I think the harder I try, the worse off I am. I have been taking on this effort literally minute by minute, making choices to eat, or not eat, one item at a time. And when I look at the items I have avoided, I am pretty proud of myself. I skipped the mediocre buffet lunch. I did not have the cookie. I am drinking the shakes instead of a meal. I am taking my vitamins. I am walking. This is great! Something should be happening!?!
The scale has not moved. Not one ounce. Not even a fraction of an ounce.
So then I start thinking about the things I did eat. The glass of wine I had at the party. The dessert I had as a reward for not eating the bread or potatoes. And even though I made better choices, they are not enough.
I am going to have to make the best choice, every time.
I will say it again.