Thursday, December 13, 2012
We had a dessert exchange at work today. I had baked about 2 dozen snickerdoodles at home a couple of nights ago and brought a dozen in. My wife is taking the remainder of them to a gift exchange at her work this weekend. I didn’t taste the dough to determine how it tastes. I had my wife do it. I wasn’t tempted in the slightest. I kept telling myself that food is a drug to me and one I am addicted to. So being around all of these yummy treats that normally I would have partaken in to today wasn’t a distraction to my ultimate goal. I wouldn’t even call it baby steps. I feel empowered beyond the beginning. I feel like I have been doing this program for months. I am not trying to brag at all or claim to have some sort of formidable super power. It’s just a fact. I believe in the science of this diet. Once you understand the science, the rest is just the process.
My personal opinion is to take food for what it is. I don’t need to enjoy or be entertained by my meal. I am eating because my body needs the nutrients, period. It doesn’t even matter to me what it tastes like. If it is good for me, which all of these allowed foods are, I’ll eat it. It is what my body is meant to live on. I feel guilty for depriving it for so long. The changes in my physiology are my body’s way of thanking me for returning it to a normal baseline. It is expected. There isn’t a medical miracle involved in sticking with Ideal Protein. It is simply common sense. I don’t need to dress up my food with recipes. That time will come down the road, maybe during maintenance…or maybe not ever. I don’t know and I don’t care. I am invested, 100%. This isn’t a program that is meant to act as a stop gap between weight gains or diseases. This is meant to break through the barrier that obesity has caused in my life. Obesity has kept me from so many activities that I am pissed off about it. I am angry at myself for allowing obesity to have such a strong grip in my life. Now, I am in control. All the little cravings or cheats that want to enter into my thought process are quickly squashed by my will. They are not allowed to the party. Not now, not ever. I have drawn my line in the sand. It is time for good choices to correct so many of the bad ones I have made. People have joked, especially during this exchange, that one isn’t going to kill me. True, one of anything usually doesn’t. One bad habit, however, can kill you.