D I E T…

That 4 letter word… the thought of it makes me grumpy. But there is no more avoiding the fact that it’s time. No matter how healthy I eat, how carefully I choose, if I don’t watch how many calorices I take in – the scale creeps – in an unfriendly direction. 

5lbs I hardly notice but 10?? My clothes are tight. Groan. The dreaded moment comes. The scale. Everyone has fears/phobias, mine lies with that small square platform and dates way back to years as a dancer who suffered through “weigh-ins.” If you don’t know this trauma, be thankful! Just imagine weighing publicly in front of all your friends 😜, and reprimanded or praised with added critiques.

On I get. Numbers are noted. Whew done. No pouting. There will be no drama over cheese (Oh, I do love cheese). I will not to cry about less Lilly’s chocolate. I will be measured and patient and not rush the process. No pills or potions, just a cut down on calories and add in more workouts. Add fake smile.

“My Plate” App, is my favorite for tracking what goes in and what comes off. It also awards activities like walking and gives credit for cleaning the house and mowing! It helps me see when I need protein or fewer carbs and encourages me to eat if I’ve gotten busy. 

All is well, the sun is still shining. I will survive…. even at 50. God is my strength ❤️

ForGlorySake! –Anna  
 

Egg white/flax meal pancake with drizzled agave ❤️
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