Oops!

So. Yeah. I feel like such a tool. Seriously. I had a plan and it was a good one. I was ready. It was going to happen and it was going to be awesome.



Today, I started operation "Kicking ass and taking names" (yeah... that's what I'll call it) ... and then I remembered that I hate hate hate eggs. With a passion. I will eat sunny side up eggs with lots of toast. There is no way I am going to eat all egg whites, no matter how I dress them up. I tried. Dear lord did I try. I sauteed onions, mushrooms, green peppers and spinach in olive oil and added those to my egg whites. The vegetables were delicious. The eggs? Not so much. By the time I was done with breakfast I had eaten all of the vegetables and maybe 1/3-1/2 of the eggs. Needless to say, I was starving by lunch time.

As I sat here counting down the seconds until I could eat again, it dawned on me. I have worked way too hard to overcome my unhealthy relationship with food. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. But I can't risk going back to my unhealthy thoughts about food. I used to not care. Not caring for me is bad, bad, 262 lb. news.

I also realized that it is way, way too low carb for me. The last time I low carbed, I lost big chunks of my hair. Not worth it to me. 

So... what an I going to do? Keep on keeping on. I am going to incorporate more of the Mediterranean Diet in to my life, and incorporate more exercise. (Both things I have been striving for for a long, long time.) In fact, I have joined a challenge on Facebook that will get me moving. I have committed to walk/run/move 1,000 miles over the course of a year. For those of you who like me can't do the math in your head, that is almost 3 miles per day, 7 days a week. I can - and will - do it. I just need to figure out how.