I ate this on a bed of baby spinach. Yum! Go Jillian recipes!
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
If Tuesday is the new Monday, what does that make Wednesday?
Weekly update time
Starting Weight: 141lbs
Goal Weight: 130lbs
Last Week's Weight: 139lbs
Current Weight: 135lbs
The great swing up in weight has an explanation. Seriously. Because I didn't gain 3lbs and then lose 4lbs this past week.
My dearest Aunt Flo paid me a visit on Tuesday and whisked away all the lovely water I have been carrying around with me. In my body!
It occurred to me (and by "it occurred to me" I really mean "Scott pointed it out") that I am screwed. So. Very. Screwed. I have 7.5 weeks to lose the remaining weight. That's it. Five pounds in less than 2 months.
And if you consider that my birthday is a short 2 and a half weeks away, AND that I don't have any intention of spending my birthday hungry and sweaty, it actually means that I have 6.5 weeks to lose 5lbs.
DAMN.
Alright. So what does that mean for me?
1. Exercise. Every single freaking day.
2. No more cheating. For real this time.
3. Only 1 day a week of drinking. Oh, alcohol, I will miss you.
4. Water, water and more water.
It's not that I don't love to exercise. Honestly, I do. It makes me happy and it makes me feel strong. One of my favourite activities. What I dislike is feeling like I HAVE to.
Welcome to my bossy personality!
Tell me that I can do something if I want to?
Suuuuuure! Sounds great!!
Tell me that I HAVE to do something?
Oh hell no! You think YOU can make me do something?!?! Good luck with that one.
To add to this ridiculousness is that I am telling myself that I have to do something. Clearly I need to consult Scott on methods of Krista Manipulation!
Is it possible to meet my goal? Yes. Is it even probable? Yes. Is it going to be a rough 7.5 weeks? Goodness me, YES.
Here we go..... for reals this time!
Running Song of the Week
This isn't new. But it is one of my favourites. I never (ever!) skip it when it's soothing melody floats over my earbuds. Makes me happy. Enjoy!
Starting Weight: 141lbs
Goal Weight: 130lbs
Last Week's Weight: 139lbs
Current Weight: 135lbs
The great swing up in weight has an explanation. Seriously. Because I didn't gain 3lbs and then lose 4lbs this past week.
My dearest Aunt Flo paid me a visit on Tuesday and whisked away all the lovely water I have been carrying around with me. In my body!
It occurred to me (and by "it occurred to me" I really mean "Scott pointed it out") that I am screwed. So. Very. Screwed. I have 7.5 weeks to lose the remaining weight. That's it. Five pounds in less than 2 months.
And if you consider that my birthday is a short 2 and a half weeks away, AND that I don't have any intention of spending my birthday hungry and sweaty, it actually means that I have 6.5 weeks to lose 5lbs.
DAMN.
Alright. So what does that mean for me?
1. Exercise. Every single freaking day.
2. No more cheating. For real this time.
3. Only 1 day a week of drinking. Oh, alcohol, I will miss you.
4. Water, water and more water.
It's not that I don't love to exercise. Honestly, I do. It makes me happy and it makes me feel strong. One of my favourite activities. What I dislike is feeling like I HAVE to.
Welcome to my bossy personality!
Tell me that I can do something if I want to?
Suuuuuure! Sounds great!!
Tell me that I HAVE to do something?
Oh hell no! You think YOU can make me do something?!?! Good luck with that one.
To add to this ridiculousness is that I am telling myself that I have to do something. Clearly I need to consult Scott on methods of Krista Manipulation!
Is it possible to meet my goal? Yes. Is it even probable? Yes. Is it going to be a rough 7.5 weeks? Goodness me, YES.
Here we go..... for reals this time!
Running Song of the Week
This isn't new. But it is one of my favourites. I never (ever!) skip it when it's soothing melody floats over my earbuds. Makes me happy. Enjoy!
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
If No News Was Good News, I Would have Nothing to Say
Which is my roundabout way of saying I have nothing good to report.
A quick trip to the doctor has resulted in the following:
- a theory I have strained a tendon = 6 week recovery
- a possibility I have fractured my fibula = 6 week recovery
- an x-ray req. to check which stellar option I have won
- a prescription for Naproxen, to help with healing and inflammation = no alcohol for 2 weeks.
