I had the weirdest thing happen to me yesterday and I just had to share. I’ve been working on not eating my food right a way after I cook. I can’t tell you how many times I burned my mouth because I was too impatient to let the food cool first.
So yesterday I made eggs and barbacoa. I put it in a bowl to let cool and decided to take the recycling out. While downstairs I loved on my fur babies, cleaned out the cat box and started to hang some laundry. This is when I remembered that my food was upstairs. I started to laugh, thinking “Who the fuck does that?”
I do. You know why? Because I have changed my relationship with food. It’s not my crutch, not my distraction, not my comfort. It’s my nutrition, my fuel.
I’ve had this feeling for the past 6 months that this was the last time. I knew that I could keep the weight off. I couldn’t explain it. It wasn’t always easy but I enjoyed the process of seeing the improvements I made and the progress it created. I made the small changes that I knew were sustainable for me. I did the work on my mental bullshit that led me to the overeats. Now I love the foods that I eat. I don’t feel deprived about the foods I no longer eat. I exercise but I’m not working my ass off and eating an extra cupcake after.
I guess I just wanted to share in case any of you are on the struggle bus. Don’t give up. Keep trying! I wasn’t perfect all the time. I had dozens of overeats and eating off plan. But the thing I learned to do was not beat myself up over it. I journaled my ass off trying to figure out what happened and how to do better next time. 1% better everyday. That’s it.
I hope y’all have a freaking amazing day!
Until next time!