This weekend was a gorge-fest. Filled with my own not so healthy version of "Let your food be your medicine" to help with some unexpected anxiety that came up and the inevitable "Oh-my-god-I-better-get-in-all-the-carbs-I-can" situation I found myself in since Paleo starts today. I had mashed potatoes, bread and butter, macaroni and cheese, a cookie, bites of pastries, cheese and crackers. And HANDFULS of Sweet-Tart jelly beans. Really, anything I could get my hands on.
|This weekend, Seattle.|
Reading over what I have written thus far, I wonder how much of the inner chatter of self degradation I have dropped. Why do I need to justify the number on the scale? Why did I turn to food as a means of comfort? Why do I look toward a new healthful way of eating and stuff my face with what I think I will miss? This is a process and I am learning.
Maybe I am not always perfectly on my game. Maybe I make mistakes. The point, this time, is to not throw in the towel after one week or one weekend. To wake up on a foggy Monday morning and start over again. Put on my running shoes, plan out my Paleo month, and be proud of the progress I made during March as a whole.
Stay tuned for the "Rules of Paleo" for GLWT coming later today.