I lost my usual one pound in the past week, for a total of thirteen pounds lost since I began dieting in mid-December. Cliff, as usual, out-did me by losing two pounds. I've dug out lots of my favorite old low-fat recipes. Today we're having spicy lentil stew, which is a sort of vegetarian chili.
The two most recent versions of the Better Homes and Gardens cookbook have lots of low-fat dishes in them, and I use them more than the Weight-Watchers and other specialty low-calorie cookbooks. We concentrate on portion control. Cliff does fine at home, with me handing him his plate already filled; but left to his own devices, he'll take a second helping every single time (this is an improvement on his past history of returning for a third time). I try not to say anything at the time, but I told him yesterday I believe the secret to keeping his weight off, once he's lost it, will be to get in the habit of not taking second helpings.
My weak spot is nibbling in the evenings. That's how I put on most of the excess pounds I'm struggling to rid myself of: Cliff is at work in the evening, and I like to sit at the computer and munch. For hours. It's a rough habit to break.
When we take our walk, Cliff walks a little behind me usually, and he commented that my tush (he used a different word) is looking much smaller. And he has lost a noticeable amount of his Santa-type belly. So, we are making progress!
Note: AOL's spell-check doesn't think "snacking", "dieting" and "tush" are real words. Oh well.