) Then Friday night we walked to the theater and saw The Lion King, which was unbelievable! The costumes and staging and acting were out of this world. On Saturday we had dinner at a lovely French restaurant and I dressed for the occasion in an ivory silk blouse, black pants, and black suede hiking boots
! By that time, I had done so much walking that I couldn’t get my feet into normal shoes, let alone high heels. So I wore my hiking boots and held my head high and no one said a word.I did the best that I could on the food — talked about it a bit on the menu thread. It’s a relief to be back home where I can eat what I like and control how it’s prepared because I always assume that restaurants add gobs of fat to make things taste good. At least all of the walking cancelled out the food — my goal was to come back weighing what I did when I left and I do.
The hotel actually had a decent exercise room, so I was able to get up early and work out. They had about 10 cardio machines, 10 exercise machines, a rack of dumbbells up to 30# and two sets of Powerblocks, which I had never seen before but are really nifty. So between all of that I did shoulders, back, chest, and arms on the four days. I decided NOT to do legs since I was walking so much. So today is leg day!
I read Dr. Phil’s book and Tom Venuto’s Burn The Fat, Feed The Muscle while I was gone. The two books dovetail together perfectly — Dr. Phil deals with the head stuff and Venuto addresses the nuts and bolts of weight loss. Together they would make an awesome program. I'm thinking about what to do next.
One last thing — I bought my first pair of size 2 pants while I was in NY. I’ve noticed for a while that my 4s are getting loose and when I was in Bloomingdale's I tried on some 4s that were gaping around the waist and hips. So for fun I grabbed 2s and they fit — I couldn’t believe it! (and it could be a total fluke but of course, I bought them
) I stood there in the dressing room, literally with tears in my eyes, looking in the mirror and thinking about where I came from — 257 pounds and size 22. I thought about the hours of cardio, pushing myself on weights past the point of pain, all the food I’ve said “no” to in the past 2 and a half years. I thought about all of you and how much support I get here. And I looked at myself in the mirror and said oh yes, it was all worth it, every bit of it, and there IS a pay-off and a reward for all that we do (and give up). So the point of this isn’t to be obnoxious about wearing a small size — it’s to say to anyone who is just starting a journey into weight loss and it seems so long and hard or to anyone who is bogged down in the middle — if I can do this, you can too. Even if you’re a middle-aged perimenopausal couch potato with thyroid problems (moi) — you can do this too. Believe me, there’s nothing special about me and I don’t know any weight loss secrets or gimmicks. One day at a time — every day — one foot in front of the other — and just never give up. I’ll have to go back and read what I’ve missed later but for now it’s great to be back!
Meg



but it’s never as good as we imagine and the last bites don’t taste any different than the first few (so why keep going?)
So I’m sure you can be tough in the kitchen too. How about it, Eagle Eye?