is something about having someone wait on me or have someone hand it over that is satisfying to me. Wow, 230 pounds.
So I began by going to McDonalds's. It's either McDonalds or Hardees for me in the morning. I ordered oatmeal without the fruit because I am not a big fruit lover. I ordered an unsweetened ice tea with sweet and low. That I can handle. Lunch was a chicken club from Chic fil a and a small salad.
For dinner I met my friend, Kathy at Firebirds. I ordered the plain chicken breast and green beans. I ate half of what was on the plate. My beverage choice for the whole day was tea.
This was a hard day because my mind was conscience of what I was ordering and eating.
Hopefully I will see some results in weighing and blogging every day. I can not weigh every day because I like to see the results. I plan to blog each day (and there are several reasons for that), make food choices (either good or bad), and weigh to see if I go up or down, hopefully I will go down.
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