a different kind of work in progress

If you know me much,

you know that I struggle with my weight.

As in,

me and my fat

fight.

a lot.

And for the past 14 months,
despite my best efforts,

the fat has been winning.

And frankly,

I am quite sick of it.

I decided that from our anniversary (Aug 8th)

to my birthday (Sept 30th)

sugar, in any form except the occasional bite of fruit

and wheat

would not pass my lips.

At all.

It's not like I ate much of either,

but I did allow it to sneak in here and there

in the form of an occasional 1/2 of one of those skinny sandwich buns

or a low carb tortilla.

A 1/2 cup of ice cream

or maybe an oreo or two.

A buttered cracker.

A half of a protein bar.

Some peanut butter m&ms, warmed to perfection...

~

I am happy to report that except for communion crackers on Sundays

(I pick the very smallest piece on the tray)

and a very tiny bite of Tyler's burger once, 

after he kept insisting it was the very best burger he'd ever eaten in his life

I have ingested no wheat.

none.

notta.

zip.

And sugar?

the same.

Except twice, accidentally.

Once,

I ordered a Southwest Salad from McDonald's.

It wasn't until I'd eaten 1/2 the salad that I thought to check the dressing.

11 grams of sugar!

Darn it!!

I really liked that salad.

And Monday, 

returning from visiting friends in TX,

(where I quietly declined on all sorts of deliciousness)

we stopped to get snacks and I chose beef jerky.

Because what could be wrong with dried beef??

Sugar.

that's what.

It wasn't real beef jerky : /

I had one small piece before checking the label.

Darn it again!

~

Even with my faux pas,

I am quite pleased with myself.

Being so conscious about what I eat (or don't eat, rather)

has caused me to watch,

more carefully,

everything I put in my mouth.

When I cook,
I am a picker.

But I've found that in the past month,

I've picked a whole lot less than usual.

Sometimes I'll have dinner completely ready and realize I haven't tasted it once!

Do I feel better? 

Has the scale been kind to me?

Honestly, 

no.

But I'm pretty darn proud of my willpower anyways.

I almost feel like my sister :-)

I've said "No" to 

warm fresh bread at Longhorn Steakhouse

brownies

(sitting on my counter for 3 days.

Three days, People, and not one nibble)

smore's while camping

peanut butter m&ms

banana splits

the last Ritz, taunting me in its crinkly package

croissants

Krispy Kreme donuts

and countless generous offers of "Would you like a bite of  'x'?"

I've passed on all these things,

but I haven't felt deprived

and sorry for myself;

I feel "go me!"