This is a hard time of year to try to lose weight. That's why at Weight Watchers they emphasize that its about a lifestyle change, not about the numbers on the scale. I understand that, especially after grocery shopping at Aldi after work today. Aldi is just around the corner from my Starbucks store.
I was a little hungry, which was annoying while making decisions about what kind of meals I wanted to make this week and next. Aldi has the best candy and desserts, which are European style. And during the holidays, there is my favorite German Christmas cookies and stollen. Everything is even more decadent than usual. Pumpkin cream cheese. Brioche Bread with chocolate chips. Usually, I'm not paying attention to what cost to my health that these things will effect. I buy a couple of the delicacies, and that's it.
This time around, it was harder. Especially since Bruno and more of his punk friends left this morning. (Read about it here.) Four all together. And when I tested my blood sugar last night, it was completely normal. It was a good number. If I like these kinds of numbers, then my lifestyle has to be the kind of lifestyle that walks past Chocolate Brioche and on to Apple Chips. That I am not that kind of girl anymore who is intimately acquainted with Deep Dish Pizza, but who prefers Sardine Pasta sauce, because of the Omega-3's that she loves. Who has plans to stuff Mini Peppers with Hummus. Who has Ice Cream twice a year. In baby scoops.
Food is not my identity. And it isn't my comfort. It is a way to keep me alive. I'm thankful for the pleasure of eating, but it can't be my idol. That is not the road I'm intend to be on.