And I'm counting down. Sunday is free day. I have wished a million times it was Saturday because this Mormon gal doesn't go shopping or eat out on Sundays...the whole keeping the Sabbath day holy thing, and I'm DYING for PinkBerry!
According to the 6 a day challenge I've been doing, tomorrow is also the six week-we are finally finished-when can I get my cookie-hoorah!? And I didn't quit. Holy crap.
Here are the stats:
I've worked out the most in the past six weeks that I can remember ...which has been 6 days a week for 6 weeks, not missing one day. Sometimes I've had to squeeze it in at 11 p.m...but hey! that counts! You'd think my buns would be peas by now.
Also the most (since a while anyhow) that I've obsessed about eating treats and junk on Sundays free day...like I try to stay up til midnight on Saturday to eat my cookie, but never can cause I'm a morning girl, but then will go potty around 3 a.m . and in my half-asleep body will realize its now Sunday and now I could have a cookie if I wanted it, but am too tired so instead I've been eating cookies for breakfast on Sundays :) and then continue the rest of the day.
I've drank the most water I've ever dranken consistently.
Gorged on veggies and fruit the most in my life.
Not to mention that I can't remember the last time I've read my scriptures so consistently...but I will say its been shorter :) than I read them normally...I don't think I've read more than the 2 page requirement, got to work on that. The last time I read the scriptures this much was my freshman year of college in a Book of Mormon class where we had to read 30 minutes a day and write it on a chart!
What I've learned is that I still love cookies and ice cream. But I shocking to me, I can go without my cookie friends thanks to Crystal Light, sugar free gum and some willpower. This is extrodinary news to me. But I don't think I could give it up completely, nor do I want to. But when my body eats my favorite cookie...or cookie dough..ahemmm..I feel like crap, but I am can only acknowledge that I feel like junk, it doesn't deter me from the cramming the cookies in my 5 foot body.
And I've felt the best I've felt in a long while.
The scale not so much, but I don't even care.
The best way to be, ain't it?