I stepped on the scale this morning and was pleasantly surprised with the number that stared back at me. 155.2! I did not gain a single ounce over the holidays. Can I just tell you that’s NEVER happened. Except maybe when I was 7, or something like that.
One-fifty-five-point-two. Goodbye forever.
My personal goal this week is to concentrate on everything I put into my mouth. Because I’m so busy, I often eat while I’m doing 269 8 other things, like cutting up bananas, designing a blog, writing a post, mopping the floor, wiping my son’s butt, and answering 467 emails. Seriously. I’ll make myself something to eat and before I know it, the food is gone, and I honestly don’t even remember eating it. Sometimes I wonder if I did eat. That’s not good.
So starting today, I’m going to think about each bite. I’m going to chew it slowly. I’m going focus on each meal and realize that I’m fueling my body so I can do all those 269 8 things I have to do today.
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