I've been saying this for two days and I think it's hilarious. I feel like I'm just a walking women's magazine cliche. New year, new you. So damn stupid.
I am really glad that I started this endeavor before the new year so it didn't feel so "resolution-y".
Yesterday wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I didn't get a chance to eat breakfast, lunch was a boca chikn sandwich and then picking at everything I was cooking all day long. Dinner was, well, a feast. I made mass quantities of mediterranean food and it was ridiculously good. Especially the spinach pie and baklava. Everything I made was vegan, and with the exception of the things I made with phyllo dough, rather healthy.
I've gotten used to eating less and being more conscious of being full. Normally I would have eaten so much last night, but I kept things really under control (okay, I probably had a piece or two too many of that baklava).
I haven't exercised in a few days, and think I'm going to try and do Bar Method tonight (I've finally cleared a space in my bedroom for exercising). On Monday, now that Vegs is going back to work, I'm going to try and get to the gym at 6 in the morning before he or the kid are up and at 'em. It's imperative that I exercise in the mornings so that I can know what my caloric intake should look like, I don't fare well living in my own debt (ie; eating and then not exercising).
This is going well. I know it hasn't even been a full week yet, but, this doesn't seem out of control, in fact, I feel really confident and good about it.