Well Week 4 has rolled along. This week a little tougher because I was out of my comfort zone (home) again. Strolling through supermarkets with my mother and more donuts and cakes on display than my little area at home not to mention all the little cafes. So much more temptation. But, honestly, all I saw was packets and cans and jars of sugar. So wasn't tempted really. What I realised was that what I missed was the comfort of a hot cappacino and cake. That's what my favourite was - my compensation for life's ills. It made me feel cosy warm and safe. Dammit! I know this is better and I feel better and I'm losing weight but trying to replace that feeling is hard. The kids have moved out and have their own lives, I quit work and moved house and live alone. I've been trying to find work but hard in a small community. I try to throw myself into working on the house and garden, but that 'secure' feeling that 'habit' food gives you - hard to break. Even knowing there are substitutions (does make it easier) but I'm a little scared if I make a cake or something I will be tempted to eat more than I should. But to more cheerful things -
Drum roll please - 2lb (total of 10lbs for the month) consigned to the universe to find a new home
(hopefully on some weight deprived person who will appreciate it).