Slow Down, Sister

It only took a week and the progress has slowed.  Actually, perhaps it's my enthusiasm.  I did lose a pound this week, so I should be thrilled.  But, in true Veruca Salt form, I want more and I want it NOW! In my mind, that whole nine months on, nine months off thing is bullshit. In my revisionist history, it felt like I peed on the stick and gained 50 pounds immediately. Oh well.  Slow and steady, right?

It probably didn't help that we went to San Diego for a few days of "vacation" the past few days. My mom's house isn't exactly a domain of healthy eating. She bought the 12-pack of cinnamon rolls at Costco for our breakfast.  To my credit, I mostly resisted (except for a few nibbles from Gus's half eaten one), and what I did eat, I accounted for. But then there was the trip to Legoland and then to DZ Akins and then to Corvette Diner.  Oddly enough I was craving salads, so that worked to my advantage. It was really more about the portion sizes. What is it about having a plate of food in front of you that makes it impossible to stop munching?

So, despite my impatience, I'm 4.5 pounds down.  A half more pound and I get to treat myself to something I've been wanting to buy for awhile - a Ped-Egg.  It's this little pumice stone like thing that I've heard people rave about. I'm having soft feet envy with my daughter.  So, it's my way to celebrate.  Whatever keeps me motivated, right?