I have time to write now, and of course it’s about food. SURPRISE!
I’ve been seeing a nutritionist for 3 months now, very helpful, but this only helps to reach my point.
I’ve done some reflecting over the past week, (in Miami nonetheless) and while I consumed my weight (guiltlessly) in pizza pot pie, hearty breakfasts, and Cuban food, I had a breakthrough.
My binge eating disorder stems from reflection. Reflecting on memories of spaghetti dinners at my Nana’s house, or that one time at the Taste of Chicago when Jason knocked a slice of Eli’s Cheesecake out of my hand. Birthday dinners with my grandpa, holidays with family. Food is comfort to me. Food is nostalgia.
For the next 6 weeks I will be cutting back on foods I enjoy most. Bread, cheese, pasta, beer…carbs. I will be working out 3 times a week, while weighing in weekly to track progress. On September 14th I vow to be stronger, I vow to be healthier, but most importantly…I vow to not be afraid to be fit.
In my past, being “fit” came with heartache. Today, I am the happiest I have ever been. I challenge myself to change, to say no, and to learn that I can maintain a healthy lifestyle while being HAPPY.
Let the games begin.