Maybe I didnt expect it to be as hard as its become, especially with work and life and every other unpredictable thing thrown in ones direction. As I started listing off what Ive been doing, I began to realize maybe I havent been giving myself as much credit as I deserve.
Ive 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 Ive only worked out twice a week, but I cant beat myself up over them. Ive 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 Im 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. Im not saying I havent had nachos here or a chicken finger there, but I probably have a better appreciation for moderation than ever before.
Ive learned so much in these last few months, things that maybe I knew but didnt really want to admit. I used to eat entirely too much. A good friend of mine told me something thats 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 dont need to. Hell, I dont even want to anymore! Im allowed to stop eating when I feel full. And I feel full a lot sooner than I ever have. Im so glad Im realizing all of this now, so that Im aware of it and know how to manage it for the rest of my life.