Food Fight (Probably not what you think)
Tuesday, January 16, 2018
Wow. I haven’t blogged in forever. Since 2014 to be precise. How time flies! I think I’ve lost the same 20 pounds at least 5 times since then. Twenty seems to be my trigger number. As soon as I lose it, I start to self-sabotage. In fact, I’m not sure it’s actually self-sabotage or exhaustion. I fight myself for each and every pound. What I mean by that is that I struggle (as sooooo many of us do) with cravings for foods that aren’t necessarily healthy (and why ISN’T pizza healthy?). Constant battle. “Don’t eat that, it’s in opposition to your goals.” This is a running mantra. Living in a state of constant strife (with my bad food angel) is exhausting.
I’m determined that this time will be different. I’ve done a much better job at altering my food. By that I mean, I pretty much eat the same things Monday-Friday because I hate cooking and I batch cook or buy something (like pre-packaged salads) and then eat it all week. (If I’m going to eat healthy, it had better be easy; if it isn’t, I know I’ll make less-than-ideal choices.) Unfortunately, my weekends tend to negate any losses I had during the week. Ugh. Stalemate.
I guess I’m curious about how any of you have trained yourselves to see food more as fuel and not something to enjoy. LOL That didn’t come out quite right. I just can’t imagine ever enjoying a roasted chicken breast and roasted veggies more than I enjoy a well-crafted cheeseburger. I suspect therein lies part of the problem.
I’ve conquered my “what to do for dinner on a late work night” (and it doesn’t involve eating out). My routine works for me, but I need to stop viewing weekends as freedom from the grind/prison of healthy eating. I need to see eating healthy NOT as a grind/prison. How do you get there?
I know when I was running regularly, I reached a point where I could actually tell the difference in my performance (which was by no means elite) when I ate well versus when I ate yummy crap. A severe case of plantar fasciitis (which took 2 years to heal) put the kibosh on running. I’m starting to walk more vigorously now, and I want to build up to running again, but until then…I need to win the food fight.
I’m not feeling discouraged or anything. I’m not going to quit, but I’m interested in ideas on how many of you changed the way you think about food and, therefore, changed your world.
"Change your thoughts, and you change your world." --Norman Vincent Peale