Maybe I got ahead of myself. I have fewer than two pounds left to lose over the course of two weeks. Not impossible, but I am more concerned with what happens after that. I've been good -- for the most part, that is. Sunday we hosted a sweet tea party for my daughters and nieces which was really just a sugar filled fiesta. Fun, but far be it from anything healthy. Once in awhile is okay. All four of these girls normally eat quite healthy and besides they are energetic children. However, I did make the food and of course sampled along the way. Today I feel gross. Lethargic doesn't even begin to depict how I feel physically. I feel like an elderly cat. My joints don't hurt, so I know it's not the beginnings of a Lupus flare, but it's just a bleccch kind of feeling.
I had pretty much cut sugars out of my diet. Not natural ones of course, but I started drinking my coffee black. Stopped eating things made with refined flours. Clean eating most of the time. Cheat day (donut) after I lost the first five pounds, for my anniversary dinner (Chicago pizza and ice cream), and then yesterday. Does it matter that I was standing up the whole time I "sampled" the tea sandwiches, white cheddar mac, and vanilla bean cupcakes? Eh, I know it doesn't, but dang if I didn't wish it did.
My husband was wondering what my weakness has been. Without batting an eyelash, I said "sweets". I am a sweets fanatic. I could live off of fresh baked French bread and desserts for the rest of my life. Granted, it wouldn't be a very LONG life on that kind of diet, but that is just how much I am addicted. Cutting out excess breads, flours, desserts, etc, has been the hardest part of this whole bet. I've done it before. A number of years ago I did Atkins for about six months, but my migraines were made much worse and eventually I just got sick of not eating anything good. I know it's all about moderation and healthy habits and I am getting there. But it isn't easy. Not by a long shot.
*sigh* I'll work out tonight.