Settling In vs. Complacency

I'm beginning to settle into this diet. The pantry has shifted so that I can easily settle on something for dinner. Sunday afternoon vegetable shopping is starting to become the norm. 

I am not fixating on everything I put into my mouth, so much.

I'm not recording my food, or even looking at the South Beach Diet app, even though I'm paying $5 a week to keep it. You know, that $5/week that will keep me motivated to keep on going.

Just like my gym membership...Um.....when is the last time I went to the gym?

Ok, I'm still doing good, but I've plateau'd a bit, and I realize I have tagged up to a bit of complacency. 

Vodka tonic on a summer night? Ok, I'll have 3.

Relationship crumbling, and spend the day arguing? Fuck it, I'm not cooking, just order a pizza.

Pork rind encrusted tilapia? Not *really* allowed, but it's still zero carb! TeeHee.

One serving of peanuts? Ok, that was good, how about one more.

These changes are likely to tip my 1500 calories (or whatever) over to 2000, which is going to slow down my weight loss. Which is going to frustrate me, while I really think I'm making a true effort. 

I don't want to become complacent. i want to continue to make good choices, and pass on the bad ones.

I've had a lousy couple of weeks in a shaky relationship, and at the end of the day, sliding into a pair of jeans a size smaller and knowing that I'm forging ahead and doing good things for myself has been gratifying.

5 days of camping awaits me. There will be a lot of alcohol. Brownies. Someone will make funnel cakes one night. Jell-O shots, and pasta salad and a plethora of other stuff that I can. not. eat. I'm trying to gear up for that now.

The camper is packed with spinachs and avocados, and a ton of fresh vegetables. Eggs over black beans and brown rice for breakfast will get me through light lunches and a simple piece of grilled meat with a salad for dinner. A 12-pack of club soda and a 12-pack of diet tonic are packed, as is low-cal, low-carb beer.

Walking, hiking, biking, swimming await me.

Must stay on track! I'm only on my 10 pounds, second time, at this point!

Back in the Saddle

This, I believe, would have been the point, in my past dieting attempts, in which I would have thrown in the towel. A long tiring week at our annual meeting had us up early, on our feet all day, and out the door late to find dinner. We had good intentions, going out on day 1 to purchase salad fixins, and they did save a couple of days. But when faced with the choice of fixing a salad on your hotel desk at 11:30 p.m., or getting up at 4:45 to have some extra time...ya pretty much just pass on the salad.

Our other choices were eggs boiled until they'd bounce, and the guts out of a plate of 3-inch sandwiches. Yes, I ate all of that too, but at the end of the day, I wanted something hot and filling. And alcoholic.

So, I didn't go balls-out gonzo, but by week's end, I didn't much care about the diet.

I gained 3 pounds.

What to do, then, but put it into the South Beach app, and head to Aldi to stock up on this week's veggies.

For dinner tonight, sauteed squid on cauliflower rice.

It was delicious.