when I can walk past the cupcake store multiple times and not have even the most fleeting desire to go in.
The only parking place I could find today was right in front of the cupcake store. So I hit the grocery store and the bank (it’s half way between them) and walked past the window filled with the freshest of fresh delicious cupcakes several times (because I forgot to get lemons at the grocery store and so had to go back) without a single twinge.
Hooray for me. I am SO happy to be in this place.
I know I have a long way to go (like the rest of my life
), but after over a year of starts and stops … with the starts sometimes barely lasting a day … it is so great to feel firmly on the path.
And I remember this feeling. Not just from the first part of this journey when I lost the first ~40 pounds, but from the years and years when I didn’t have a weight problem. Life wasn’t a series then of on or off a diet. Life just was. I fully admit that I was much more active then (as any mother of young kids will testify), but I never belonged to a gym and never counted a single calorie. I just ate when I was hungry and realize now I ate almost exactly like I’m eating now … lots of vegetables and proteins with some fruit and dairy without a lot of grains.
Do I think this is it? Well, I sure hope it is, but I know that I need to stay cognizant that as easily as I arrived in this place I can just as easily leave. All it takes is my listening to that voice coming back and telling me I deserve, I can, I should be able to eat that cupcake or cupcakes.
Is it crazy to be this happy about how well things are going at one week in? Probably, but I take my happiness where I can find it.





