Thursday, January 07, 2010
Sometimes it's hard to believe how many changes I've made in my habits, especially when I step on the scale. That's when it really REALLY hits home--this is a process, and a loooooooong process at that. A frustrating process. A process that makes me scream at scales, want to fudge the weekly results (oooooh fudge), and try to find ways to cheat and still have the results I want.
It's the post-holidays letdown/motivating time. You know, that weird intersection of "Wow, did I really just eat my weight in tasty, yummy, sugary molasses cookies" Street and "Okay, I'm completely motivated to get back on track and crave some broccoli" Avenue. I'm so there. After traveling almost 2000 miles in 8 days in a packed car with my husband and 2 kids, I totally fell off the wagon of healthy eating. It seemed temptation was EVERYwhere. . . starting with the cabinets. It got to the point where I felt like complete crap, stomach aches, headaches, the whole shebang.
And then it happened--I WANTED A BOWL OF PLAIN (okay, maybe some garlic powder) BROCCOLI. Seriously. It had to be broccoli. It almost reminded me of the cravings I had for frozen green beans when I was pregnant with my oldest son. Strange stuff. Since we've been home, my husband and I have cooked cooked cooked. Fresh stuff. Tasty stuff. No pounds of butter, no cups of sugar, plenty of habaneros.
And then the REAL miracle happened--my 7-year-old son ate 4 pieces of broccoli, telling me that "he likes the leaves the best." Granted, they had a nice low-fat beef-with-broccoli sauce on them, BUT HE ATE BROCCOLI!!!!!!!!!
This is how I know that miracles happen. Miracles like missing my routine of exercise. My motivation to reintroduce yoga and good juju into my life. And my ability to eat until I'm satisfied, not until I'm stuffed. That last one has only happened once in the last week, but onwards and upwards. It's a start.
It's a process. A very very loooooooong, but possible, process.