Yesterday, day 12, was pretty good eating wise. I went to a party to celebrate the promotion of my husband's co-workers and there was a load of food laid out. Good food, and good drink. But my choices were not my own and had to be made by my Spirit and not my Flesh. I had one wine cooler, and then 3 large cups of ice water. While everyone snarfed, I visited and told stories that made people laugh till they cried. (My favorite part of life) Towards the end of the night I got a small small bowl of 7 layer salad thingie, then one scoop of home made ice cream and the edge of one brownie. Then more water.
Yep, that's a far cry from what I normally would have done.
Then I sat around a table with several women, 2 who have had bi-pass surgery and lost a ton of weight, and talked about my fat fingers and back fat. Lots of laughter, which is good for their soul and mine. I'd rather talk about it and laugh about it while I'm changing instead of hide in a corner of my bedroom and cry myself into a tizzy.
Tizzy. Is that really a word?
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