Tomorrow being Friday gives me a definite sense of relief. Not just because it’s the last day of the work week (which, HELLO, that’s a relief too), but because it means I have one week of healthy eating back under my proverbial belt.
I can’t say “I have it all figured out, or “this time it’s for good” – because whenever I do, it seems like that begins a downward spiral. It’s a kind of one foot in front of the other thing right now. Every time I eat it’s an opportunity to make a good or bad choice – to respect my body and feel better, or just plain not care and feel awful.
I’ve always known that I need structure, a solid plan. I’ve been successful in losing weight before, and it seems somehow I had forgotten what brought me that success. It’s not about unhealthy foods for me, it’s more about volume. I am a volume eater, that much I know. I’m relearning how to eat.
I’ll preface this next comment with – this is only my opinion – but Weight Watchers Flex Points doesn’t work for me. Eat whatever you like in moderation doesn’t work for me. I’m an all or nothing kind of girl, that’s just how I work. I can’t have 10 chips, or 4 jelly beans. Many people have told me to try the Core Weight Watchers program, which is basically eat healthy, clean foods. I am doing that all on my own this week.
I will never be a crazy-clean eater. There will be cereal, and no doubt a cookie here and there, but the overarching focus is on the quality of the food going into my mouth.
This week has been filled with copious amounts of fruit and vegetables, salads and fish, and of course the oatmeal and yogurt. I feel good. I haven’t been as tempted to binge, or eat crap, because none of it has crossed my lips.
But I have struggled with bread. Oh, have I struggled with bread. Starting tomorrow I’m going one week without bread, just to see how I feel, see if the craving for carbs lessens.
And so it begins – and ends. The end of the first week back at eating healthy, and the beginning of another. And I feel good. Really very good.