Looked in the Mirror today and saw I have regained some weight

Looking in the mirror has always been problematic for me. I have never felt that I like myself or that I look good enough. When I began the FT I literally forced myself to look in the mirror. Not that it was easy, because I had convinced myself for such a long time that I was not fat, that I looked passable. It was hard to honestly look, but so worth it, because once I looked, I really SAW.

And today I really SAW. Once again.

Once you see the problem, once you admit it, then you can begin to SOLVE it. Since then, the mirror has been my scale. I have made myself look, and photograph too, so I can look again if need be.

For me at the moment the solution will be two fold. First, get back to the FT basics that fell a bit by the wayside as I struggled through the holidays. It doesn't take much to get off track, which is of course the major disadvantage of this way of eating. You have to keep going, on the straight and narrow, at least 80 percent of the time.

If not, the belly returns, slow but steady. Go over that 100 carb limit, and what Mark calls slow and insidious weight gain will be your reward. All I can say is, he is right.

So back to basics once again. My second solution involves tight pants. Tight pants keep you honest, and remind you every minute you wear them to be vigilant. So, tight pants it is.

All my size 8 skinny jeans still fit just fine, and I want them to stay that way.

Jan 1 2012 Staying the Course in the Year 2012

I have tried again and again to get back into blogging with little success. Not sure why any enthusiasm for the act of blogging eludes me this time, but since blogging was helpful to me before I am going to try once again.

 I am feeling like I need to refine and re-energise my focus in order to stick to my eating plan and continue to lose more weight. So here I am. The best is yet to come...this is what I want to send out into the ethos, that positive vibe, and that, I CAN DO THIS/I WILL DO THIS  feeling.

Once again I am not sure if I can. Once again I am not sure if success is a given. Once again I feel like I will be stepping off the edge of a cliff without a parachute, but be that as it may, off I go. I have learned in the past to believe that I can, regardless of my fears, to proceed as if my success IS in fact a given, to take it a step at a time, a meal at a time, a moment at a time.

Here I go world, the best IS yet to come...