– I’m tired of nuts – I’m tired of not having a liquid reward at the end of a long day of parenting – I want pancakes – Meal planning is exhausting. Quesadillas are easy. – Produce is boring. Grocery shopping has become a dull exercise in leaf combing. – I want pancakes.
See? Not a single good reason. Here are the reasons I’m not actually going to follow through on my feelings (a sign that this actually might be really healthy for me in and of itself):
– I feel less sluggish in the mornings – Actually, that’s an understatement. I jump out of bed willingly when one of the kids summons me now. Weird…. – My pants are all fitting looser. – I have more energy (not a ton, mind you, but enough to see me through to bedtime. Gone are the wretched 3pm crashes.) – I am not thinking about food in between meals (well, except for the pancakes. But I had to conjure up that craving on my own, it didn’t assault me like a thug in a dark alley out of nowhere.) – My kids are not seeing a mommy who mindlessly snacks all day long. – Date nights and social engagements have been…challenging. (I’m putting that in the ‘pros’ category because I think it has been a stretch, in a good way, to have to think up scenarios that don’t revolve around food or drink, and to have to practice discipline in those situations that do.) – It’s stupid to eat a certain way just because somebody says it’s the right way. And yet…it’s working.
So 10 days down, 20 more to go. And football season already officially underway with nary a beer sampled. Next up, getting off coffee.