So, today is day 4 and I’m hungry. Or am I?
The brain is a funny thing. It tricks you, especially when you’re trying to change bad habits, it tricks you. My entire adult life, every time I tried to get healthy, my brain would trick me into thinking I couldn’t do it. Or shouldn’t do it. That I should give up, quit, eat the things that bring me comfort because the sacrifice isn’t worth it.
Well, not this time. I refuse to let my cravings control me. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t trying. I feel like Katniss, offering myself up as tribute in this game we call dieting. And my competitors, rather than creepy young people from other districts who want to kill me, are unhealthy foods from all the fun categories. The things trying to kill me are starch, carbohydrate, and sugar. They come in the forms of chips, crackers, pizza, and pasta. They bring their friends bread, cheese, rice, and milk. They hunt me through the jungle I call my life right now, and taunt me from every angle.
All the protein and vegetables in the world aren’t satisfying. Or are they, and my brain is trying to trick me into giving up, giving in, and cheating?
I keep reminding myself I’m stronger than my cravings. I keep reminding myself of the ultimate goal. Of the health I want to have. Of the body I want to have. Of the fact that I am committed to undoing the bad habits that are hard wired in my DNA by my mother. I can do this. I will do this.
Like Katniss I will defy the rules, follow my own path, and win the games. I will eliminate my enemies of carbs and sugar and their cohorts one by one. In a few days, my hope is the cravings will lessen, and will be replaced with my craving vegetables and lean protein.
Today the struggle is real. I hope that tomorrow it’s less than today. And they day after less than tomorrow.
Wish me a happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in my favor!
Ciao for now,
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