Sometimes I forget to eat. In those moments, I feel like there is hope for me. Not because I want to stop eating altogether. That certainly wouldn't be healthy. There is hope because I didn't think about food for an hour. If I can stop thinking about food for an hour, then there is hope that food won't consume so much of my thoughts. When I get to that point, I don't think my weight will be much of an issue any more.
I know I haven't posted in a while. I'm not attended Weight Watchers any more. Financially, it just wasn't a good fit for our family. Joseph and I are still trying to make better decisions about food.
I had a doctor's appointment the other day, and I weighed in at 283.0. That means I'm down 17 pounds. No complaints here!
