The Challenge of Not Being Challenged

Well, it's been almost two weeks since I've posted.  Last week I was doing some other writing instead, and since I have limited time on weekends, I decided not to post. 

But not too much has happened since my last entry. I was challenged once again by free chocolate treats (There are certainly a lot of them around my work place!), but otherwise I puttered along with my normal routine.  There was a luncheon out with my coworkers, but I chose a nice piece of salmon instead of something fattier, and stopped eating when I was full.  And I tried to concentrate on conversation instead of eating, which was a good strategy since I got to know my coworkers a little better as a result.

One thing I found challenging this past week or so was keeping up with my food journal.  I found myself forgetting whole days of recording, which was annoying, since after about a day I no longer remember what I ate.  Someone might say that I should quit recording, but I'm not ready to do that, since it helps me pay attention to what I'm eating.  And I need that daily reminder because I'm still likely to veer off the pavement and head for the ditch, as it were.

I'm not using it as completely as I should, though.  One of the diet diary's purposes is to reward myself for good behavior.  Those little check marks every hour are supposed to help me stay on the road to thinness by giving me an "attagirl" for eating what I should.  When I forgo that reward, it seems that maybe I don't need it, that I'm confident of my ability to get through each hour successfully.  Perhaps that's true, at least as long as I'm in my routine and not faced with any challenges.  I think I need to do more to make myself aware of the choices I face, though.  I should probably start writing about those choices in the columns available for that.  We'll see . . .

Meanwhile, I still have 25 pounds to go, and I think those pounds may be the hardest to take off, especially since I tend to get hungry more often now.  But I'm not giving up--not ever.  Not even when I reach goal weight.  This is the end of the line for Fat Cheryl.  I'm no longer going to be obese, fat, or even slightly pudgy. Those days are over. Over!

See you next week.