I've come to the conclusion that the only way I'm going to get rid of these last few pounds is forget how far I've come. Knowing that I lost ALMOST 60 is making me feel like an "expert" and leading me into temptation.
So until we get to the trophy number, very back to basics. Last night I was up at 1230AM taking a hot bath AND then at 3AM reading for nearly an hour, but I didn't eat between bed-time tablespoon of Peanut Butter (ok, last night it was Chashew Butter) and 5:00AM 1 cup nonfat milk and tablespoon of flax. It was brutal. Mouth wanted to eat. Brain wanted to eat. BUT I DIDN'T EAT. And in spite of all the weeks I've managed to do this, it felt like the first night all over again because last week was so sloppy and gross and cheaty and compulsive.
So instead of 10 months of clean eating, I've only got one day. It feels good.
Got up and got on the bike this AM. I've started using my Garmin Forerunner for the bike, since it's more accurate than the bike computer, which stops when I stop and therefore tells me riding time but not door to door time.
Per Garmin, 10.25 miles in 1 hr 20 min.
Went to gym for the foam roller. Only had time for quads and inner thighs.
Back to the weights tomorrow.