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Pretty sure that is my finger in the top left corner. Awesome.
After one week of mostly paleo I've had some thoughts: the mostly part is there for a reason. Mainly because I made quite a few paleo meals but in between I had some cheese and some real milk. Oh and I had a kit kat earlier in the week after running around my day job putting post-its in cubicles (glamorous). It was a small victory.
A few thoughts? Honestly despite lack of sleep (even though I swear I've gotten plenty) I feel great. My body feels leaner even if I don't have much to show for it in terms of weight loss. I have to really understand that it's not completely about that, it's just about living better and treating my body with more respect than I have.
There was a day that I had pizza. Pizza sounded amazing. I smelled it and I ate only a small amount and was immediately satisfied. It lasted about twelve minutes. Then I felt oily and ralphy and all of the above. This is extremely enlightening and also extremely depressing. It's nice to know that by treating my body better I don't crave the bad things as much. I still have my moments but I remember how awful I felt after that pizza and it makes it a little easier to grab some hummus. On the other hand, I love pizza. It's probably my favorite food. I used to be able to eat it for every meal and I would dream about different varieties and it made my day. And here I was, on my couch, watching Friends and chastising myself because I gave into the pizza.
It sounds stupid. This girl complaining that yay my body rejects pizza. I am still a little sad about it and I'll probably try to eat some pizza again in the near future because it is my favorite food. And I'll probably regret it. And that will probably happen a few times. I guess that's the process of learning and the word "mostly".
I don't want to be a slave to food. I have struggled with food issues the majority of my life. I've thrown up, I've starved, I've overindulged and I've restricted and I've shoveled. It's not the best relationship but it's time to not be afraid of it anymore. I want to love food, I want to have a nice, balanced communication. If I want a piece of pie then fine, I do. It shouldn't be the end of the world if I really need some Doritos in my life. Moderation is key and I think, at least for me, that's the hardest part. I'm trying to find a medium.
I haven't had anything processed besides the kit kat and whatever is in Naked juice and I feel good. I miss pizza and mac n'cheese and In N'Out and that's okay I'll probably have some soon and regret it and it will probably happen a few times. That's okay, it shouldn't define me or my situation.
Food is awesome. I can't believe there were times in my life where I held out on it. I feel slightly embarrassed about it but I've learned from it and honestly feel like I can do this with the right support and determination and so that's where I am headed.