Tomorrow. The beauty of this process is that I know that tomorrow I'll weigh less than I do today. And I'll weigh less next week. And next month. And on and on...And on one level, I know it, I feel it, I believe it. On another level, of course, I still believe that I'm going to somehow "mess this up". I don't want to buy clothing, because I'm afraid I'll never get into smaller clothing--even though I already am! The outfit I wore to school on Wednesday must have been "telling" because I had several people tell me that I'm looking good.
Martha and I went to dinner at Applebee's. I tried to use my card to order off the kids' menu--the server was more than happy to let me--but Applebee's kids' menu is just terrible! Corn dogs, hamburgers and cheeseburgers, fried chicken tenders, macaroni and cheese--nothing I could or would eat. So I ordered a small order of riblets with mashed potatoes rather than fries. The server brought me baby back ribs and a serving of mashed potatoes that was large enough for three people! (Maybe four!) I told her that when she brought back the riblets to bring a much smaller portion of mashed potatoes. Well, it came back...smaller, but still enough for two people! I had taken a couple bites of the first serving, so I didn't even bother with the second portion. I ate one strip of the riblets--it tasted so very good to me, but after one, I was full. So, remembering how terrible I felt Wednesday night, I stopped. (Even though the riblets were perfectly cooked, and that honey barbecue sauce was delicious!) I brought home three strips of riblets--and left those mashed potatoes behind!!