Week 3 - Day 18

Yesterday I stayed in the food plan and I "worked out".  Oh my gosh.  This old and overweight body was screaming very early on.  But I did it. I stuck to it and I did it. That is the really victory here.  Not even the weight loss (which IS the whole point) but sticking to something.  A trait I am not so great at. I would say I don't have it.  Anyway. I cooked up my lunch which turned out really good.  Then Travis came home and wanted some so I cooked him some.  Then Trey wanted some so I got it all out and cooked him some also. The point of this story is that I managed to do it all without "tasting" or "sampling" while I did it. Without telling myself it was good for me so it was ok to eat it.  Or just simply the fact that I GAVE it any thought at all. It seems silly I am sure, but it is a little victory for me.  I went to the Band potluck last night.  Potlucks are DANGEROUS for the dieter to say the least. Or at least someone like me.  There is so much good food to choose from.  It always feels like a "special occasion" so you want to try everything, just this time tonight.  After all it isn't everyday one gets treated to all this good home made food.  For once in my life, instead of looking at that glorious spread like a feast and a treat I must partake in by trying a little of everything and wishing I had the biggest chinet platter type plate, I just held my plate till I found the salad.  It wasn't even hard this time, because I just have made up my mind.  Food is just food. When you look at it differently, all of a sudden all that food almost seems rediculous and gross in a way because there is so much and so much waste also.  I am so grateful to be here in this place right now. I did still eat a piece of brownie when I got home though. AND I wrote it down.