Ya, you read that right. I am paying 1/2 the consequence in advance even though I haven't failed yet! What the what? It should however, help me to lose the rest of the weight and then I can be done this silly endeavor.
I have modified my exercise, since I can't really use my right hand ( see post about my springtime stupidity), and now can't use my right ankle. So I do a lot of abs. Let's hope they are awesome soon!
On the plus side (or minus side?) I am down to 128.4lbs - only 4.4 lbs to go!
I have every intention of running again. As soon as I can roll over in bed, or make it up the stairs without wincing. You should hear the story about how I tripped over a fan carrying the baby in the dark, and then couldn't get back up. Or not. It's kind of depressing...
A quick trip to the doctor has resulted in the following:
- a theory I have strained a tendon = 6 week recovery
- a possibility I have fractured my fibula = 6 week recovery
- an x-ray req. to check which stellar option I have won
- a prescription for Naproxen, to help with healing and inflammation = no alcohol for 2 weeks.
Ya, you read that right. I am paying 1/2 the consequence in advance even though I haven't failed yet! What the what? It should however, help me to lose the rest of the weight and then I can be done this silly endeavor.
I have modified my exercise, since I can't really use my right hand ( see post about my springtime stupidity), and now can't use my right ankle. So I do a lot of abs. Let's hope they are awesome soon!
On the plus side (or minus side?) I am down to 128.4lbs - only 4.4 lbs to go!
I have every intention of running again. As soon as I can roll over in bed, or make it up the stairs without wincing. You should hear the story about how I tripped over a fan carrying the baby in the dark, and then couldn't get back up. Or not. It's kind of depressing...
Tuesday is the New Monday
Last week's weigh-in: 135.6lbs
This week's weigh-in: 135.4lbs
Goal weight: 133lbs
I'm not really sure if the lack of change is my failure to properly encorporate the new meal plan rules into my diet or because of Thanksgiving weekend which included four less-than-ideal meals. I did avoid all alcohol though, to many comments of "Why aren't you drinking?" and "It's Thanksgiving dinner, I wouldn't ruin it by drinking water instead of wine."
Also, when I brought up the fact that I am trying to eat more whole foods and being strict with my diet to lose what I've recently gained and learn to maintain my weight, all I met was criticism. "You shouldn't be dieting, you're already too skinny." "You have no fat to lose." "It's unhealthy to be too thin." et cetera. I even got eye rolls when I said one reason we were late was because I exercised that morning.
Screw you people, I'm going home.
I know most of it is misunderstanding - of course when I wear flattering clothing and am clearly the thinnest person in the room it looks like I am the last person who should be dieting. A big part of it is them justifying their own guilt for not bettering their own body like they wish they could. But, as Moose said, it would be nice to just once get the response of, "Yeah, it is hard work to maintain a nice figure. Good for you for trying to eat healthier and keep fit."
Oh well. It's my life, not theirs. I will simply continue on my way and feel good for "winning" at every family event.
This week's weigh-in: 135.4lbs
Goal weight: 133lbs
I'm not really sure if the lack of change is my failure to properly encorporate the new meal plan rules into my diet or because of Thanksgiving weekend which included four less-than-ideal meals. I did avoid all alcohol though, to many comments of "Why aren't you drinking?" and "It's Thanksgiving dinner, I wouldn't ruin it by drinking water instead of wine."
Also, when I brought up the fact that I am trying to eat more whole foods and being strict with my diet to lose what I've recently gained and learn to maintain my weight, all I met was criticism. "You shouldn't be dieting, you're already too skinny." "You have no fat to lose." "It's unhealthy to be too thin." et cetera. I even got eye rolls when I said one reason we were late was because I exercised that morning.
Screw you people, I'm going home.
I know most of it is misunderstanding - of course when I wear flattering clothing and am clearly the thinnest person in the room it looks like I am the last person who should be dieting. A big part of it is them justifying their own guilt for not bettering their own body like they wish they could. But, as Moose said, it would be nice to just once get the response of, "Yeah, it is hard work to maintain a nice figure. Good for you for trying to eat healthier and keep fit."
Oh well. It's my life, not theirs. I will simply continue on my way and feel good for "winning" at every family event.
Monday, October 8, 2012
They call it a Challenge.....
Because if it was easy they would call it FUN!
