*Papa Murphy's chicken-artichoke-spinach pizza, thin crust. One piece for breakfast. One for lunch. One for snack. Solid effort on my part, as the crust was thin and I limited myself to one piece per meal which, uh, is usually not the case. Basically this was the equivalent of eating salad again and again, by my standards. I almost forgot the garlic - enough to kill any vampire within a five-county radius. There. Vegetables being consumed with every bite.
*Coldstone's kid-size black cherry yogurt with almonds. The almonds were added as a post-hike protein punch and since I refrained from slamming down the remains of my daughter's ice-cream upon finishing my own, I believe I get extra points there. I stuck to a tiny serving of yogurt rather than the Gotta Have It size of Peanut Butter Cup Perfection with extra peanut butter and extra peanut butter cups. That was the old me. The new me eats tiny servings of probiotics as dessert. BOOM.
*Two turkey franks with organic ketchup, no bun. Simply put, there could not be a more virtuous meal. Side note: organic ketchup. That cracks me up.
Alrighty then. It's a wild guess, but I'm going to go out on a limb and conclude that somewhere along the way, I am going to have to pick up some decent eating habits. The small meals concept I've got down, though it's probable that the small meals should not be small junk-food meals. The way I ate yesterday is what I would normally consider a Healthy Eating Day. This would be the kind of day that would not incite that "morning after" panic I spoke of before; rather, this kind of day would be a cause for celebration and probably lead immediately into a Cheat Day. Surely all of those amazing choices must have made room for a cupcake to be enjoyed as a reward, right? And maybe some Junior Mints? Enter my nutrition logic. Made-up, nonsensical whims put together by a woman who loves an excuse to take a plan, stomp it, mangle it, slather it with frosting and swallow it down. Cut to the morning after panic, and thus the cycle continues.
I would love to say, "Not this time. No way. I got this." But nobody knows me better than I do and while I give myself full credit for having an amazing week, I also know that it is easier for me at the beginning - that's why I always have so many of them. Beginnings. There really isn't an Old Me and a New Me - there is only the Me I know how to be, and that person is one who will likely trip and fall straight into a bag of doughnuts once or twice over the course of this whole process. I've had nearly forty years of perfecting some pretty lousy habits and there is no way that old wisdom about three weeks making better habits applies to me. It will be a day in, day out effort of doing what I can to succeed but not only that, forgiving myself when things don't go particularly smooth. I had a great first week and I am motivated to keep it going - this is where the responsibility for my own outcomes figures into the plan. Now not only do I have to keep my eyes on the goal of what I have yet to lose, I also have to make sure I don't re-gain what I've lost so far. I tend to see a little bit of success, relax, have something that involves a lot of cheese and derail a mighty train before it even has a chance to really pick up steam. That is not how I see this thing playing out. I have big plans, and I plan to go big. With that, I give you my Week Two Weigh-In (from 200.4 lbs.):
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