I got through the holidays. I decided I wasn’t going to forgo every chip, piece of bread, or occasional cookie.
I even thought, with moderation, I could handle some pasta.
So, for the three months starting with Halloween, straight through to New Year’s Eve, I wasn’t as diligent with the no carbs, no sugar thing.
Although, my daughter is keen to remind me that I have not been doing no carbs all along. That a lot of what I’ve been eating has carbs in it anyway. C’est la guerre.
All that aside, here’s the good news. I really only gained a few pounds. Like, maybe three in total. All my clothes still fit, and I didn’t have to deprive myself, piling up resentments over the holidays.
So, I’m back to normal, eating the way I have been, and the transition has been fine. I’m not craving bread and sugar or thinking about binging or considering tossing the whole idea of going back to bad eating.
Targets for 2019
It has given me pause, however. I’m starting to be concerned about why I won’t bite the bullet and lose what I need to in order to ride horses again. It’s still at least another good thirty pounds or so I’d need to lose. Not easy, but not impossible. It would require some discomfort. Some physical activity, but more disturbing is the mental commitment. I’m wondering why I have a block against this.
I think I’m going to have to work that out in therapy (again). For the time being, I did find several mountain ranches that offer riding as part of the visitor experience. See photo above.
I want to do this!
I’m kinda in a funk right now. In a bit of a self-reflective purgatory.
Oh well, thought I’d throw all this out to the world.