What I don’t do….
Step on a scale.
April 7, 2012
Last summer I gave myself a little gift…I stopped weighing myself. You see I had become obsessed with a number I had no relationship to…so I stopped.
Well, a couple of weeks ago, as it warmed up, I go in my closet to throw on a pair of summery type pants.
They don’t fit.
UGH…almost immediately my ugly old voices rushed though my brain, saying all sorts of stuff…
“I knew you would never keep it off.”
“See, you did fail.”
“Time to give up, this is never gonna stick.”
I literally shook my head…and walked out of my closet, away from my clothing, sat down in the kitchen and said..ok…what is going on? I stopped drinking ..completely, in December so logically I should have slimmed down even more right?…hmm…oh ….RIGHT.
It started with sushi in December or January..and the rice did not trigger any bloating or swelling…so, I added rice to a meal once in a while. As I sat at my table…trying to quiet the ugly voices…I realized that rice had come back in as a full time visitor. Sort of parked itself not only on my table but on my butt.
“But I don’t react to it…there is no swelling no upset tummy…nothing.”
Ah but Mona…what are you NOT eating because rice has taken a spot on your plate….
“oh…oh…ok I get it…I am not eating enough veggies….but…but… dammit. All rice does is transmit butter to my mouth.”