day one hundred and thirty four

Pretty low key day... and I'm o.k. with that :)

Experimenting with the quinoa continues. Tonight I made it up and threw bruschetta mix in the pot... pretty tasty.

We all have a voice of reason that we usually disregard and mine (on occasion) is my mother. She has been remarkably supportive during this journey, verging on overly supportive. On one occasion she felt it was necessary to fill a stranger at the grocery store in on the Project which made me distinctly uncomfortable. My fave story is how mom always gets me a large Laura Secord Chocolate egg for Easter. I asked her this year not to do that. I show up at her house Easter morning to find "the bunny" had left a Laura Secord Chocolate egg for me. Her face lit up as she said, " you asked me not to get you a large egg so I got a smaller one instead". How do you not love that?
NOW for the voice of reason part: recently, after commenting how great I look the next thing out of her mouth is "now, you want to be sure not to put it all back on". This is a remarkably frustrating thing to hear but this gal's been with me my whole life and has seen me ride the weight loss roller coaster and absolutely shares the pain she knows it causes me. I'm saying here, I know she says this thing out of love. But right now, in this minute it is the LAST thing I want to hear. It is indeed the voice of reason that says - don't think after a while you can go back to your old habits and not end up with the same problems.

I trust that voice and respect that voice and hopefully what I'm learning thru the Project is to make that voice my own.