I eat a lot.
A lot, a lot. I'm almost constantly grazing on something, have a stash of food in each handbag and bedside table and usually go back for seconds, thirds and fourth servings at meal time. My main meals are usually healthy and since moving out I've gained an appreciation for the composition of a balanced meal... Just ask D, I'm always questioning him about his vegetable intake and loading more onto his plate.
My weakness would have to be sugar. I'm the first to admit it. I'm terrible and chances are you know it too. In fact at this very moment, I'm making eyes with my lolly box, sitting ever so precariously beside my computer. But I will not touch it, because I've made a new rule and I'm sticking to it.
A lot, a lot. I'm almost constantly grazing on something, have a stash of food in each handbag and bedside table and usually go back for seconds, thirds and fourth servings at meal time. My main meals are usually healthy and since moving out I've gained an appreciation for the composition of a balanced meal... Just ask D, I'm always questioning him about his vegetable intake and loading more onto his plate.
My weakness would have to be sugar. I'm the first to admit it. I'm terrible and chances are you know it too. In fact at this very moment, I'm making eyes with my lolly box, sitting ever so precariously beside my computer. But I will not touch it, because I've made a new rule and I'm sticking to it.
"No lollies on week days"... It sounds simple, but each dragging day is torture. I don't think I realised how much I relied on the sugar hit to get me through the day. It's been worse since moving out of home and working full time. Living across the road from a Sainsburys with a kick-ass lolly section and no parents to say "no" makes resisting difficult, and after a tough day at school a sweet "reward" to myself seemed well deserved. Problem is, it very quickly became part of my everyday routine...
Sugar is addictive and going cold turkey (five out of seven... close enough) has really made me feel like a recovering alcoholic. The cravings are ridiculously strong and I have to muster all my self control to convince my brain that the sweetness of a banana is enough to satisfy me (lies!), it never is. It sounds absurd, but I lose concentration, I get cranky, my body begins to feel weak and my taste buds start salivating. B.A.D.
So why do this to myself? Why cut out the thing I looked forward to returning home to every day? (oh, and you too, D). Why put myself through such agony and unhappiness? Well, several factors contributed to my decision..
I used to wonder where it all went and have been asked many times... Truth is, until a few days ago, I had no idea. How I've managed to stay relatively slim throughout my life, despite eating the equivalent of a fully grown elephant, I'll never know. But the recent tightness of my favourite pair of jeans and the new arrival of lumpy bumps on my thighs are now letting me know (thanks for that bod, it was a rhetorical question). That's the ugly truth, and about time too, I suppose. It was bound to happen at some point.
Apart from the physical effects, which at this stage (if I'm honest with myself), are fairly minor, I'm just embracing this hippy-state-of-mind. The whole 'live every day to the max' thing I'm trying out has been great and it seemed only fair, that if my outlook on life was now more positive and healthy, that my input (so to say), should also be more positive and healthy. Which meant looking after my bod from the inside.
I figured if I were to cut out sugar during weekdays, I'd need something to replace it. There's no way in the world I'd be able to just stop snacking altogether... After all, I'm being healthy here, not crazy.
As if by fate, I came across this website https://www.graze.com/uk and all of a sudden, healthy snacking didn't seem so difficult. This glorious little box of goodies now arrives at my front door every week, full of delicious snacks. And although I could easily knock off an entire box in one sitting, I very cleverly (and with immense self control) take only one to school with me each day for recess or a sneaky train snack.
Sugar is addictive and going cold turkey (five out of seven... close enough) has really made me feel like a recovering alcoholic. The cravings are ridiculously strong and I have to muster all my self control to convince my brain that the sweetness of a banana is enough to satisfy me (lies!), it never is. It sounds absurd, but I lose concentration, I get cranky, my body begins to feel weak and my taste buds start salivating. B.A.D.
So why do this to myself? Why cut out the thing I looked forward to returning home to every day? (oh, and you too, D). Why put myself through such agony and unhappiness? Well, several factors contributed to my decision..
I used to wonder where it all went and have been asked many times... Truth is, until a few days ago, I had no idea. How I've managed to stay relatively slim throughout my life, despite eating the equivalent of a fully grown elephant, I'll never know. But the recent tightness of my favourite pair of jeans and the new arrival of lumpy bumps on my thighs are now letting me know (thanks for that bod, it was a rhetorical question). That's the ugly truth, and about time too, I suppose. It was bound to happen at some point.
Apart from the physical effects, which at this stage (if I'm honest with myself), are fairly minor, I'm just embracing this hippy-state-of-mind. The whole 'live every day to the max' thing I'm trying out has been great and it seemed only fair, that if my outlook on life was now more positive and healthy, that my input (so to say), should also be more positive and healthy. Which meant looking after my bod from the inside.
I figured if I were to cut out sugar during weekdays, I'd need something to replace it. There's no way in the world I'd be able to just stop snacking altogether... After all, I'm being healthy here, not crazy.
As if by fate, I came across this website https://www.graze.com/uk and all of a sudden, healthy snacking didn't seem so difficult. This glorious little box of goodies now arrives at my front door every week, full of delicious snacks. And although I could easily knock off an entire box in one sitting, I very cleverly (and with immense self control) take only one to school with me each day for recess or a sneaky train snack.
Although it's only a small step, it's one in the right direction and one I feel really good about.
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