Last Friday, me and the fam went to Pizza Hut. Yep. Yours truly ate pizza. We ordered breadsticks (I ate one), and we each ordered a personal pan pizza. My guys gulped theirs down. I was able to eat 1.5 pieces. Which, I felt like was a lot. But, then I considered that for me, sometimes, bread products seem to behave like sliders. (And at other times, bread swells and I can't deal with it). But considering how I also ate most of a turkey burger on a lite bun (with most of the top portion of bun removed), I'd say bread is a slider for me. I know that crackers are, and cereal, so it makes sense that bread is.
Anyhow...I'm getting off topic. Back to Pizza Hut. I always talk about my former self, and my current self in regards to food. My former self would of made sure we ordered a double order of breadsticks, because I would of eaten at least 3. And for sure, we would of ordered a large pizza, because I would of packed away a good 3 slices. Also? I would of drank at least two glasses of Diet Coke with it. But the new me couldn't do that. And you know what? I was perfectly ok with that.
In 20 weeks, I've lost 90 pounds. That's pretty good, if you ask me. I have a completely different relationship with food than I did months ago. I don't eat because of the enjoyment I'll get from food. I eat because I have to, in order to survive. It's so different.
Tonight for dinner, my restriction was awesome. I mixed up a can of chicken (2 oz.) with 1 tbsp. low fat mayo, and then sliced a baby cucumber, a few mini heirloom tomatoes and threw a couple snow peas into the mix. Typically, I can pack away all that chicken. Tonight, not even close. It's funny how much it varies for me. Some days I'm so close to going over 800 calories, and I find myself obsessing about it. Other days, if I hit 600 it's a miracle. Funny how this sleeve business works!
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