a couple of weeks ago, i attempted to share my fitness regime and ended
up talking about cheesecake instead. this post, however is as serious
as a heart attack.
one month ago, i made a sober self, size, and well being assessment. i
was still heartbroken at my last child hopping out of the nest all the way
to brazil and tending to my heart with a huge scoop of vanilla haagen
dazs and chocolate syrup every night.
as i stepped away from my calorie laden addiction, i made a firm commit-
ment to myself:
- no more ice cream fiestas after dinner
- as many fruits and vegetables as i can stand
- low carb for dinner
- drastically smaller portions but every 3-4 hours during the day
- lots of exercise, weight training, and water
at first, it was very uncomfortable. i made myself stop eating even when
i still wanted "more, please." but, amazingly, just one month later i am
enjoying satisfying and nutritious meals but am no longer able to eat
large portions. my stomach now tells me, "no more, please."
i am also adjusting to my new life with hans, which includes bike rides,
long walks, travel, and very soon a trip to brazil to see our sweet daughter!
and yes, my jeans fit quite comfortably again. no way, i'm telling the size!
love,
lea
"on this mountain the Lord will prepare a feast of rich food for all
people, a banquet of aged wine- the best of meats and the finest
of wines." isaiah 25:6