I didn't mean to complete my 100km in a week this week. It was an accident. I had an "ah ha!' moment on day 4 (running a million km down Benjamin against the wind will do that to you) that if I could keep going at this rate I would complete the challenge. Huh. Gotta love doing half the work before you know what you're in for!
It didn't go as I had planned (does anything? ever?). I had GREAT plans. I was going to run to end the challenge on my birthday. On the days Henry was home from school I was going to run 10 km in the morning and then another 5 km in the evening. I would run 15 km on my own the other days of the week. When I got to the last day (my birthday!), I would only have 10km left to do! I would breeze through it! I would line up running partners to help me along! I would take pictures! It would be amazing!!!
Instead? By accident? Seriously?
Here's the breakdown. I'm very sure that no one cares about my routes or my distances. Too bad! It was hard and you should be in awe! Also, I like that I will be able to look back and wax poetic regarding my athleticism.
Run #1 (14.4 km) Tuesday October 2 2012
This was ridiculous. Scott decided that we should have a "date" and walk on our run to Sandvine. And hold hands. And chat. Hence the weird gap in my should-be-a-loop. I didn't count the distance we walked. I feel as though I could have. If I had to walk mid-run, I would count that distance. Regardless, I feel if I'm going to finish a challenge I should do it clean, therefore the aforementioned gap. It was a really really nice run. Pre-knowing-I-was-completing-the-challenge and just for fun.
Run #2 (10.1 km) Wednesday October 3 2012
This was a run in the rain. I inhaled a raindrop right up my nose. That was incredibly unpleasant!! Snorting water isn't my best choice. This is my usual 10km route. It's the best run of this distance around our house. Only one big hill, lots of countryside views and I can always cut it short to 7km if I'm feeling lazy!
Run #3 (15.3 km) Thursday October 4 2012
I love love love this run. To Sandvine with Scott. Stop and chat (and kiss goodbye despite the sweaty-ness). Run 10 km home. I never feel overwhelmed by the distance and have company for 1/3 of the way. Win win!
Run #4 (16.5km) Friday October 5 2012
Omg, the evil Benjamin run. The wind is always intense on the longest stretch (down Benjamin past the tree farm) of this loop. So intense that when the wind broke briefly, I almost fell on my face for pushing too far forward. Ridiculous. This is when I realized I could complete my 100km if I kept up this pace. Only three days left! I could do it! It's even a long weekend. No problem.
Ha! Sometimes I am such an idiot.
Run #5 (15.8 km) Saturday October 6 2012
I picked this route to avoid Benjamin. No, seriously. The wind and the long long long-ness of it was too much to contemplate when I was that tired. So tired. And hungry. Running is hard. And then I had to run the loop backwards to avoid Whore Hill. That IS really (and truly) it's name. I get to go down on Whore Hill. (Always funny!) instead of up. Gravity is friendly when it's on your side.
Run #6 (15.8 km) Sunday October 8 2012
Worst. Run. Of. My. Life.
Worse than the time I hurt my hip and cried all the way home.
Worse than the time my ibs acted up and I had to run so very slowly to avoid pooping myself.
Worse than the time I did almost poop myself and instead headed off road and shit in the snow. The snow melted and the shit steamed.
Worse than the time I had to stop at the gas station and cried to the man that I didn't have any money but could I please use the facilities.
I take it that you get the picture. It was cold. It was pouring rain. And I was tired. So tired. My legs felt like lead. My body hurt. I whimpered my way through the run. I had to talk myself up the hills (it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok.....). For a while I thought I had hurt my knees. Every time I took a step there was a horrible cold needle pain. Oh no! How could I complete the challenge?
Until I realized that it wasn't an injury, it was my knees driving into the rain! I am so dumb sometimes!
I called Scott on Bisch to ask him to run me a bath. I needed something to look forward to when I finally made it home.
Best Husband Ever had the bath ready, rotated the tv (so I could see it from the bath!) and brought me towel so I could dry my hands to use the remote. I have never loved him more.
Run #7 (15.8 km) Monday October 9 2012
Same route. Much better experience!
It was probabably the 10.5 hours of sleep and the extra meal I ate before bed!
Poor Scott! I dragged him downstairs at 11:30pm (after we were all tucked in!) to make me some food!! Secret extra meal! After turkey deliciousness. My poor body is so confused with all of the running.
Regardless, the food, the sleep and the running partner (yay Scott!!) made my final 16km a non-horrible experience.
