One Day at a Time

There is an old gospel song with that very title and I can claim it as my own today.  Yesterday I had a fantastic sticking- to- program day.  I planned out my meals and ate them and nothing more.  Oh yes, I've planned meals before and then ate what I'd planned AND the rest of the refrigerator.  Not yesterday.  I was a good strawberry.  Today is a new day.  It is not complete so I'll save the hip hip hooray for tomorrow. 

I did make out a meal plan last night before the "zzzzzz"s began buzzing...(can we just do away with daylight savings???  PLEASE!!).   This morning I packed my lunch and ate my planned breakfast.  My tote for work is ready and make-up and hair done...I'm even dressed to my shoes! 

I really dislike having to think about food so much, you know?  I tried letting those early months of eating right and losing weight take over but my "old" self came back.  I was making unhealthy choices....like "what can one ice cream sandwich a night hurt?"  Plenty, I've now found out!  That wasn't the only thing I was eating! One ice cream sandwich invited a bag of popcorn to the party and pretty soon I was making homemade bread (and you know me and bread) and the pantry party continued.  I'm not able to go against my grain on auto-pilot yet.  I think it will take more than 3 months of working at it.  For now, Grainiacs, you're stuck with me taking it one day at a time...for how long?  God only knows.  But I will try to discuss other topics, like maybe the weather.  It is beautiful here in Rural, USA.  I wish I could walk to work but I'd have to start out an hour early and I'm just not up to that....yet!