I swear I would love nothing more than to have dinner at the Mexican place down the street. I’d even be willing to walk, with rain coming, with my achy foot. I know exactly what I’d order, in what order I’d eat it, where I’d sit, who would wait on us, and what we’d likely talk about. I’d complain on the way home about how my stomach hurts and how I need to quit eating so much, but I’d still suggest stopping for ice cream.

Damn. Good times, in a sort of twisted way. They’re not over, just on the back burner until I control the downward slide that happens each time I give a little.

I lost 9.2 lbs this week. Or exactly 1 lb if you go by the weight prior to vacation. Good news is I lost all vacation weight + one pound in a week … but … whatever. I expected it. I’m finding that I don’t get overly excited about losses anymore. I’m sure I’ll be excited once I pass the 200 point, which I’m 1.4 lbs from, but only because I haven’t been below 200 in 7 or 8 years, maybe more. Honestly, I’m not sure I ever thought I’d make it this far. It seemed impossible.

I’ve lost 70.6 pounds as of today.

Jon did the weekend meal planning and grocery shopping today, so I don’t really know what the plan is past today. I had 2 fried eggs for breakfast (with about 3 cups of black coffee – a habit I’m unlikely to break). I had the standard salad, cheese stick and applesauce for lunch. I was pretty hungry when I got home from work and knew we’d be eating dinner fairly late, so I ate a yogurt/strawberries/blueberries/walnuts combo. Now? I’m starving and (not so) patiently waiting for dinner, which is grilled pork chops, kale (sauteed w/olive oil and onions) and black beans. I’m planning to have a peach afterward.

My totals for today: 1507 cals, 85.8g fat, 111.5g carbs, 80.1g protein. I feel like I should eat more since the calories are low, but I’m not hungry … so I’m not going to.

It doesn’t go unnoticed that I likely ate today’s worth of calories each time I walked into a Mexican restaurant in the past.