It seems fitting that the husband and I would go see the year's biggest movie - The HUNGER Games - the day we started our new diet.
And even though I had a vague idea that we were about to watch a movie about teens fighting to the death. And even though I wasn't starving. Or utterly deprived. Much less being required to kill my peers.
All that reasoning wasn't able to minimize my pain as I had to walk past popcorn, Coke, Resse's Pieces, and my greatest weakness - cheap hotdogs.
I'm not proud of the fact that I'm that much of a wimp when it comes to maintaining willpower around processed meats and sweet treats. But I totally am.
So weak.
The crazy thing is, we're not going on a crash diet. We're not cutting back to 500 calories a day. We're not even eliminating all carbs.
We're just trying to eat healthier. We're trying to be healthy.
But I'm terrified it's gonna kill me!
Day one (Tuesday) was pretty miserable. I was sure I would die. Or that Mikael would demand an annulment by day's end.
I was cranky. And tired. And generally unpleasant. (No comments please coworkers!)
When I had to take our unopened package of 100th Anniversary Oreos to work I nearly lost it. I mean, I was seriously fighting tears. (WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?)
But by day three (today, Thursday) things are... better.
I passed the Oreos multiple times without tears.
I ate my afternoon snack of Grapes (instead of King-sized candy) without complaint.
And, even when two bags full of brownies, cake mixes and icing galore joined those lonely Oreos on my friend's desk I didn't completely loose my cool.
I just thought to myself, "the odds are definitely NOT in my favor."
Still. We press on.
With our non-processed, NO MEAT diet.
With our roasted vegetable and wheat pasta dinner. And, with our no-sugar added fruit juice dessert. :/
It's strange. It's ever-so-slightly difficult at times. But deep deep down, where several pieces of swallowed gum undoubtedly still live, I do know this is good.
It is good to eat healthier.
It is good to be healthier.
It is good for me.
And it is good for us.
To be refined by, ironically cutting out all that refined white sugar, together.
'Til death do us part, and all that.
*Pictures are compliments of a quick Google search. I don't own them. All but the Entertainment Weekly picture are linked up though in case you just have to see the source.
*By the way. Mikael and I both really enjoyed The Hunger Games very much.
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