As predicted, my weight loss has slowed down. Who could keep up 10 pounds a week anyway? I only lost 2 pounds this week, which I know is a great number, but is kind of depressing after all those weeks of dropping 4 or 6 pounds. At least I haven’t gained weight. That would be horrible.
It’s also started to settle in that I’m not actually on a diet, that I have instead changed the way I will eat for the rest of my life. Picking out the right foods at the grocery store is becoming more natural and easier. I don’t have to think too much when I pass up TV dinners with potatoes or rice in them, which is about 90% of all TV dinners, even the ones targeted as healthy choices.
Remarkably, I don’t really miss all the sweet crap I used to eat. I did want to have some stuffing the other day, but I lived without it. I find it amazing the strength of will I have to pass up bad foods, even when they’re right in front of me. I was out of TV dinners last week and had to order a sandwich up from the restaurant downstairs. I got a turkey sandwich and just ate the insides, discarding the bread and the ample serving of chips. And it wasn’t hard at all. I relish having such control over myself. It’s empowering in a totally different way than I’ve ever felt before.