I had so much to write about this morning but somehow I opted to share about my breakfast discoveries, so here goes:
Like many women, I’ve been fighting fat for years and early on in my war I discovered I was not the type to wage it on my own. I’ve been supported by a dermatologist in my teens who had me on the scale before he tackled my zits, later I was a fan of a variety of the fad diets filling up on protein and grapefruit, Weight Watchers had me at those boring meetings, Jenny Craig offered me a free freezer bag to fill with their meals. It all worked until it didn’t. Of course exercise was a constant, whether I was losing or not.
After two years of weight gain, a sad side effect of Pregnisone, I was not happy when I looked into the mirror. I tired to take on the war this time on my own. The enemy was too strong to combat, so I found a nutritionist in my backyard, at the gym and Jenn has been great. Positive and focused on me. For once the war is personal, no longer one size fits all. Sounds familiar right?
So I’m back keeping a food journal, using my iPhone to text Jenn with questions in the moment and slowly the weight, especially around my middle is disappearing. I’m smiling more, shopping more, revisiting the bottom of my drawers to dust off old faves, like the red pants above.
Here’s a secret I can share with you:
Breakfast: I used to love cereal, but it didn’t last long. I was hungry in an hour, but an egg and two egg whites with a slice of whole wheat toast and coffee and I’m good to go until lunch. It’s a pleasure to feel relaxed about eating.
Yes, it’s more expensive than some of my earlier efforts but this feels right for me at this moment in time.
Is there anything better than that feeling when you aren’t struggling to pull up a pair of your jeans?
Now it’s time for the shower and something cool to wear for my guitar lesson.