Now everyone with me say, “DUH”.
Well, recently I have been eating really well. Almost completely organic, mostly vegetarian, seasonally appropriate and predominantly local foods. Feeling good about my food choices but for one thing that is “uhhmm” weighing me down. Yep. The weight thing is such a problem. The number. I didn’t weigh myself for about three years. It was such a nice time .
That number just kills me though. I am eating so well, but after a dinner of brown rice, tofu, broccoli and peppers I am up about two pounds. Now, seemingly my body doesn’t like brown rice (maybe it is the phytic acid), but STILL. I need to find another whole grain that treats me a little better. Quinoa is good, but hubbend doesn’t like it. I shall try kasha, amaranth and millet next.
I get frustrated when I feel like I am working so hard at this and I am still not rewarded. (Rewarded now, that is.) Which definitely points out one of my problems with food. It might have altered a bit, but the fact that I think I should get a gold star for eating well tells me something is still off. Intellectually you may know that eating well will keep you healthier in the long run and eating locally/organically is good for the environment, but is that truly what keeps you going? Not me. I want to eat well enough so that my body stays strong for as long as possible, but I feel like my reward should be something like, “And now, Brooke, after all that hard work, you shall be rewarded with the loss of the sugar craving. You will now enjoy the foods you eat that sustain you and will not feel disappointed at the end of the meal because it was “so healthy” and there wasn’t a sweet reward.”
Is that too much to ask? I guess so. <sigh>
So I am down two pounds today. Two more to go until I am normal again. And still I wait. And work. And hope some day for that reward.