Can’t fall down on the posting on Day 2 already, so this is
just a super-quick check in a I’ve been working since 9 am (and it’s now nearly
11 pm.)
It’s been more than a week of on-plan eating and exercise,
and I felt sufficiently good to try on a black faux fur jacket offered to me,
rather randomly, by the tiny Chinese girl who lives downstairs. She’s moving
and doesn’t need it. Somewhat unbelievably, it fit -- and my super-stylist friend even approved of it -- though I will have to
pretend it’s bracelet-sleeved, as technically the sleeves are a little too short. I’m not sure I’ve ever inherited clothing from anyone that I actually wanted
(as opposed to fat-type clothes I would take because I couldn’t face the shops
in my size – or didn’t want to spend money at a size I hoped I wouldn’t stay
at.) It's a nice feeling.
The coat episode then made me sufficiently bold (ha!) to
bring my skinniest of skinny jeans to the gym without a backup pair, and I’m
pleased I was able to work in them all day. Part of my recovery over these past
two years – along with the not weighing myself -- has been not hiding out in
gym clothes, meaning stretchy things. (And I get dressed in proper clothes
every single day, even if all I’m doing is sitting around my flat writing.)
Today was a hungry day, meaning things I eat on other days
(and they work fine) feel like they barely touch the sides. If I can guess in
the morning that it’s going to be a hungry day – and I can’t always tell – I do
stick to what I know works. It often keeps me from spending ages trying to
decide if I’ve had enough / what extra I should eat, which can be a disaster
when I’m hungry anyway. Today I had an extra piece of fruit after my afternoon
snack (porridge with maple syrup). Still hungry. Luckily I managed to distract
myself for a bit, got engrossed in the work, and when I looked up it was time
for dinner.
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