It is a miracle that I am not injured. The worst of it was a tiny cut on one of my toes. I know, poor me!
I am so proud. The total for the week comes to 103.7 km. I feel as though marathon training is possible. This is almost 2.5 marathons for the week. Running a full one isn't outside the realm of possibility!!!
What have I learned?
1. Running is hard. I am exhausted.
2. Running is hungry. I am always hungry.
3. I have a very supportive husband. Scott rocks.
4. My body is robust. While tired and hungry, there is nothing else wrong with me.
5. I like running even when I hate it. The only time I felt well on Saturday is when I was out and running.
6. No one else cares about running. I told everyone I know that I was headed towards 100 km this week. It wasn't relevant to pretty much anyone! Which is fair. I don't really care how far anyone else can skate/swim/ski/power walk.
7. I would rather watch poker on tv than run in the cold rain. Lame.
Best part? I will never have to do it again if I don't want to!!!!!
One challenge down, two to go!
I didn't mean to complete my 100km in a week this week. It was an accident. I had an "ah ha!' moment on day 4 (running a million km down Benjamin against the wind will do that to you) that if I could keep going at this rate I would complete the challenge. Huh. Gotta love doing half the work before you know what you're in for!
It didn't go as I had planned (does anything? ever?). I had GREAT plans. I was going to run to end the challenge on my birthday. On the days Henry was home from school I was going to run 10 km in the morning and then another 5 km in the evening. I would run 15 km on my own the other days of the week. When I got to the last day (my birthday!), I would only have 10km left to do! I would breeze through it! I would line up running partners to help me along! I would take pictures! It would be amazing!!!
Instead? By accident? Seriously?
Here's the breakdown. I'm very sure that no one cares about my routes or my distances. Too bad! It was hard and you should be in awe! Also, I like that I will be able to look back and wax poetic regarding my athleticism.
Run #1 (14.4 km) Tuesday October 2 2012
Run #2 (10.1 km) Wednesday October 3 2012
Run #3 (15.3 km) Thursday October 4 2012
I love love love this run. To Sandvine with Scott. Stop and chat (and kiss goodbye despite the sweaty-ness). Run 10 km home. I never feel overwhelmed by the distance and have company for 1/3 of the way. Win win!
Run #4 (16.5km) Friday October 5 2012
Omg, the evil Benjamin run. The wind is always intense on the longest stretch (down Benjamin past the tree farm) of this loop. So intense that when the wind broke briefly, I almost fell on my face for pushing too far forward. Ridiculous. This is when I realized I could complete my 100km if I kept up this pace. Only three days left! I could do it! It's even a long weekend. No problem.
Ha! Sometimes I am such an idiot.
Run #5 (15.8 km) Saturday October 6 2012
I picked this route to avoid Benjamin. No, seriously. The wind and the long long long-ness of it was too much to contemplate when I was that tired. So tired. And hungry. Running is hard. And then I had to run the loop backwards to avoid Whore Hill. That IS really (and truly) it's name. I get to go down on Whore Hill. (Always funny!) instead of up. Gravity is friendly when it's on your side.
Run #6 (15.8 km) Sunday October 8 2012
Worst. Run. Of. My. Life.
Worse than the time I hurt my hip and cried all the way home.
Worse than the time my ibs acted up and I had to run so very slowly to avoid pooping myself.
Worse than the time I did almost poop myself and instead headed off road and shit in the snow. The snow melted and the shit steamed.
Worse than the time I had to stop at the gas station and cried to the man that I didn't have any money but could I please use the facilities.
I take it that you get the picture. It was cold. It was pouring rain. And I was tired. So tired. My legs felt like lead. My body hurt. I whimpered my way through the run. I had to talk myself up the hills (it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok.....). For a while I thought I had hurt my knees. Every time I took a step there was a horrible cold needle pain. Oh no! How could I complete the challenge?
Until I realized that it wasn't an injury, it was my knees driving into the rain! I am so dumb sometimes!
I called Scott on Bisch to ask him to run me a bath. I needed something to look forward to when I finally made it home.
Best Husband Ever had the bath ready, rotated the tv (so I could see it from the bath!) and brought me towel so I could dry my hands to use the remote. I have never loved him more.
Run #7 (15.8 km) Monday October 9 2012
It was probabably the 10.5 hours of sleep and the extra meal I ate before bed!
