This week I feel like my changes are bedding in. It's routine for me to make a salad to eat with lunch, just as it is to prepare vegetables to steam or stir-fry with dinner. It's routine now for me to have no snacks if I have an after-work drink . It's routine for me to have a piece of fresh fruit in the morning and/or afternoon.
And I don't crave crap food any more. Well most of the time anyway. Once or twice I have thought, some chippies would be nice tonight, but then remember they are not chic, and I stop thinking about them.
Is this really me?
And when in the supermarket I remembered how nice the Cadbury Dairy Milk chocolate tasted when I had it a few weeks before, I stopped myself and reminded myself that Dairy Milk isn't a 1-2 squares type of chocolate, it's eat the entire large size in one night with your husband. Not chic. So I didn't buy it and instead had a square or two of the dark chocolate I already had at home.
I really do take it day by day though, as I'm terrified of waking up to how I used to be, Miss All or Nothing. Now I'm Miss (or should I say Mrs) Balanced In The Middle.
My weight is still steady. It hasn't dropped and is similar to the second week but I have noticed my midriff/torso feels slimmer. My stomach doesn't poke out quite so much! I have heard it said before that you can weigh the same and yet appear or measure smaller. I think this is what I am doing.
We were out for dinner this week with a big group of friends for a birthday party. The birthday girl is from Europe and is pregnant. I was talking with her and asking how she was. She said she found it hard eating 'safe' foods and really missed her salads, as she could only eat them if they were freshly washed, so mostly at home. She couldn't prepare them beforehand to take into work or purchase, as this wasn't considered safe.
She is sometimes looked down upon by some as being uptight or too strict and her slimness is testament to the fact she is 'no fun' according to some of the more oaf-ish (my words) people in the group of friends. What she actually is, is European!
Even though I am becoming European in my eating habits, my husband often says I am very European in my dress. He says this European friend and I are the most similar in the way we dress, and quite different from our local friends. I take this as a huge compliment!
I wore a beige wool beret in at the beginning and out of the restaurant at the end as it was a very cold evening, and she said how much she liked it. Praise from a chic European person is high praise indeed.