One day at a time

My weight is going down v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y. Crawling. This, of course, is no big mystery considering that I have been a giant couchon lately. Doesn't everything sound better in French? That's pig to all you anglophiles (well, not necessarily anglophiles but, you know, English speakers...). Lovely. Yes, a pig. My lesson here is that I won't always be a saint (again, no surprise there folks). The idea is to manage and not totally l ose control while recognizing that visits and parties and holidays still happen on the mission. I can enjoy them without going wild. And, more importantly, without shredding myself when I do enjoy them. I have reveled in the small moments that I begin to value myself as more than just a huge glob of fat. I like looking in the mirror and occasionally thinking "this is going to be okay. I will make it." A welcome departure from my usual convos with myself! My drastic plan to lose 20 pounds by the end of the year is drastically off track. I will shoot for 5 or 8 and realize that that is better than zero. Or better than heading in the other direction. I continue to remind myself that this is a process and I have to find something I can live with. (But really, I know that finding a healthier lifestyle is something that I won't live without.)
The park is getting cold but walking there is still such a pleasure. It's dog heaven in the mornings when they all congregate and misbehave like enthusiastic little puppies. Pure joy in fur coats (and, now, funny sweaters too).