A recent trip to my doctor made me laugh. He was pleased that I had lost a pound that I had gained last time but was concerned about me possibly plateauing. Then I gave him my food diary for the past week. He read it. Read it again. Looked up at me and said,
"Actually, with the way you have veered off the path this week, it's kind of a miracle you didn't gain. You might be the only patient I have who loses weight in spite of what she does, instead of because of what she does."
He may have been right. A little. I haven't been eating very well in the last month. I've let stress and illness be excuses for me to grab cheap and easy foods that have nothing to do with my long-term goals. But I've found some great printable food journals on Pinterest (the Weight Watchers ones are too small) and I'm really trying to keep that up. It does really help when you see what you have eaten that day. Makes you re-think the brownie or the extra soda.
So hopefully next month I can go back and say "I've stopped cutting off my nose now."
You know, to spite my face?
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