Oh what I wouldn’t give for some roasted brussels sprouts and a grilled steak about now.
Who the EFF am I?? I mean, I’ve always loved veggies and well-prepared meat, since I was a little girl. But really, to think at about 4 p.m. instead of “ooh ice cream”, “ooh brussels sprouts” makes me think that my thought process might really be changing.
I’m learning that I need to consume my products so that I don’t get lightheaded, bitchy, and crabby rather than for the taste of them. Sure, my chocolate/caramel/coffee frappe thing in the morning is yummy, and my tomato soup at night is warm and comforting. But I’m not feeling that sense of panic when I don’t know what’s for dinner. I stayed late at school to cheer my students on for their volleyball game and didn’t have to worry about dinner. OH and I learned my lesson and brought an extra product. No more hangry Mara 🙂
I’m already feeling lighter too. Not just in the whole weight loss sense (which is happening a bit, my jeans are sagging in the butt after a day of wear instead of being painful) but in the “what I ate today didn’t make me feel like crap” sense. I don’t feel bogged down by the carby coma that would hit me at about 3 every day.
Every day is my baby step in the right direction. I’m keepin’ on keepin’ on.