For the past 9 weeks my cravings for “bad” foods have been almost non existent.  I can probably count on one hand how many times I wanted something I shouldn’t.

You know…a burrito from Burrito Boys, a big ass bag of Lays regular chips and of course that one day where everyone around me ate a sweet and spicy thai stir fry (that one was hard)

So…I think I have handled myself quite well.
*pats self on back*

I’ve never been a sugar girl.  It’s a very rare occasion where I will crave anything sweet.  My devil is salty goodness.

I am an emotional eater.  When I am feeling sad and defeated I just want to eat.  I don’t even have to be hungry. 
Comfort eater.

Most often I crave stuff I ate as a kid….stuff that my mom would make me to make me feel better.

Those are the hardest times.

Granted, it’s been quite some time since I’ve gone through a slump like that…thank god.  

When I am stressed I can’t eat.  Nadda.  The smell and look of food literally makes me ill.  I am talking about extreme stress…not day to day.

Of course the side effects of that are losing weight…but it’s not healthy…and it’s not the way I want to be.
Talk about doing a number on your metabolism.

I am learning…every day I am learning about what suits me and what works for me.

I know without a doubt that the scale is off limits.  I cannot allow a number to dictate my life.  I refuse to allow the number on the scale to be the deciding factor of what my day is going to be like.
I go by my clothes, my energy.
I learn to listen to my body…if it’s truly hungry, or if I am just bored.
I’ve learned what foods make me energetic and sustain me…and what foods make me sick.

This isn’t easy…but it certainly is not as hard as I thought it would be.  
There’s a message board I go to, and someone wrote something that made total sense to me….and it’s so true

“Losing weight is hard, being fat is hard.  Pick your hard”

That’s all I got today kids.  My body aches from head to toes…I’ve discovered muscles I never knew I had!

Have a good one.