So, the first day of the new diet. I weighed myself in so I had a real starting weight. I know where I stand. I could be sad at how far I let things go but I refuse to let it upset me.
Just motivate me.
So, I woke up and decided to do the first thing I remember being good at two years ago. Listening to my stomach. Not my head. Not my heart. They say to eat and eat and eat. My stomach has to carry that weight. I grabbed some coffee and let my stomach decide what I wanted for breakfast. After a few sips, I found I wasn’t super hungry.
Normally I would have a bagel with lots of cream cheese and lox. Eat to the point where I felt uncomfortable. I stopped listening to my stomach.
Tiny step in the morning. I hope to keep making those steps as the week goes on.