Poor Scott! I dragged him downstairs at 11:30pm (after we were all tucked in!) to make me some food!! Secret extra meal! After turkey deliciousness. My poor body is so confused with all of the running.
Regardless, the food, the sleep and the running partner (yay Scott!!) made my final 16km a non-horrible experience.
It is a miracle that I am not injured. The worst of it was a tiny cut on one of my toes. I know, poor me!
I am so proud. The total for the week comes to 103.7 km. I feel as though marathon training is possible. This is almost 2.5 marathons for the week. Running a full one isn't outside the realm of possibility!!!
What have I learned?
1. Running is hard. I am exhausted.
2. Running is hungry. I am always hungry.
3. I have a very supportive husband. Scott rocks.
4. My body is robust. While tired and hungry, there is nothing else wrong with me.
5. I like running even when I hate it. The only time I felt well on Saturday is when I was out and running.
6. No one else cares about running. I told everyone I know that I was headed towards 100 km this week. It wasn't relevant to pretty much anyone! Which is fair. I don't really care how far anyone else can skate/swim/ski/power walk.
7. I would rather watch poker on tv than run in the cold rain. Lame.
Best part? I will never have to do it again if I don't want to!!!!!
One challenge down, two to go!
Monday, October 1, 2012
Monday...dun dun dunnnnn...
Starting weight: 134.5
Today's weight: 129.5
Goal weight: 124.0
Pounds to go: 6.5
So last week I managed to get back on track simply by eating very healthy and not snacking. At all. Ask my kids how much fun that was for them. Actually, do us all a favour and don't!
But! It did make me realize how much leeway I give myself when I exercise. Oh sure I can eat that - I will just run it off later! Or not. So that was a good lesson. This week I am hoping to start back up running and yoga and Jillian, ankle permitting. It still hurts but not nearly as bad.
Side note: I do not consider myself a wuss. I never take sick days ( 2 in 5 years!), I don't let myself feel sorry for myself and I really don't like not being able to do things. Frig, I was walking around hours after giving birth. But I cannot believe how much this hurts! I actually with there was a bruise, or swelling or SOMETHING!!!! so I don't feel like such a ninny. GAH. I also hate. hate. hate. feeling like I am letting someone down in a commitment. SO I am getting back in my (NEW!!!) shoes and getting out there!
Goal update:
Run 10 k
Run 15k
Run 20 k - God I hope so!! Maybe in 3 weeks?????
Get back to doing pushups - 25 in a row - ummm. So my hand is still really sore. I can do about 3-5 then it feels like my right thumb is going to explode. Working on it. Doubt I will get there :(
No more night-time snacking! My secret is to have Rob watch me or eat dinner late and go to bed early. I know it's kind of cheating but i haven't snacked in weeks!!!!!
Make at least 3/4 of the Christmas gifts I give this year- I have a plan - it should get underway once I finish Halloween costumes!
Continue ( okay start) training for a marathon.- working on getting back at it :)
Today's weight: 129.5
Goal weight: 124.0
Pounds to go: 6.5
So last week I managed to get back on track simply by eating very healthy and not snacking. At all. Ask my kids how much fun that was for them. Actually, do us all a favour and don't!
But! It did make me realize how much leeway I give myself when I exercise. Oh sure I can eat that - I will just run it off later! Or not. So that was a good lesson. This week I am hoping to start back up running and yoga and Jillian, ankle permitting. It still hurts but not nearly as bad.
Side note: I do not consider myself a wuss. I never take sick days ( 2 in 5 years!), I don't let myself feel sorry for myself and I really don't like not being able to do things. Frig, I was walking around hours after giving birth. But I cannot believe how much this hurts! I actually with there was a bruise, or swelling or SOMETHING!!!! so I don't feel like such a ninny. GAH. I also hate. hate. hate. feeling like I am letting someone down in a commitment. SO I am getting back in my (NEW!!!) shoes and getting out there!
Goal update:
Run 20 k - God I hope so!! Maybe in 3 weeks?????
Get back to doing pushups - 25 in a row - ummm. So my hand is still really sore. I can do about 3-5 then it feels like my right thumb is going to explode. Working on it. Doubt I will get there :(
Make at least 3/4 of the Christmas gifts I give this year- I have a plan - it should get underway once I finish Halloween costumes!
