Not saying I'm scared, not even saying I'm worried, but my eyes pretty much popped out of my head when I stepped on the scale this morning at 430am (thanks, Roscoe. I just adore getting up an hour earlier than I need to.) 260. Another pound lost. I even got off the scale, shook the darned thing, put it back down, and hopped on again. Same.
My bra just doesn't fit anymore. The shoulders are loose. I have it on the tightest setting for the band on my back. I put jean capris on this morning and didn't need to lie down to zip them.
Clearly, this meal plan is making the difference for me. I even had a peanut butter cup last night, and finally bought some wheat thins as my whole grain snack instead of oyster cracks. I got the ones that have extra fiber in them. They were pretty tasty. I mean, they weren't cheesecake, but hey, yum yum anyway. Last night for dinner, I had an entire can of no sodium green beans (that was my 3 veggie serving choice) 5 oz of Tyson season steak strips (they look like dog food but taste pretty good!) and 1/2 tablespoon of butter for my fat. Put it all in one pan, and just let it heat through. The peanut butter cup was my carb. Frankly, I don't understand how someone with diabetes is supposed to eat so many carbs, but darned if it's not working. I feel great, my energy seems fine, and I bet my pcp is going to be shocked when I walk into her office on Monday and I get weighed.
Publix was out of pumpkin spice creamer! I got hazelnut instead. Oh well, at least I get a second cup of coffee now.