It was one of those weekends. You know the one…everything seems to be super calm and quiet…too quiet. Then before you know it, BAM! That something happens which comes out of nowhere and hits you right between the eyes. Yep, that’s the kind of weekend I had. I tell you this not because I’m going to discuss the something, but rather, how I reacted to it…at least from a diet perspective.
Now I have to tell you, I haven’t verged off my 30-day challenge at all. Not one bit. In fact, late last week I went to put a breath mint in my mouth and spit it out realizing it wasn’t on the program. A breath mint! Now I ask you, how many other people might have spit out a breath mint? Anyway, suffice to say I’ve been golden.
So this big something happens and comes rocks my world. I’m in a daze and trying to figure which way is up AND to my amazement…wait for it…none of my old, nasty patterns of culinary self-soothing show their nasty heads. I didn’t realize this until almost 9pm last night. I had just finished brewing another delicious batch of chicken broth. I went to one of my lower kitchen cabinets where I happen store a few airtight glass pitchers. As I opened the cabinet to grab the pitchers I saw my stemwear just to the right. I stood up, looked at the clock and was taken back by the fact that I had an amazingly stressful weekend and NOT once had I even thought about pouring a glass of wine to relax…I mean, not once. It wasn’t even a spec of dust on my radar screen! I was so completely shocked. What’s more, I didn’t want any type of comfort food. I had no desire to put myself into a carb-coma. In the past, my weapon of mass self-destruction would have been to order an Old Chicago pizza and paired it with a bottle of Moët Chandon bubbly. This was my food therapy.
It’s amazing to me how, in fact, I had been so relaxed and clam during this something. Before, my whole body would feel the trauma of the something. I would literally feel physical stress and my cravings would start to go insane. None of that happened this time around. I tell you, I really like the feel of that…this.
Is my new behavior all related to eating a clean and whole diet? Well, yes, of course. Although it’s much more than diet alone. I have found that documenting my food intake each day has been invaluable. It has really kept me on track and conscious of what I’m putting in my body. As I mentioned in a previous blog entry, I have never been someone to write things down, especially what I eat. I have avoided such things like the plague.
Fast forward to me, today, writing everything down in a Google docs spreadsheet. Who would have thought. I have actually become a isty, bitsy teenie, weenie obsessed with my food intake. I’m not obsessed in a bad way…it’s a good way. The kind of way that makes you really realize that you are literally what you eat. Garbage in, garbage out. Good stuff in, great stuff out! My friend and business partner, Michael Finn, often asks his clients, “What would you like your eyes made out of? Organic carrots and grass-fed protein OR processed nachos and a slurpee?!
This morning I got on the scale as usual and I was surprised that I gained a pound. I didn’t get all upset because I know the body fluctuates and, to be fair, I’ve been losing almost every day since I started the challenge. As I said earlier, I’ve been perfect with my food during this challenge. So, instead of getting all upset, I thought rationally and just continued to notice and track what I’m eating. I’ll look to see how I might weigh in tomorrow. I might have to make adjustments to my eating. I might have to cut something out or add something in. Maybe I’m eating too much OR too little. What’s important is that I’m taking notice everyday and taking action. I know this is how one prevents from all of a sudden gaining 20, 30 or even 50 pounds. Take notice, listen to your body and make corrections accordingly. It’s easier to have to lose a pound or two rather than being face with a 50 pound-plus journey. Much easier.