I am reading a lot of comments that people's feet are sore, and I'm so glad mine are not. My chest on the other hand? How is it that the push up bars make such a difference? Ouch! The weekend was a success. I took Patrick's advice about keeping my mouth and hands busy and picked at half a salt-free brown rice cake for over an hour today... it wasn't necessarily satisfying (though I wasn't exactly hungry) but I did pick each tiny piece of rice off and then kind of let each one melt in my mouth... it occupied my time anyway.
Lesson of the weekend - Friday night I had allotted myself half a whole wheat bun to go along with my salad for supper. But then I forgot about it. When I remembered I muttered something out loud like "oh, I was going to have this with supper, I'm not really hungry for it now but I'm just going to have a bit of peanut butter on it..." My husband just looked at me and said "if you're not hungry don't eat it".
Duh. Old habits, I guess!
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