So now I’m back, from outer space…Okay, obviously I’m not Gloria Gaynor, but I will survive this packing. It’s been a rough couple of days on the home front. The conditions in the house are not the best since we are in transition. We’re heading back to the East coast, and that’s exciting, but not while dieting.
I’ve got the very basics to cook with, and that’s difficult, but I do eat the way I should now that I’m using my kitchen. The diet is so much easier to adhere to, but I have a single pot, small pan, large pan and a couple of utensils to work with. I actually had to buy a sharp knife because I forgot and packed it away. I wish I could blame that on the diet, but I did that before leaving for Statesboro.
My weight is steadily decreasing, and I’ve lost 10 lbs. since I began my journey. I should be further along, but I had far too many cheats while in Statesboro. I’m a bit anxious that I won’t be lean enough, but I keep thinking I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. Let me say that one more time. I can do this. I still have 10 weeks, five days left, and I can do this! I also plan to come in with more muscle so I can’t go by weight. In my case, I’ll have to see how well my abdomen comes in. I’m not one to carry a lot of added weight in my lower body, so my waist is the gauge. My posing suit from Vandella Costumes will also be a factor. Which, by the way, I cannot wait to see. I know its’ going to be beautiful.
Anyhow, I rode the chariot today. I forgot what it’s truly like in a love/hate relationship. I hated getting on the stair climber, but felt completely fabulous once off.