Well, I tried to squash the mental scream that ensued when I saw I had gained 1# overnight. I know in my head, it's not an "earned pound," and is likely water--and that they said this would happen. Still makes me cringe.
What's weird is learning to eat again, normally, healthfully. Eight weeks is a very long time to do what I did. So at times it feels "wrong" to eat! But what I'm looking at is long term here. I'm attempting to eat how I want to the rest of my life (ok, how I need to the rest of my life).
This time is good. This is not wasted time (though I still feel I sit comfortably in the Sumo weight class). This is time to let my body recover from the trauma of what I did to it, and practice feeding it what's good for it. I still can't believe how good cream is in tea! I hope I keep the appreciation of just how good food can taste and still be healthy.
Each day is a gift, if we know how to look.
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