Well, the scale’s just a few days old, and already I loathe it.
I knew it was bad, but I didn’t know how bad, I didn’t know how far I now have to go.
But, it was a wakeup call that I know I desperately needed, and it seems daily inputs into My Fitness Pal and texts between me and my lifestyle-change cohort Tiffany about our progress (and/or setbacks) have become “the new normal,” and it’s all for the better. I see myself being super conscious about what I eat. “Do I really want to put this in MFP … and have a questioning text from Tiff?” I say when I find myself craving something naughty.
Right now, I’m still in baby-step mode, but I think I’m making the right choices. It’s been 10 days since we started, at least according to MFP, and I do feel more energetic and that I’m making the right food choices to fuel me for hours, plus, I can see a slight difference in my face, which is always the first place I see results.
Ahh, if only the belly was first, but all in due time, I s’pose.