Today this lady I work with said: “Brenda have you lost weight?”

“I don’t know, I don’t have a scale, but I’m feeling good.”

“Yeah, you look, narrower. “

Maybe I was just wearing a more fitted sweater and it created a waist for me, a la What Not To Wear?

I don’t know if I’ve actually lost any pounds, but I’ve been making a concerted effort to eat better. My whole program of making a big meal on Sunday and then eating the leftovers all week has been awesomely successful. (Please note: said program is in Week Three, also known as “The Honeymoon Phase”). I’m trying not to be too repetitive, because as much as I loved eating 2 litres of chili in one week (seriously), I can’t imagine doing that every week.

But I realized at some point last week that even if I wasn’t losing appreciable weight, I did feel…good. Undefineably better: the cold I’d been fighting on and off all winter disappeared; I have more energy, I feel more satisfied.

Seriously, who knew eating whole, balanced meals with things like salad and protein would make you feel so much better?

Of course, now that I’ve written about how awesome it is to plan meals and eat like a sane person instead of the grilled cheese diet, I’m going to come down with scurvy or something.