So today is the day I attend my first of three weight loss classes. Weigh-in time. I’m feeling apprehension because I know that this one counts. For the records, for the insurance. I’m better than I was January 1st, but from here on out I cannot gain. My goal is literally only two pounds a month — right — 2, but for some reason that feels like a lot today.
The class is very goal oriented, which is great. I have a lot to work on in preparation for life post-surgery. I’ve already started moving again — and more and taking some breaks while eating.
It’s funny, when I take eating breaks (as in put my fork down in between bites) I get bored with the process and push my food away. I’m just not that hungry. I am a wolf-er. I inhale my food — always have. Something to get through quickly. But in doing that, I totally over consume. I’m always done before everyone else, which is so painfully obvious to me when I’m in company of others. I hate feeling self-conscious. So I’m always amazed at how little I really need to feel satisfied.
Those are my continued goals for the month — eat slowly and move a lot. I’d say wish me luck, but in my heart I know “I got this”!