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Cupcakes and cookies and ice cream- OH MY!

7 days down, however many more to go!

The last 7 days I've been detoxing from all the sugar/caffeine/processed goodness* in my body. We did inadvertantly eat sugar yesterday at Mimi's Cafe since we hadn't eaten lunch and they put a basket of bread in front of us.

There were no survivors. 

We were celebrating our fabulous mamas, and I won't even lie, I went to town on my dinner. But we didn't eat lunch, so I think it balanced out (it wasn't on purpose; we don't skip meals normally). The french fries on the menu were staring me down though, and my heart said "YES! GET IN MY MOUTH!", but my face said "nope. not happenin'."

Know what happened because of decisions like that over the last 7 days?

I lost 6 lbs. Boom. 



I don't care how old I get, this will always be one of my favorite movies. 
There's still a long, long, looooong way to go, but overall I'm feeling pretty good. It's weird, for a girl who's spent 3/4 of her life obsessed with her weight, I don't actually care that much that I lost 6 lbs. I mean it's great, and that's 6 less pounds hangin' out on my body, but I don't feel like that's made me a better person or made a significant difference on my frame. I don't mean that in a bad way, of course. My friend and I were discussing this earlier and she pointed out that it means I'm on the right track and making wise choices, and winning the kitchen battle. All true, and I appreciate it, but I don't find my value in my weight like I used to.

It's freeing, really. I weighed myself a few times last week and at first I felt those old tremors of anxiety creep up on me, until I remembered that the scale isn't what matters. What matters above all else is how I feel about my body, how my clothes fit, and then my measurements. Don't misread that I don't take my health seriously, because I do, but in terms of my self love, my measurements are a little low on the list. :o)

As for what we're eating, there's been lots of overnight oatmeal for breakfast, popcorn, fruit, and cashews for snacks, and we finally made the peanut butter banana ice cream. Yuuuum. It's not the same as the ice cream I'm dying for inside, but it'll do. =)


We're going to Toronto next week for a few days (we have people housesitting; don't come stealing our dog! =P ) next week, and I am psyyyyched. We're making arrangements for snacks for the trip, and are probably going to take overnight oatmeal for breakfasts so we don't have to eat out as much. But oh-ho, Tim Horton's. We will be together.

I'm comin' for you, sweet thaaaang. 
How's everyone doing? Any fun new recipes?? :)

xo
A Redhead

*Note: Yes yes yes. I know. There's no "goodness" in processed foods. Other than their tasty, tasty, chemical makeup. I'm lookin' at you, Cheetos. 

Comments

  1. you make me smile...keep up the great work!

    (Knowing the love of a good man beats "the scale" any day!)

    "the girl that doesn't know how to change her maiden name on some social media"

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  2. 1000% agree about the love of a good man. =)

    Thanks friend!

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