Spring has sprung here in the pacific northwest. You can tell because the trees are blooming and also because that omnipresent veil of grey mist seems somewhat lighter in the mornings as I walk to my bus. Given that average temperatures have risen an entire 5 degrees I threw off my winter sweatshirt, went digging in my closet, pulled out my fancy JCRG track jacket and was all like:
<sigh>
For the record, I don't think of myself as 'fat.' That seems silly. But I only eat well in spurts and those spurts have gotten progressively shorter. Last fall I tried Paleo but hated the way it made me feel and was unwilling to wait out the two months (or whatever) until my body adjusted. Then I counted calories for three weeks in December and felt great, but Christmas at home got me off track and the past three months have been a series of "I'll start again next week."
So today I'm treating myself like an alcoholic. I'm not worried about what I'm going to eat and/or look like next month, next week or tomorrow for breakfast. I'm worried about what I'm going to eat right now <nothing instead of work candy> and potentially for lunch <Subway instead of Pad Thai>. We'll see how it pans out. I'm tired of trying to work out the perfect menu so instead I'm just trying to do better. Very small amounts of better.
<posted on 4.10.13>
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