Walking and Yoga

I feel like I'm finally settling into a routine. Which is nice. I get up in the morning, shower, make my shake, drink it with all my vitamins and other pills. Then, I walk to work. Do yoga with the actors and director. Mid-day I walk to fetch lunch for the director and sometimes others. Eat my little bit of tuna with lime juice (nummy). Work some more, then walk home. Where I've been alternating between lentils and chicken. After dinner, I drink a few more glasses of water. Then sleep.

I don't feel like I'm changing that much. But today I was eating my lunch of 2.7 oz of tuna. I finished, felt completely satisfied. Then I did a double take. Wait a minute. It seriously felt like a lot of food. But then I see everyone around me eating these salads and wraps, or sandwhiches and chips. And I realize, I used to eat more than they are. Now, I'm eating like three bites of their meal. Craziness.

No luck finding a scale yet. I'm so busy with the new job (which I adore) that I haven't had time to find the gym. Hell, I barely have had time to figure out where a medical center is so that I can go get my blood drawn for my monthly tests. The results probably won't be available in time for my scheduled appointment, so I'm gonna have to call and reschedule that, methinks.

I think finding a scale would be a very helpful thing, because I really feel like my body isn't changing. I can't see a difference. (Cept a little in my feet and face.) My clothes still feel like they're fitting just as before, so I'm extremely curious to see if I've lost any weight at all. Part of me feels like I'm probably just hovering at the same weight I was when I moved. Another part of me keeps gleefully thinking I'm down 30 pounds from that. The reality is probably somewhere in between.

No pictures. Because I've got no camera, and no computer of my own from which to post them if I had a camera. Eventually, hopefully, I will have that capability. But until that time... I've got more work to do.