I went shopping tonight.
For dress pants.
Shopping for pants sucks! Shopping for fitted "fancy" pants really sucks.
No big shock. I didn't find anything that fit.
I texted the husband: "Nothing fits. Going to Costco. Food fits".
He wrote back: "Buy some bread".
SHEESH! Such a guy response.
Here's the thing.... I could have gone upstairs to the "plus" section. I could have found a pair of pants to wear. I could have, but I didn't. From about the age of 13 forward I was destined to shop either upstairs or downstairs (depending on the store), but never could I shop on the main floor with the regular girls. When I went shopping with friends I had to just "browse" because I knew nothing in their section would ever fit me.
At some point in this weight loss adventure I started being able to shop on the main floor. I'm not going upstairs. I can't.
I left the mall in a state of panic.
Candy at Costco. That was what I needed.
Pulled out of the mall and started to turn in to Wendy's to get a Frosty. Except I didn't. I may have uttered some inappropriate language about how this stuff needed to end and how eating a frosty was really dumb.
I got in the right lane and drove to Costco.
Pulling in to Costco I knew what I needed to do. I needed food for the week. Real food. Food that I would buy, take home, and prep. Food that would fill me up and be quick to prepare and eat.
I started shopping (yes, I remembered the bread). I got spinach, sugar snap peas, strawberries, trail mix, grapes, baby carrots, cucumbers, chicken breast, chicken strips, chicken in a can (hmmm...that's a lot of chicken), tomatoes, frozen berries, cliff bars, and some smoked salmon.
I came home...
|I portioned out veggies for the next 3 days|
|I boiled eggs|
|I measured trail mix|
Here's the honest truth- I have been eating CRAP and lots of it. I've been not eating enough and then overeating at night. I can't remember the last time I drank enough water. I'm pushing my body physically through exercise and then rewarding it with unhealthy food.
This can't continue.
I can't shop upstairs.
“There are no secrets to success. It is the result of preparation, hard work
and learning from failure.” Colin Powell
I know what to do.
Now to do it....