Continue ( okay start) training for a marathon.- working on getting back at it :)
Weekly Weigh-In (#1)
Last week's weigh-in: 141.8lbs
This week's weigh-in: 135.6lbs
Goal weight: 133lbs
Let me start by saying this drop definitely includes bloating, which is usually about 2lbs for me. Even still, 4.2 pounds is a lot in one week. So what happened?
Well, remember my first post where I was all whiny and frustrated with dieting? Yeah, before this past week I had no motivation to diet and was sick of a lot of my diet foods. So I let myself eat whatever I wanted, because if dieting was going to make me miserable and I didn't care about my weight, what was the point? I ate McDonald's fries, Blizzards, chocolate, chip truck poutine, brownies, and pie. And it didn't make me feel better. At all.
Then Moose's family came up for the weekend. I ate okay but still had dessert and alcohol. Moose's mom looked at a recent picture of us on a phone and asked "Who's the pregnant woman?"
Ouch.
I jokingly said, "Well, now I know it's really time to diet." But at that moment, I was suddenly motivated again. (She also thought Moose was some random Asian guy, so I can't be TOO offended.)
So, how to change my diet foods. Well, I have this handy recipe booklet from Jillian that goes along with the Body Revolution workouts. Week 1: Boost Your Metabolism. For one week, eat no flour, sugar, or fruit. NO prepackaged, fake foods. Follow her simple recipes for egg breakfasts, soup or salad lunches, yogurt or hummus snacks, and meat and vegetable dinners. Okay, I can do that.
Obviously, I had good results. I'm a bad test case though, because I made a lot of substitutions for the fish and vegetables I don't like. But I followed the recipes in spirit, didn't cheat, and did so-so on the exercise part. She warned that you may be tired and headache-y from the sudden lack of sugars and carbs. Yes I was, but was that from the food or my sleeping disorder and menstruation side-effects? Who knows.
Anyway, this was a successful start to dieting. I am a little worried about moving into a broader range of food again. I plan to mix Jillian meals with my old diet food. Jillian's meals for the rest of the 90 days are much less strict, but I'm a really picky eater, especially with the dinners. Hopefully I don't fall into my old habits - too many carbs and sweet fruits, not enough variety in meat and vegetables. But my shopping list is nearly unrecognizable, so it looks like a good start!
This week's weigh-in: 135.6lbs
Goal weight: 133lbs
Let me start by saying this drop definitely includes bloating, which is usually about 2lbs for me. Even still, 4.2 pounds is a lot in one week. So what happened?
Well, remember my first post where I was all whiny and frustrated with dieting? Yeah, before this past week I had no motivation to diet and was sick of a lot of my diet foods. So I let myself eat whatever I wanted, because if dieting was going to make me miserable and I didn't care about my weight, what was the point? I ate McDonald's fries, Blizzards, chocolate, chip truck poutine, brownies, and pie. And it didn't make me feel better. At all.
Then Moose's family came up for the weekend. I ate okay but still had dessert and alcohol. Moose's mom looked at a recent picture of us on a phone and asked "Who's the pregnant woman?"
Ouch.
I jokingly said, "Well, now I know it's really time to diet." But at that moment, I was suddenly motivated again. (She also thought Moose was some random Asian guy, so I can't be TOO offended.)
So, how to change my diet foods. Well, I have this handy recipe booklet from Jillian that goes along with the Body Revolution workouts. Week 1: Boost Your Metabolism. For one week, eat no flour, sugar, or fruit. NO prepackaged, fake foods. Follow her simple recipes for egg breakfasts, soup or salad lunches, yogurt or hummus snacks, and meat and vegetable dinners. Okay, I can do that.
Obviously, I had good results. I'm a bad test case though, because I made a lot of substitutions for the fish and vegetables I don't like. But I followed the recipes in spirit, didn't cheat, and did so-so on the exercise part. She warned that you may be tired and headache-y from the sudden lack of sugars and carbs. Yes I was, but was that from the food or my sleeping disorder and menstruation side-effects? Who knows.
Anyway, this was a successful start to dieting. I am a little worried about moving into a broader range of food again. I plan to mix Jillian meals with my old diet food. Jillian's meals for the rest of the 90 days are much less strict, but I'm a really picky eater, especially with the dinners. Hopefully I don't fall into my old habits - too many carbs and sweet fruits, not enough variety in meat and vegetables. But my shopping list is nearly unrecognizable, so it looks like a good start!
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