To-daaaaaaaaaaaay

I have been on the diet, for serious, for four whole days now (and one morning). This is especially noteworthy by the fact that I also made it through a weekend. How did this hungry Greek girl do it?
Through planning, focus, smart decisions and a very little bit of sacrifice. Ok barely any sacrifice at all really considering I used some of my extra points for the week.

Anyway, I feel great. I started a lifting/weights routine last night with the help of my hubby (who I DO NOT think understands how out of shape I really am) and I am feeling it today—whoa buddy, in my inner thighs and some of my arms. Holy guacamole.
I also stuck to my walk the dog plan—everyday but Sunday, which is my break.

Aaaaannnnddd… what else? I completed my recipe workbook, detailed with a collage on the front of inspiring phrases, quotes and images. I am really excited that I have started cooking and that I have found so many inspirational, healthy options that the hubs will actually voluntarily eat. Wow.

So this is the journey.
Tonight I have ILA happy hour at La’Rosa’s where I used to gobble down an entire thing of cheesy bread and maybe even some chicken fingers. The plan for this evening is a glass of wine or two and a salad with fat free dressing. If I want cheesy bread someday, I’ll try to make it a little more healthy (less cheese, whole grain bread) or I will seriously indulge in it in an atmosphere I choose and not a random Tuesday. I think this is what it is really about—making better choices and knowing you can have any damn thing you want, but you better figure it out first—is it worth ten extra squats? Or a two mile walk? or is better saved for another day?

This is my life. No one else is going to live it for me. And I don’t want to look back and wonder what it would be like if I wasn’t obese. And I want to do the nasty standing up and I want to know that if forced, I could probably run.