I haven't sat down to write here in a long time.
Life is busy and even when keeping it simple, sometimes I feel overwhelmed.
This summer has been wonderful on most fronts, but I did spend most of July in bed. I had a lot of fun the last two weeks in June, I thought very little about what I ate and I paid for it.
Towards the beginning of August I began to perk up. I am being more strict with my diet than ever. I am always shocked by the difference that eating well makes.
At this point, I eat mostly fresh, very little processed. I rarely eat bread products and if I do, I make them myself. If it is processed and sold in the store, I only buy organic. But mostly I eat Fruits, Veggies, Eggs, Meat, Dairy, and nuts.
I rarely eat sugar. Corn syrup, faster than anything else, will take me down.
It doesn't sound that bad, because you can make so many wonderful things with what I can eat. Because all of the ingredients are whole, fresh, and either organic or local, the food we eat tastes amazing. I am thankful for that.
I get frustrated, though, because I feel like I'm hungry all the time. I get so tired of that feeling.
Food is also a lot of work for me. So when I do not feel well, I lose my appetite almost completely and then on top of that, I have to work extra hard to make sure I can have the food my body needs that I do not even feel it wants. This is a very frustrating realization for me. There are days when I eat a lot of Greek yogurt and organic protein bars because I cannot force myself to throw some ingredients in the mixer or crock pot. There are other days my husband does all of the cooking.
God bless that man. He takes such good care of his family.
When I am very strict, I also step out of the social grouping that food accomplishes. I usually bring my own food when we leave the house. I rarely go out to eat. I rarely try the new restaurant. I think this is the aspect of my strict eating that bothers me the most. It is noticeable. It creates social barriers. It warrants and explanation.
I don't like to talk about health and food all that much. Neither has been on my list of interests. Yet here I sit, having no choice but to pay close attention to both.
It has been an adjustment for me. I am uncomfortable and self-conscious when people ask about it. I fear they will not believe me. Even if they do, I never want to be seen an unhealthy, or viewed as a person that cannot or does not cope well.
When I feel good, I feel amazing. I credit that to the food I eat. Therefore, I am thankful.
I am thankful that I live in a place where food is attainable.
I am thankful for a husband that helps me on the days that it feels so hard to cook, or run to the store with two small children.
I am thankful that the food I am allowed to eat tastes so good.
I am thankful that I have the determination to make the good choices I need to.
I am thankful that something is finally helping me to feel better.
And I am thankful that July is over, and I am back on my feet.
Life is busy and even when keeping it simple, sometimes I feel overwhelmed.
This summer has been wonderful on most fronts, but I did spend most of July in bed. I had a lot of fun the last two weeks in June, I thought very little about what I ate and I paid for it.
Towards the beginning of August I began to perk up. I am being more strict with my diet than ever. I am always shocked by the difference that eating well makes.
At this point, I eat mostly fresh, very little processed. I rarely eat bread products and if I do, I make them myself. If it is processed and sold in the store, I only buy organic. But mostly I eat Fruits, Veggies, Eggs, Meat, Dairy, and nuts.
I rarely eat sugar. Corn syrup, faster than anything else, will take me down.
It doesn't sound that bad, because you can make so many wonderful things with what I can eat. Because all of the ingredients are whole, fresh, and either organic or local, the food we eat tastes amazing. I am thankful for that.
I get frustrated, though, because I feel like I'm hungry all the time. I get so tired of that feeling.
Food is also a lot of work for me. So when I do not feel well, I lose my appetite almost completely and then on top of that, I have to work extra hard to make sure I can have the food my body needs that I do not even feel it wants. This is a very frustrating realization for me. There are days when I eat a lot of Greek yogurt and organic protein bars because I cannot force myself to throw some ingredients in the mixer or crock pot. There are other days my husband does all of the cooking.
God bless that man. He takes such good care of his family.
When I am very strict, I also step out of the social grouping that food accomplishes. I usually bring my own food when we leave the house. I rarely go out to eat. I rarely try the new restaurant. I think this is the aspect of my strict eating that bothers me the most. It is noticeable. It creates social barriers. It warrants and explanation.
I don't like to talk about health and food all that much. Neither has been on my list of interests. Yet here I sit, having no choice but to pay close attention to both.
It has been an adjustment for me. I am uncomfortable and self-conscious when people ask about it. I fear they will not believe me. Even if they do, I never want to be seen an unhealthy, or viewed as a person that cannot or does not cope well.
When I feel good, I feel amazing. I credit that to the food I eat. Therefore, I am thankful.
I am thankful that I live in a place where food is attainable.
I am thankful for a husband that helps me on the days that it feels so hard to cook, or run to the store with two small children.
I am thankful that the food I am allowed to eat tastes so good.
I am thankful that I have the determination to make the good choices I need to.
I am thankful that something is finally helping me to feel better.
And I am thankful that July is over, and I am back on my feet.
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