Maybe I didn’t expect it to be as hard as it’s become, especially with work and life and every other unpredictable thing thrown in one’s direction. As I started listing off what I’ve been doing, I began to realize maybe I haven’t been giving myself as much credit as I deserve.
I’ve been working out at least three to four times a week on a very regular basis, but I feel the best when I have time for five. I think there have been two weeks where I’ve only worked out twice a week, but I can’t beat myself up over them. I’ve drastically changed what I eat. No more muffins and processed junk from Starbucks at the airport, I now go for an apple or banana to accompany my latte.
I only order talls and grandes instead of ventis when I get my latte. I eat breakfast much more often than I used to and while I’m ironically hungrier when I eat breakfast, I eat so much less throughout the day. When I order at restaurants, I go heavy on the veggies and light on the appetizers. I’m not saying I haven’t had nachos here or a chicken finger there, but I probably have a better appreciation for moderation than ever before.
I’ve learned so much in these last few months, things that maybe I knew but didn’t really want to admit. I used to eat entirely too much. A good friend of mine told me something that’s really stuck: Eat like a king for breakfast, a queen for lunch and a pauper for dinner.
I always used to eat giant dinners, but now I realize I don’t need to. Hell, I don’t even want to anymore! I’m allowed to stop eating when I feel full. And I feel full a lot sooner than I ever have. I’m so glad I’m realizing all of this now, so that I’m aware of it and know how to manage it for the rest of my life.
