fried eggs and panceta, with agave nectar instead of maple syrup
After the smashing success of the Lenten Byzantium fast, I ate gluttonously for about a week-and-a-half, slid back into regular eating habits (which weren't that bad to begin with), minus dairy, and found I'd gained back all the weight I'd lost in three weeks. Areyoukiddingme? Well. Some of that has a lot to do with my lack of activity (did I mention I loath running?) mixed with a fateful cocktail of Bad Genes and Slow Metabolism, but some is also probably due to a lifetime-built bad relationship with food and eating. For me, food is a necessary poison. And that whole concept is so tiring in and of itself, it's enough to make me throw out all concern for health and eat the first thing that crosses my path (lock up your cats--kidding!).
I need an eating makeover, and it's not going to happen unless something drastic changes about my approach to meals and eating. My hope is that if I make mealtimes deliberate and expressive, I'll find the joy of an art in it, which will yield more satisfaction apart from the eating itself. If I have courses planned out, then I'll be less likely to overeat, and less food will go to waste. Buying only what I need for two or three days will help on the financial and health fronts, as well as bring the natural high of a deliberately lived and well-ordered day.
. . . Right?
We'll see how it goes. Today I'm motivated, but tomorrow I might just open the refrigerator, groan, and pack the Squirt into the car for some Taco Bell. And the exercise? Well . . . one step at a time.