Remember when you were a kid and you got a shiny new toy and it was the most amazing toy in the world and all you wanted to do was play with it forever and sleep with it and someday carry it down the aisle when you married Joey McIntyre and show it to all your friends and love it forever and ever and ever?
For a friggin' week, then you got sick of it?
That's how I feel about diets.
I get so stoked for a few days. I'm going to make this massive change in my life and it will be wonderful and make me wonderful. And then the itch starts. The soft voice in my head that tells me to eat, even when my stomach tells me I'm not hungry and my brain tells me for the hundredth time that I'm just bored and STOP eating, for trans fat's sake.
This is about the time where that would usually happen. Yesterday was a little difficult. As in life, my downfall is sometimes budgeting. I ate too many of my calories for breakfast and lunch and by dinnertime, I was stressed and ravenous for comfort food but not enough calories left over for carbs. So I pulled the dietary equivalent of a credit card--got my booty to the gym, hit the recumbent bike and rode 'til I had enough calories for a carb cushion. I still managed to stay under my calorie requirement but that's not ideal on a day to day. Gotta make like I'm stuffing funds into a piggy bank for a sweet new toy and save save save.
So my plan? Pay more attention to the entirety of my day. Try and plan out my meals better. I'm usually pretty good at this. Three nights a week at my house is crockpot night. I can plan that way. The days before a holiday are going out to eat to avoid food in the house time. Not the best dieting strategy, but so far I'm staying at the same weight.
Time to break out the polish and make sure this shiny new diet stays shiny.
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