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Day 28 on which I make my week 4 report.



Weight loss this week: -2 lbs
Total since beginning of project: -8.2 lbs

The good:

I’m really getting into the swing of workouts. I did 1 hour 5 days out of 7, 20 minutes on the 6th day, and stood on my feet all day on the 7th which, I’m sorry, should count. I had a day when it would have been super-easy to make an excuse to not do it, and I did it anyway. Yay me.


I discovered a couple of vegetarian dishes to make at home that smartboy seems to really like. In my effort to eat mostly plants, not making meat the main dish for dinner really helps.

I’ve become a sunscreen fiend. I keep it in my car for when I forget to put it on; I’ve basically worn it every day for 4 weeks now. Based on family history, I’ve always just assumed that at some point I’d get a cancerous lesion, despite almost never “sunning” on purpose. Now I think I might have a chance at missing that.

The bad:

Despite weeks of hour-a-day workouts, I’m still sore, somewhere, more or less all the time. It’s not bad enough to make me stay in bed, or even take ibuprofen most days, but it’s bad enough that I notice it a lot.

I’ve caught myself “preaching”—letting other people know what they SHOULD do for their health, or why my way is the best way—twice this week. One of my early resolutions was to avoid preaching, or judging other people’s health decisions.

I still meditate too sporadically: 4 times last week when my goal was 7.

With day 30 of my 30 day no carbs, no alcohol challenge coming up, I’ve been anxious about what happens next. Will I blow the whole thing? Slip back into eating too much processed food? Do I ‘have to’ stay away from those things forever, lest I be unable to control myself around them?

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