Day 4 of Whole30, Day 28 of intermittent fasting, and Day 3,000,000,000,000,000, it seems, of waiting to be healthy again.
If I go back and read all of my blog posts from the beginning until now, will I see an improvement in my relationship with food?
Probably not! My posts tend to be upbeat and happy, so I might have trouble investigating progress in my thoughts toward food. Maybe I should write more depressing content for the sheer sake of comparison…
Nah, that’s not who I am. 🙂 God made this girl cheerful.
I will, however, freely admit that these lazy bones did NOT get out of bed before 7:50am this morning. As expected, I languished for lack of a well-balanced, home-boxed lunch during work today. I had to survive on berries and kombucha, foods easily procured from the fridges of supermarkets. Ah, the lives of procrastinators who try to eat well. We’re something else, aren’t we?
But once I got home, settled into my Whole30 meat, eggs and veggies, tried out my beautiful vegetable spaghetti peeler, relished my perfect homemade mayonnaise, and ate a messy mango as rudely as one can possibly devour…well, I felt much better.
So thinking ahead serves me well only on the times that I think ahead, it seems.
Or maybe I should just get up earlier on my work days. Mm. Profound!
Let’s try this again tomorrow, shall we?