At least that's what I'm calling it.
Efforting.
Not dieting. No.
Efforting.
I'm making decent strides in the 'making an effort to eat a bit better' arena. Not perfect by any means, but better.
And I have my permission to have candy or ice cream or something greasy if I want it. Not a lot, but some.
Funny thing I've discovered about giving yourself permission - when you can, you usually don't.
I've had a bit, but nowhere nearly as much as I was use to. And I'm eating more fruit and yogurt instead of the candy and ice cream and fried chicken fingers or french fries.
When I do eat greasy foods? Yeah ... my body now lets me know that it's not acceptable.
It's easier during the week, though. At work, surrounded by several women who are dieting, I have less of an urge to eat beyond what I brought with me.
The weekends are proving tougher.
And that's ok.
Because I have my permission to eat a bit more like the habits I'm trying to break.
Which makes it more of a 'eh, maybe later' than a 'must have it right now'.
2 comments:
ever since i have improved my diet my body let me know in no uncertain terms that 'bad' food is not appreciated. it's a process they say...they are not kidding.
Good for you! I am trying to think along the same lines and not forbid myself anything. I've lost a couple of pounds, nothing major, but it's a work in progress.
Post a Comment