I am not capable of being a hare, so tortoise it will be. And yes, I do feel like I'm winning the race.
I feel like I'm at another watershed weight; my mental image of myself is shifting again. I feel a little destabilized because of it, but pleased at the same time. Perhaps it is because my mediums are starting to get loose and I am headed for smalls across the board. Not there yet, but right on the line between the two. I have a hard time wrapping my head around that. I look in mirrors far too much, more from surprise than vanity, I think. I have to reprogram my head to fit the new reality and it's going to take a while. It's a weird feeling, like I'm not sure how to take it. Which one is the real me? My old mental image, or that other person in the mirror? One of them will have to succumb to the other eventually and I really hope the gal in the mirror wins.
I was at 144 again this morning, and this time it wasn't a quick stab down from being emptier than normal. I can feel the difference. (I can feel every pound at this point, which is also very strange.) This means I am in a good staging ground for attacking new lows.
Made a tuna chowder for supper this evening, which was very nice on a cold day. I also had lots of root vegetables to use up, so this made a bit of a dent in the pile. Also made for a carbier (yes, spell-check, I know that is not a real word) meal than I normally have, but I figured a little seasonal eating was a good thing. And I had just come back from an afternoon of errands and walked back 2.5 km in the twilight, so I figured it couldn't do too much damage. I sauteed some onion with bacon, then cooked the veggies and tuna (and a fresh tomato) in chicken broth and added a splash of cream in my bowl - so nice! And parsley and thyme and black pepper too. Full contented tummy now. I might not see any 143 tomorrow morning... LOL!
I'm back to my late-breakfast, two-meal routine. I'm comfortable with that, and it seems to work well for me most of the time. Although it was good to shake things up a bit with my trip to Montreal and the subsequent leptin sort-of reset. Got me out of my rut.
5'2", 55 years, Primal since April. Pre-Primal weight loss, from 216.6 to 157.8
Primal low: 140.2 (Dec. 3) Goal weight: 135?
Main Primal goal: beating back my CFS enough to function more normally and start writing again
More and more, our life has been governed by specialists, who know too little of what lies outside their province to be able to know enough about what takes place within it.
- Lewis Mumford