Monday morning...got back on the scale this morning, and as I suspected it had moved upward...so...I did 40 minutes on the treadmill...did my three exercises that I have been working on and added a new one...my goal is to add a new exercise each week. I drank 12 cups of water and ended eating by 6:45 pm.
I chuckled as I walked around the house today. I am visiting my family and I know that we have a deep love affair going with food and in-activity. There are breads and ice creams (more than one kind). There are cookies and boxes of candy stashed here and there. There are frozen pizzas and brownie mixes and cans of nuts and bottles of coke and a random apple thrown in for good measure. There are leftovers and cupboard surprises and coffee, coffee, coffee. There are plans to meet at this and that restaurant. It is a good thing that my family does not drink. My Mother has said for years, "I can't control my food...what would I do with alcohol?" There is wisdom in that. I am glad that food is the problem...not alcohol, tobacco or other drugs. However, it still needs to be addressed. My family means well and knows how to eat. But like most Americans, when it comes to family get togethers and holidays...all head knowledge goes out the window.
My brother and his wife took their kids skiing all afternoon and that was good exercise. I got on the treadmill and gave it a whirl. I stopped eating at an early time and drank lots of water. But I feel a very hot bath coming on...and an early bedtime...can't stand around looking in the cupboards...keep starting over...day in and day out...
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