September is a strange month for trying to lose weight.
The weather has been unpredictable, to say the least, one morning of brilliant sunshine does not an autumn make.
I’ve had a variety of distractions lately; what to wear to the office, a t-shirt left me too cold, a sweater made me feel to warm, I was positively obsessed with feeling the right temperature for a typical September day.
Not a chance.
Reminded me of those cloudy mornings in New York when you expect it to remain cloudy all day, only to be bathed in glorious sunshine around noon when you’re laden with shopping bags in Macy’s.
Food wise, it has been a mixed bag; salads have sustained me thus far, but the darker evenings and darker mornings have woken my comfort eating beast.
I’ve resisted so far, and when Ben and Jerry came calling today I closed my eyes and carried on walking past the ice cream chiller cabinet in the grocery store.
If this is an indicator of better things to come then bring it on.
The pedometer is my new best friend, and I’ve ditched the weighing scales for how my clothes feel when I get up in the morning, if they feel tight I adjust my intake accordingly.
Life is way too short to be spent getting hung up on a number on a scale.
All my efforts are paying off, as I have had the best blood work results ever, and am feeling really encouraged to continue.
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