Comparing January to July:And she's got arms and cheekbones, too. And possibly one less chin. And thirty-six fewer pounds!
She's also really, really motivated to keep on keepin' on.
This is one of those times – and believe me, there've been many – when I just have to ask myself how I ever could have gotten in the shape I was in … if you could call that a shape. I should post this photo on the fridge, in the pantry, in the freezer in the garage … maybe I should post it in the grocery, so I can have a look at it before I fill my cart!
Greta commented that my statement a couple days ago that I was 'doing this for a year' will probably mean I'll gain everything back. She suggests I need to do this for life. I guess I didn't make myself very clear. I'm giving myself a year to create new habits and learn to live with this new way of eating.
As we know, 'diets' are limited in scope and duration. You won't find me wolfing down the leftover Christmas cookies on January 1, 2007. More than likely I'll be eating Hoppin' John [made with Canadian bacon – let me know if you want the recipe], and toasting the New Year with sparkling water. After a good night's sleep I'll work out and then watch college football. And knit.
After 15 years in a 12-step recovery program, I've learned for me not to say I'll do something – or give something up – for the rest of my life. I'm kind of pushing my limit saying 'I'll do this for a year.' Successful people in recovery take it a day at a time. My one-year end date is the day I hope to be at my goal weight. It doesn't mean the trip is over, though. Thanks for giving me the chance to think this out and clarify it a bit, Greta!
Marilyn suggested a ribbon yarn management tool yesterday. I found a little meat mallet-type thing, very heavy for its size, that turns nicely to feed the ribbon from the outside of the ball. But knitting it is still a pain. I'd switch to bamboo or wooden needles but I'm afraid it would snag the ribbon. So I continue slip-slidin' away.
Company arrives today, so I have to scoot. No telling when the next post will be. I hope I'm having too much fun to worry about sitting at the computer.
Hope you are, too!