Catching myself feeling apprehensive about eating out at a Chinese restaurant was the obvious clue I had slipped a touch.
There's no way I could or would want to divorce myself from restaurants and eating out.
But there was that twinge...
it's easier if I just eat at home
and hide
and not be real
It's amazing the instant lack of patience a person develops once they've decided to lose weight. it's like a clock suddenly starts working and ticking, loudly.
Yeah, I admit - I think I'm sprinting a bit right now. It's the transition to ultra-marathon I have on my list of things to be very aware of.
How does one transition to be eating for a healthy weight for life?
Is the rest of life a diet?
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