Today felt good. I took charge of my eating, and I feel really proud of myself. I weighed in. Sure enough, up 4.8 pounds. That brought me down in the morning, but I realized that all I can do is try again and again, so despite the setback, I moved on, and felt some genuine successes.
(even though it's contributing to poor Bolivians not being able to eat their native food anymore, forcing them into eating like Americans. I already had it. I don't know how much more frequently I'll be buying it), some grape tomatoes and a little feta cheese. Super good. Super healthy. Super filling.
I only am going to let myself get slightly side-tracked here: I am completely overwhelmed by how unethical our food systems are in this country. We are so completely broken. I feel like I can't eat anything without feeling guilty. I'm working really hard to find ways around this, but, man. It really, really sucks.
I've been getting dressed, every day. I have the pictures to prove it, but I'm only going to post yesterday's (because I looked adorable) and today's (so I'm back on task...not so much with the loving of the outfit).
Does it feel like I'm back? Not so Debbie Downer, not so woe is me? I hope so. This past month and a half have been kind of brutal, and I'm not sure why. I've tried to come out on top a few times and got pulled back under, but I'm feeling as good and motivated as I was when I started this a few months ago, which I hope I can continue to maintain.