Unfortunately, I'm also 3.8lbs away from the weight I promised myself I'd never go over. Am trying really hard to approach this calmly rather than having a big freak-out over it, and think I've come up with a plan that A and I will both be happy with. The part of this whole thing that he doesn't like is its potential to consume my every thought and turn me into an angry, narcissistic, discontent fishwife. My problem with that is that if I don't think about it all the time, this happens. And I just get bigger and bigger until I feel gross.
I think there's room for a compromise in there. So I suggested to him this morning (warning: this is hardly rocket science, don't get over-excited...) that I follow a set plan, so I don't have to think about it all the time, and there are fewer decisions to occupy my mind. We're both happy for me to eat:
- either fruit or veg, plus one protein (a boiled egg, fat-free yogurt, cottage cheese etc) for breakfast (approx 150)
- an undressed salad with one protein (grilled chicken, tuna fish etc) for lunch (200 - 350), and
- a balanced dinner (approx 600)
This isn't somethimg most people would feel worthy of posting on the internet, but I'm pleased with it. At any given point in the last couple of years, this amount of food would have either fed me for a week or for a couple of hours. I think this is progress. This is how normal, healthy, people eat.