Love that phrase - I remember hearing it continually as I sat in church as a child.
So, good news is: I can officially say my plateau is over [for now]! I have consistently weighed 156 this past week. I was able to wear one of my tightest pairs of jeans out for the first time in YEARS (2.5 years to be exact), and I didn't even pop a button!
That said, I changed my goal weight to "??" because I simply love the act of calorie counting (how it makes me feel) and I want my body to settle in on its own ideal weight. I would rather work actively toward other fitness goals than lower weights. If, with calorie counting (which for me includes cycling, and IF), I end up lighter, then groovy.
One time, sometime in the past 7 years, I do remember doing a very extreme low cal diet for quite some time. I vaguely remember, even then, having a heckuva time getting to 149. And then it kicked my butt to get to 137. I was barely eating. It was stupid - of course I gained it back.
So, I am thrilled that I have been able to lose weight, cycling from 14-1800 a day (I try to hit close to a weekly amount). Again, with regular exercise and continuing my CCing, I want to see where my weight levels out at.
On the downside: I made homemade pizza last night. I only had one large piece in the evening, so there was 1/2 a cold, yummy pizza in the fridge calling my name over and over again. I kept nibbling, I thought I had broke the habit - I thought I was getting used to not being Ms. Snacky. I mean, I am even able to keep peanut butter in the house without swooning over it and flirting with it every time I go into the kitchen.
But oh no, not the cold [yet still healthy] pizza. I had to throw it away. It wouldn't leave me alone.


I used to snack a lot... Now I plan my snacks into my day.
Now, you know what your body is capable of and that a great effort will produce a great result.
to you my friend.
That is all.