In a Good Place

Last Wednesday I went to see my therapist and I felt great. We had a great session; I walked in feeling great and left feeling even better.

Lately I've felt very in control of what I'm putting in my mouth and for the most part, what exercise I've been getting. Admittedly, the last week has been challenging in the way of getting my body moving, but overall I really and truly feel like I'm in a good place. And it feels...well, it feels good.

Decisions to take care of myself haven't been difficult. I can go to a restaurant and only eat half of my order. I can make wise food choices at home, even when the Panda Express orange chicken smell is making its way over to my apartment, seemingly calling my name. I can say no and not make myself feel deprived. I can say yes and not make myself feel guilty.

The good news is, I've been feeling this way for over a month now. Of course, it's not perfect. In fact, I had McDonald's for lunch on Saturday, but it wasn't the end of the world. Nor does it have to be. I'm feeling more sure of myself than I have in a very long time and I'm really enjoying this place that I'm in. I love not having to follow any program, but just to listen to my body and make decisions that won't hurt me in the many many ways I use food to do that.

There's still the side of me that wants the pounds to fall off quicker than they got on, and is impatient...but I try not to let that part of me take over all the good work I am doing. Because I am doing very good!