Mornin', Kids.
Three days of detox and supplements. YeeHaw! I'm back in the 40's again which means I'm closer to 200 than 300.
Hey, it's the little things that matter.
I have stuck to my eating plan and am doing okay. I had a fleeting thought of eating something off plan last night but I stopped that dead in its tracks. Within five minutes I didn't even want it any longer. Honestly, the mind is the gateway to success or failure.
Lord, I SO suck at acronyms. I keep saying that but I really do. I looked at OMAD and thought, "What plan is THAT?!?!?!?!?" Is that a supplement? Instead of driving myself to distraction I did a quick search for OMAD. Of course that's what it is but my brain doesn't go there. It's resistant to acronyms.
There you are, Jakz, venturing out into the unknown. I believe you can make it to onederland. I do believe, I do believe, I do, I do, I do... I'm still hugging my scale and it has been kind to me now that I'm detoxing.
The first Friday of every month is "jeans day" at work. I stuffed this bod into my smallest pair, fastened and zipped without too much angst. My face isn't turning blue and the resulting muffin top isn't noticeable under a sweater vest. I can sit. It's all good.
I finished and delivered the human portrait. Oh the stress I had with that one. The client wanted a portrait of her deceased husband (gone for almost 10 years now) and her now grown son together. The picture references were not the best so I had to come up with a pose and way to make it work. She loves it. There is a HUGE sigh of relief here. I don't think I've stressed about a piece as much or had such apprehension as to whether it was finished or good enough to deliver. Jim kept telling me it was done so I finally listened, sprayed it with final fixative, and let it go. Now I'm moving on to a dog commission. I like dog commissions. They have fur.
I also have two ponchos to crochet. I made one for myself and two people asked if I'd make one for them. Oh joy. Yeah, I'll just do that in my spare time.
I bought the yarn. We'll see how it goes. I'm already making a sweater vest for myself. It isn't as if I don't have anything to do but it does keep me from thinking about food or eating. By the time I reach my goal my house may be wearing a sweater too.
I'm still thinking about you, Lab, and hope your visit with your dad was a good one. Nikki, I'm hoping all is well with you after all the earthquakes. All you others...you're missed and are the proud recipients of the stink eye.
So that's it on this Friday. Relief. Scale is friendly. Can't ask for more.
Later 'gators.