So far, so good. I'm avoiding the bad stuff, though perhaps not stringently enough. Feeling restless and edgy and yet no energy, which makes me think I need food. Sigh.
Here's the ugly truth. Yesterday I had a Kashi protein bar, lunch was 2 pieces of whole-wheat bread and nitrate free turkey (no fats added), dinner was turkey chili with about 1/4c cheese and 6 whole grain chips crushed plus a whole avocado, 18 reduced fat wheat thins, an orange, a kind bar and a Trader Joe's bar (those two bars were at 11 pm when I couldn't sleep and went downstairs).
So, the two bars were not healthy (well, they weren't unhealthy but not needed). I ate dinner early, which is a good thing. I didn't need two pieces of bread at lunch, but I'm sticking to the whole grain chips and entire avocado.
I think I need more protein for breakfast, a salad for lunch and more veggies at dinner (though the turkey chili was no added fat, black beans and tomatoes so that was pretty good.) And no late night snacking.
tonight it's Costco chicken and asparagus. Lunch is Japanese food, so that's all good (no tempura). Breakfast -- 1/2 bagel with natural peanut butter. Or a smoothie? I need to get a set breakfast menu -- a good way to start the day.
The scale said 245.2. I think that's down a couple of pounds, but I forget what it was. I think I'll hunker down and be severe so I can get into the 230s, and that'll give me encouragement to keep going. It's easy to take off weight in the beginning when you're as big as me, so it's a reasonable goal (two weeks?).
In the meantime I'm wrestling with the most recalcitrant book ever, but I finally found The Key. I wrote about 1/3 of the book, good stuff, but it felt empty. Characters were doing interesting stuff but there was a hole in the middle and I couldn't figure out what. I knew there was a key to the whole thing that would suddenly make it make sense, but no matter how much I tried to force it I couldn't come up with the answer. And then, praise God, it finally dropped. My bickering, lusting, flirting characters are not bickering or flirting and only reluctantly lustful. They're enemies.
And everything falls into place. It means I had to rewrite the entire sucker up to this point for the second time. Funny thing -- my favorite books are the ones that practically write themselves, that feel as if they're dictated by God. The books that win prizes and sell the best are the ones that give me fits and I have to rewrite and rewrite.
I still prefer the easy ones, but if previous experience holds true then I'm writing a masterpiece.