I weighed myself this morning, practically convulsing in fear as I stepped onto the scale. 111 pounds! Still a heifer, but I'm getting there!! Short term goal: 100 pounds by April 1st. Longer term goal: 90 pounds by May 1st.
I used to think that once I got to my goal weight (a number which, funny enough, gets lower and lower as my weight gets lower), I could stop. I could eat more than I do now (less than a normal person, but still be kind of healthy), and maintain that goal weight.
Not a chance.
Once I see the number on the scale going down, I get a rush probably similar to the feeling a junkie gets from shooting heroin. The faster the number descends, the higher I get on my own starvation. If I can reach the "goal weight," I will get the ultimate high. I think that's why the goal weight keeps getting lower. Each high will be better than the last. And then when do I stop? 90 pounds? 80? 70? 0?
Today, I ate: 1 bowl cereal measured (160), 1 cup coffee with half & half (10), South Beach fiber bar (110), Lean Cuisine (290), 1 cup fat free Swiss Miss (20), for a total of 595. I burned about 375 cals working out, so that makes a daily total of 220.
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