Still Backing Away From the Edge of the Cliff

I think I did pretty well for my first holiday test. The Fourth of July to me is potlucks and barbecues with all the food none of us eat except at those events. I brought diet soda with me and drank one to fill up my stomach with bubbles before we ate. I also brought a divided plate. I filled the largest part with spinach salad and the small sections with fruit and baked chicked (peeled the skin off). I'm sure there was plenty of naughty dressing on the salad, but it was day about making a better choice. I only had a bite of the brownies I brought.

Later when we barbecued with friends, I wanted steak so I had it, but cut down the proportion to a proper size, had a bite of the macaroni salad I love, and filled the rest of the plate with zucchini. Again, just a bite of dessert. Later when we went to the movies, I was too full to want anything from the snack counter.

I felt the day was successful. Sunday, I wasn't ready yet to journal again and think hard about making good choices. But I was content to read and try again to be at peace with my perception of hungry. This morning I weighed in without a gain, I'm back to journaling and feel good about the weekend. It doesn't feel like a success when you're just trying to fix something that's broken, put it back the way it was or should be. I feel rather like I'm biding my time while my body does all the work. Until I can exercise again, time is the only thing that will give me the changes I'm trying to make.