This week, I was still on 15mg of Mirtazapine, but I was taking a half of a 30mg tablet, not an actual 15mg tablet. See the difference?
NO HUGE-ASS WEIGHT GAIN.
I can actually physically feel the difference between last week and this week, and I know it’s only a 5lb weight loss, which should be a huge loss but is mostly me going, “Well, I’ve still go 24lbs to go until I’m back to this year’s starting weight!” which I know I shouldn’t do, but I’m doing anyway, because I’m a fucking sadist sometimes. But I can. I can feel the difference.
It didn’t hurt as much to stand up in the shower last night, for instance.
I didn’t get as winded, walking up the stairs after being at my parents’ place last night.
I can’t wait until I get back to that lowest-weight-in-years weight.
Thing is, I haven’t stopped eating “bad” food, not completely. I had a single-serving Tiramisu and a cake bar and a bit of apple strudel with cream and a couple of biscuits at my parents’ yesterday.
I’m pretty sure I’ve had a wee bowl of popcorn (air popped), salted, with butter, two or three times this week. But it is, as I said, AIR POPPED, in the popcorn machine my sister left me when she moved to Canada, as opposed to the microwave popcorn with the genetically engineered crap they put on it. POPPING CORN. Good stuff.
At least one bar of tablet from the shop, when I was in a foul mood when I went over to get bread and milk.
It’s possible to lose weight without giving up the foods you like, the treats you like, so long as you don’t overeat every single day.
So long as you eat good, healthy foods at your meals.
I need to remember that.
I need to remember that while Weight Watchers needs repeat business, and I hate the new Plan, they speak a truth: you don’t have to give up the food you love to lose weight.
Or, as my great-Granny put it:
Everything in moderation.