Thursday, August 02, 2012
I am trying to find myself. I know, very bohemian of me. You didn't even know I was lost. Well, aren't we all lost. I think the only people aren't are Buddhist monks.
I have lost a couple of pounds just by telling myself I'm pretty (joking, kind-of). Well and not gorging 8 times a day is also helping. Not that I am perfect at it.
I made chicken and rice stir-fry yesterday and ate enough rice to feed Calcutta.
I am trying to convince myself that that horrible sick feeling is why I don't over eat anymore.
Of course, I am also trying to add more fruit and veg into my diet, less sweets and soda.
Here is my question:
Why did I ever start eating routinely past full? It is painful, yet for most of my life I have ignored the pain in exchange for a few moments of tastebud pleasure.
And for that matter, why didn't I notice that it was painful and stop doing it?
Yesterday afternoon, my stomach hurt. I don't want to eat rice again for a long long time. Today my stomach aches, and I am telling myself that overeating is why and I will feel better if I don't overeat anymore.