Well, it has been a few months now, since I actually weighed myself.
So I have had no idea of whether I am up, down or what.
My clothes have felt the same, I think? I have not been aware of anything getting particularly tighter or loser.
I have been active. Steadily training for my 22km half marathon, as well as a lot of walking, and some weights too.
I have been eating well. I have been eating whatever I want, whenever I want, as long as I am actually hungry.
I have been really trying to battle the emotional eating issues. I feel like I have won a lot of battles, if not the entire war.
I have not been calorie counting or obsessing over protein versus carbs. I have been mindful of fat content, do a degree.
I have been sleeping well. Getting to bed early at least three nights a week, which has been bliss, and a habit I plan on continuing forever. I love it. And I love that I am no longer exhausted or cranky.
So, life, and my diet, and my journey to lose weight has been relaxed. Very chilled.
No pressure on myself at all.
And the result?
I feel happy.
I feel balanced.
I do not feel deprived.
I do not feel like I have dropped the reigns or fallen off the wagon, or slid off the tracks.
I do not feel guilty.
It is a good feeling.
But I AM going to weigh myself tomorrow.
I feel the need to get back into it a little.
Shed some more weight.
I'd like to drop a few more kilos, maybe a dress size.
So I will weigh in tomorrow. And then again next week.
And hope that I lose.
But stay chilled about it.
D'you reckon that'll work?