Anyhoover, last night I had to have a very strong “why” discussion with myself. As I mentioned before, I’m attempting to “eat right for my type” which cuts out a lot of things from my diet that I thoroughly enjoy. Avacados…gluten…dairy. Basically, I’m left with meat and veggies and most fruits. I grilled organic steaks and burgers and sausages. All of these things I’m allowed to eat (plain, of course). But…there was also Mac and Cheese and French Fries.
I had a bad day. And let me tell you about what happens when I have bad days. I eat. A lot. And I eat everything. Food is (and always has been) synonymous with comfort for me. So. I had the talk with myself. “I am doing this because I have a weight loss goal. I have a fitness goal. I want to sleep better and have a better functioning body. Some of these things simply aren’t good for me and should not be a part of me because they’re only going to make me feel bad.”
I didn’t eat the Mac and Cheese or the French Fries. It felt like a victory. Me:1 Food: 0. I ate my meat and snow peas and was left feeling satisfied and not needing anything else. I promised myself that I’d try this for 30 days to see if it helped. Maybe it will – maybe it won’t. The only thing that I can do is try. And now that I’m 5 days in, I can say I slept better last night and my tummy has been much happier.
But gosh do I miss cheese.
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