I want to be healthy, to have a healthful lifestyle with lots of movement and nutritious foods. And I want to teach my children the same. I think so far we are good with the teaching the kids part of my goal.
Last week I realized that I was addicted to sugary sweet food. At least every day, I was eating something sugary. I was able to rationalize it because I was still losing baby weight - still seeing progress! Slow and steady!
As if what I weigh is the most reliable indicator of health. Um, er, NO. I know sugary junk is unhealthy, it can make me into a pre-diabetic, it can wreck havok on my body in other ways too. I know it is bad for me, and I was still doing it. Like a smoker. Or an alchoholic. I was addicted.
So last week I gathered up all the chocolate chips and mini marshmallows and the box of Girl Scout Thin Mints I was saving for a rainy day, and a few other items and sent them away. I haven't had any sugary treats for (drumroll please) FOUR DAYS. It seems like forever. I am undoubtedly still in withdrawl.
It's not like I'm not eating any sugar, I'm just not eating the stuff with no nutritional value, like candy and brownies and cupcakes. I did have a latte a couple days ago, but I don't count that due to the protein in the skim milk. See how my logic works?
I am pleased to report that I do feel better. And I know it's probably not related, as it has only been four days, for pity's sake, but my second-largest pair of fat jeans are super-de-dooper baggy. I know because I'm wearing them (it's laundry day) and I have to keep hiking them up.
My pregnancy diet of adding protein is working to get rid of the post-pregnancy weight. I am a mere 8 pounds away from my pre-Aaron weight. Then I only have about 14 more to go before I'm back where I was when we got married. And that, my friends, will be a happy day indeed.
I like to break it down. It makes it so much more attainable. And it's horrible that I have 22 lbs to lose, I know. But It's better than the very embarrassing number I had to lose not so long ago.