I love food. This simple fact is the sole reason I had to join Weight Watchers. It's why I felt it necessary to lose 20 pounds. And, its the reason I started running (however, not the reason I keep running).
Now that I'm 20 pounds down, nothing has changed. I still like to eat. I salivate over cookbooks. I plan out my grocery lists based on all the delicious meals I plan to cook. The one thing that has changed is what I choose to eat. Gone are the days I buy packages of Swedish Fish from Fry's and down them in one sitting. Buying Grande Caramel Frappucinos is over too. I could, if I wanted to, but the desire is just no longer there.
Cam loved it!
Ok, I lie. Getting a toddler to eat well is like giving a cat a bath. The most I got her to eat was the spaghetti. The little smidgen of mushrooms on the side of her plate was all I could put on without greatly offending her. At least I can still get a "Good job, Mama" when I make her Kraft Macaroni and Cheese.
Hard to start my new "more real food" kick when I still feed her that stuff.