In our training session this morning, I was telling Lacey that I'm slipping into a bad place with the food stuff. I'm giving into cravings again--mostly for ice cream. Take last night for example: Needing an fix, I bought a pint of Stonyfield Farm frozen yogurt. 140 calories a serving doesn't seem so bad, right? But four servings later--I ate and ate and ate, and finished the entire thing in one sitting--my little "fix" cost me 560 extra calories!
A couple hours later, Lacey sent me an email. Sure it might be a little harsh, but the truth is I needed to hear it. And there's enough sweet stuff in my belly that I don't need sugar-coating when it comes to good advice. Here's a snippet:
"Stop playing small with your goals. I'm tired of your B.S. about the cravings. YOU desire sooo much MORE. GET out of your own way!!"
It's true. I've started to stand in my own way lately. Once my goal started to seem really attainable, I started to visit the self-sabotage city I used to live in, food-wise. I alone am the person standing between my body and the body I want to have--and I need to stop standing in my own way.
And what better day to get back on the shape-up horse than today, the start of a new month?!
Here's my 3-step plan, a contract I'm signing with myself. I, Margarita Bertsos, promise to...
...start keeping a food journal again. It's time. I've taken about a month off from recording what I eat and while I may have needed a break, I know for certain that now it's just become an excuse. I was avoiding it because it's much easier not to face the food stuff.
...read labels religiously! I used to never want to know how many servings I was eating (I'd ignore the fact that a package of nuts had three or four servings!) but the hard truth is I can't fool my body. It'll know--and the evidence will show itself in torn seams and half-zipped skirts.
...face the fact that a craving isn't actually going to kill me if I don't give into it. When I get an urge like I had last night, it's a feeling of needing the fix immediately, and nothing else will do. But what's the worst that's really going to happen if I don't bury my spoon in a tub of Ben & Jerry's? And if I could just hit the pause button before running to freezer bin at the deli, I'd probably realize that the overpowering demand is all in my head.
Are any of you also standing in your own way? What do you need to do to get out of it? If you had to sign a contract with yourself today, what promises would you need to make? (Write it down in the comments section---I promise, writing it down will help you stick to it!)Related Links from Glamour:
