The Question

This weekend wasn't really a food nightmare, but it wasn't good. Even with all my talk of recommitting to this healthy lifestyle, and meeting challenges, and seeing size 12 by 2005, I still ate myself sick 2 days out of 3. And even as my body screamed for something outside the grease, starch, and sugar food groups all day yesterday, I stuck my fingers in my ears and chanted "la, la, la...I can't hear you!" until dinner. Even then, I gave it the grilled salmon grudgingly (and with cheese fries).

Today, I woke up feeling capable, and ready to do this for real. I have focused a ridiculous amount of energy on The Question:

Am I hungry?

It's a simple question, really, and I always know the answer. In the past, the answer was almost always one of two options--"OMG, I'm starving!" or "eh, I could eat". Today, however, I replaced those answers with "YES" and "NO". My biggest struggle is believing myself when the answer is NO...which, unsurprisingly, is most of the time.

So far, it's going well. I've given in to three dark Hershey's kisses and a piece of whole wheat toast, but everything else I've eaten has been Core. And even though I really, REALLY wanted dessert at lunch, I didn't order it even when the waitress asked me again. Because the answer to The Question was NO.

I also went to the Kroger and picked up an insane amount of snacks to keep at my desk--fruit cups, applesauce (no sugar added), plain yogurt, string cheese (it's on my core list), apples. I have enough noshing supplies for a couple weeks, so long as I'm able to listen to my body, and stand by its answer to The Question.