Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Brrr... it's chilly.
My Neanderthal Genes are kicking in. It's winter! Store fat! EAT EAT EAT!
I'm not hungry, but I'm craving, craving, craving carbs. I'm not craving junky carbs. I'm craving solid, nutritious carbs. And cinnamon. I'm also craving cinnamon... whatever that means... but, good god... the cinnamon almond cereal in my cupboard is screaming so loudly. I've eaten, probably about 1.5 servings of it today. I'm trying to stop. No, scratch that. I am stopping. I'm not hungry. I'm not. My body doesn't actually need it.
I am terribly afraid of the scale. I was a bit of a wreck last week, so I couldn't step on the scale last Friday. And then my weekend was a food orgy. I don't know where it all came from, but god, I ate so much. I did. I ate like a fiend. My jeans are a little tight today. Which is SO not good. I suspect I've gained back the 4 lbs I lost the other week.
I'm working out regularly. I am trying to stay on track nutritionally. I keep failing (see food orgy of a weekend) but I am seriously working on staying on track nutritionally. I wish I was craving junk food. Because I do much better at saying no to that, than I do when I get craving healthy foods.
Excess is Excess.
I don't NEED it.
Neanderthal Genes. I don't need you. I don't need to store fat for the winter. I don't. I've got a good heater in my lovely new house. I don't need you to keep me warm. Food is abundant and easy to find these days. So, please, my hunter/gatherer genes... please, go away. Find someone else to bother. I don't need you. I've EVOLVED. Why, oh WHY won't you?