A plan that has me eating the things my body needs instead of wants.
A plan that has me moving and exercising.
A plan that addresses all aspects of my well-being in an effort to give myself happiness and longevity.
I am stinkin' mis-er-a-ble.
This morning I started out at 5:45am, read my Bible, did a little devotional, put on my running gear, ran until my shins hurt (11 minutes), powered up Wii Fit, let it remind me I missed my last goal, set new goal, cooked some eggs, took a shower, got pretty and drove to work.
And for not one second did I think this whole stupid plan was a bad idea.
Fast forward two hours to my usual snack time.
Wow, It's only 10:30, huh?
Whaddya know, I left those new pretzel M&M's sitting on my desk when I left Thursday. Boy do they look good.
Hmmm...my Rolodex is starting to look like a ham sandwich.
I'm, uh, pretty hungry.
Is it normal to see stars?!
My stomach....it's....it's....digesting itself!!
HOW MANY CARBS ARE IN LEATHER?!?
After eating my purse straps I feel a little better. But I'm starting to doubt the diet portion of my plan is going to work:
- Stop eating so much sugar: it's not necessary, and my pancreas has actually told me it needs a vacation.
- Follow portion guides: a scoop of cheesy potatoes the size of my head is not accurate.
- Avoid cheesy potatoes.
- Knock of the carbs, already: I can't seem to eat a meal without at least 45 grams. My job is nearly sedentary so all those sugars are settling into my seat-meat, putting their feet up, and preparing for a long-term relationship.
- Eat veggies everyday.
- Give myself some cheat treats: because Lord knows I will not make it if I cut out everything. That means I'm havin' myself a tortilla with my eggs tomorrow.
Like eating those little round crackers with the peanut butter in the middle.
Today I was strong.
But I don't know how I'll do tomorrow....