Friday, May 11, 2012
Food is amazing. It fills us up, it nourishes us, gives us energy. But most importantly, at least for me, it makes us feel better. Which I suppose is the reason I'm in this battle with my weight in the first place. I would say today was the hardest day for me. Not because I was hungry, because I wasn't. And I had plenty of energy, walked for an hour without any problems. My problem was that I missed food. Not the mini morsels I have been having. Food that I can bite and chew and swallow, and actually feel it as it takes up temporary residence in my belly. What I missed most was the feeling of peace with the universe one has after a good meal. I was sorely tempted to give it up.
I didn't. Two reasons. One, i was working with a lady who has the exact body measurements I'm hoping to have one day. Boy, to look like that in a pair of jeans! Surely thats worth missing a few meals. Secondly, the feeling of lightness that I've been experiencing in the last couple of days. My usual anxious Type A personality seems to have eased up a little. Definitely worth missing a couple of meals.
I break my fast tomorrow at 12 with Induction meals. I do look forward to it so much. After these few days Induction is going to be pure luxury. But only for one day, then on to stage 2. Oh, but I plan to enjoy every bite!