I hit a milestone last week. I was so excited. I would have written about it immediately but I was driving when the epiphany hit.
Let me set the scene...
Tuesday morning. I was in pain. My back had tightened up and everything was feeling affected by it. I was headachy, I was tired. But I went to my personal training session anyway, after discussing with my trainer that we'd do a nice low intensity workout with lots of stretching.
I'd been to the gym and I was feeling awful (though fractionally better than before the workout) and I was driving past cafes, supermarkets and other food selling establishments. Normally I'd end up at KFC or McDonalds stuffing my face. If I was lucky I'd end up at a cafe eating chocolate cake or something similar.
But as I drove past all these places, I didn't have any desire to actually pay money for any of their food. I knew there was no way it would live up to the taste I was imagining in my head. It would make me feel like rubbish and it wouldn't be worth it!
I felt cured, I felt awesome, almost invincible. I've broken the addiction to sugar and junk food. Best feeling ever (well one of them).
The next day I spent a day shopping with a friend and our babies. We had a delicious lunch followed by a shared dessert. And you know what, that half of a dessert was worth every bite AND worth every cent. If I'd pigged out the day before there's no way I could have eaten that dessert with the same joy I did.
It wasn't long ago I absolutely fought against the idea of cleaning up my eating. Now I don't understand how I survived as long as I did eating what I did.
Let me set the scene...
Tuesday morning. I was in pain. My back had tightened up and everything was feeling affected by it. I was headachy, I was tired. But I went to my personal training session anyway, after discussing with my trainer that we'd do a nice low intensity workout with lots of stretching.
I'd been to the gym and I was feeling awful (though fractionally better than before the workout) and I was driving past cafes, supermarkets and other food selling establishments. Normally I'd end up at KFC or McDonalds stuffing my face. If I was lucky I'd end up at a cafe eating chocolate cake or something similar.
But as I drove past all these places, I didn't have any desire to actually pay money for any of their food. I knew there was no way it would live up to the taste I was imagining in my head. It would make me feel like rubbish and it wouldn't be worth it!
I felt cured, I felt awesome, almost invincible. I've broken the addiction to sugar and junk food. Best feeling ever (well one of them).
The next day I spent a day shopping with a friend and our babies. We had a delicious lunch followed by a shared dessert. And you know what, that half of a dessert was worth every bite AND worth every cent. If I'd pigged out the day before there's no way I could have eaten that dessert with the same joy I did.
It wasn't long ago I absolutely fought against the idea of cleaning up my eating. Now I don't understand how I survived as long as I did eating what I did.