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.
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.