So another attempt begins with its renewed desire, as it does each new day. Today, I started my diet pill and am now awaiting wondrous miracles to happen - NOT. So far I have had my newly found breakfast of 1/2 cup of Fiber1 with 1% milk and a handful of fresh strawberries and blueberries. Sounds like a great healthy start to the day. This glorious Saturday morning was one where I did not cater to the call of the alarm or the necessity of a meeting, but rather - slept until I decided I wanted to get up. (I did wake up at 7:30 am for a nature call then proceeded to resume my sleep, thinking 8:30 am would be perfect today - it was 9:30 am when I woke again.) It's no use me trying to sleep in any later because I pay for it with baggie eyes and a puffy face - wtf - I guess lying around pools your water levels in your face!So, after the good breakfast, I moved on to the coffee with vanilla creamer. I am writing today and need my coffee companion. Vanilla creamer (it is a soy product) is the one thing I will not forgo no matter the challenge. I can drink black coffee but choose not to - it's allowed, right?
In the back of my mind I am thinking - it's time for lunch or something and I should make something to eat. The fact that I haven't yet is more because I am busy trying to get a lot of "write" stuff done, not because I am consciously refusing to eat. Perhaps a rope to tie me to my chair when applied with the consumption of the pill, will allow me some achievement in this new task. I remember to take my vitamin d3 and calcium everyday because I know it is going to make my life a lot better, why can't I remember that not eating will also contribute to that fact.
Okay, I am not going to starve myself, but rather, I am going to try to remember to not eat what's not good for me. Difference? Sometimes, I wonder. When you look in the fridge and all you see is green stuff (the healthy stuff not the moldy stuff - very little food is going bad around here) and that's not what you are craving, you almost scream "screw the labels - give me some damn ice cream."
Oh, yes, and being a house hermit is a good thing when these feelings hit - not having bad things in the fridge and not going out so therefore not having access to stores and food and stuff - is a good thing. Challenge on.
