I am beginning my third week of self-imposed calorie counting.
Due to financial constraints, we have quit the YMCA and I have found that my 'safety net' of thinking 'Oh, I'll just exercise and make up for eating that…' is gone. I think knowing that I will have to ride a real bike (on these treacherous hills) or actually (gulp) walk on a real road is unlikely to happen often, so I have to drastically reduce my calories intake starting with smaller portions, better choices and ending with no eating after 6pm. It has certainly helped my resolve.
I actually think I would be more successful if I didn't eat at the family table at night. We are all together and all the foods that I like and I sit there and over-eat. I don't think I can get DH to go along with it, but a few times I have eaten while I cook (which I sometimes do anyway) and then *don't* sit down or just sit with my Crystal Lite for a few minutes and join in the conversation, then get up. Once even I told him that if he was going to be late, I would definitely going to eat early and not eat with everyone (so there).
I am happy to say that I am down to 185 (so, down about 4 lbs. from two weeks ago). Of course, I haven't weighed myself this morning and we went out to dinner Saturday night. I LOVE steak and we had a gift certificate for a great restaurant and I got a NY strip and you will be proud to know that it was a bit more done than I like, so I ate half and gave Tony the other half. The mashed potatoes (that I usually love) weren't fabulous… so more good news, I didn't eat much of it. Okay, I overdid the bread… it was awesome.
We chose Saturday night because it would be the last time for awhile we would all be together as Christina leaves tomorrow to go back to NY to start a 9-5, Monday-Friday job for the entire summer.
I know I need to work exercise into this plan, just not sure how at this point.