Tuesday, February 17, 2009
It is time. Time for me to start eating better...stop eating crap. I said after New Years I would start being healthier. I wouldn't eat chocolate for breakfast every day. I wouldn't have a potato and bread at every meal. I would start exercising regularly again. Why is so damned hard? It's no secret that I've been a little down as of late. With the loss of the little lady that I've cared for for the last 2 years...and no regular income right now...my shop running a little slow...add the adoption situation to all of that and it's no wonder I want to eat all comfort foods. However, the party is just about over. Diabetes runs rampant through my family...my mother has a terrible time with hers. I'm 34 and although I am lucky to have a speedy metabolism and don't gain much, I worry what things look like on the inside. So, last night while Stan and Savanna had bacon wrapped steaks and baked potatoes...I had baked salmon, baked sweet potato, and asparagus. It was quite good. I do love all of those things. Then I opened the fridge for more spring water and those evil little chocolate mousse cups were staring at me. I tried to look away. "Pssst...yeah, you...the girl who thinks she's going to eat healthier. Don't you want to have just one last fling with us?" I slammed the door. Then I opened it again and dipped my little finger into the top of the sassiest one. That shut him up. I know I won't be perfect. I know I'll still have some chocolate breakfasts and some soft breads with butter and gravy too. But maybe, I just won't have them all on the same day.