Another milestone today... 1/4 of the way there.

I'm still moving beans from one jar to the other. One bean for every pound lost. I've moved sixteen beans.

I will get there.

I want to buy clothes again, and enjoy them. I want colorful, fabulous, artistic, wonderful clothes, not just stuff to cover my body while I schlep my kids from place to place.

16 down. 

46 to go.

I had Thai food twice last week. I loved it. I had fresh mangoes and sweet sticky rice with coconut sauce. It was fantastic. It was decadent. It was wonderful. And I CAN have stuff like that. Not every day. But sometimes. The next day, I passed up an ordinary bakery cookie on a buffet table. I knew I'd had something I truly love the day before, and it was great. It was to die for. I loved every bite. I used all my extras for the week to get it, and it was worth it. That bakery cookie? Not worth it. I passed it up, and had a salad instead. I actually left a cookie sitting on the table. Because I made a different choice. And a grocery store cookie isn't worth it.

The old me would have had two.

I can't do any kind of food plan that says "you can't have." If they tell me I can't ever have salmon-flavored dog kibbles again, then that's what I'll crave. Instead, I can have anything I want, anything under the sun, in moderation. In small portions. Sensibly. Brie? Brownies? Bread? Yes to all of those. With some planning.