I am not a fan of eggs. Never was, never will be. In the past, people would ask me how I liked my eggs, my answer was, "On on someone elses plate.". I was my own worst nightmare getting into my meal plan. My meal plan listed egg whites as a staple. Uhhh... I was so annoyed. The only thing that I could possibly hate more then eggs were veggies and those suckers were on there too. I had not choice. It was a do or die kinda thing. I knew that I had to be all in on this whole process. So.... I rolled my eyes and snatched up my little list of nastyness.
Nine months later, for the most part, I am on auto-pilot. I know what I need to eat and I just do it. With little regard for flavor. Sure, I pick the best of the worst, but I don't nix something on my plan simply because I don't care for it. If Xavy would have told me to eat rabbit poo, I probably would have found a way to add it into some greek yogurt and make it work. There comes a point in the process where it all just clicks. One day you are adding salt or mayo to make your dish taste better, the next you are eating salad mix out of a bag like potatoes chips. Once you understand/remember that food simply "fuel", it is powerless over you. You can suck it up and plow through. I absolutely have times where I slip but getting back on track is inevitably the same series of events. Indulge on a cheat day..struggle with cravings...disgusted with my weakness... annoyed with my plan... buckling down on my meals... then... running on auto-pilot. The trick is, knowing that once you get off track, its not an excuse to quit. It's a chance to kick start it all again.
This weekend I was at a holiday party and spotted a deviled egg tray. Almost out of habit, I popped one in my mouth. I am not exactly sure which habit I was acting on. Was I acting on the the habit of being at a party and grabbing something mindlessly? Was I acting subconsciously because of my meal plan, shoveling in any egg white I see? Regardless, I immediately cringed in regret. I don't like eggs!
Weird...I eat 5-6 dozen of eggs a week for my meal plan. It's what works, so I do it. To be honest, I don't give it a second thought. At home, I eat for fuel. At the party, I was just eating because it was there. My brain some how knew the difference. Your brain is a very powerful tool. It tells you everything that you need to know about yourself. You just have to stop and listen to it. I think that this experience was a wake-up call reminding me that cheat meals are fine here and there, but fat lasts longer then flavor. I know what food choices are right and wrong, I am in control of every thing that I put in my body. Every choice I make is mine alone and my success is directly related to those choices that I make. My brain and body can tell the difference between clean food and run of the mill party food. That means that I have no excuses.
Nine months later, for the most part, I am on auto-pilot. I know what I need to eat and I just do it. With little regard for flavor. Sure, I pick the best of the worst, but I don't nix something on my plan simply because I don't care for it. If Xavy would have told me to eat rabbit poo, I probably would have found a way to add it into some greek yogurt and make it work. There comes a point in the process where it all just clicks. One day you are adding salt or mayo to make your dish taste better, the next you are eating salad mix out of a bag like potatoes chips. Once you understand/remember that food simply "fuel", it is powerless over you. You can suck it up and plow through. I absolutely have times where I slip but getting back on track is inevitably the same series of events. Indulge on a cheat day..struggle with cravings...disgusted with my weakness... annoyed with my plan... buckling down on my meals... then... running on auto-pilot. The trick is, knowing that once you get off track, its not an excuse to quit. It's a chance to kick start it all again.
This weekend I was at a holiday party and spotted a deviled egg tray. Almost out of habit, I popped one in my mouth. I am not exactly sure which habit I was acting on. Was I acting on the the habit of being at a party and grabbing something mindlessly? Was I acting subconsciously because of my meal plan, shoveling in any egg white I see? Regardless, I immediately cringed in regret. I don't like eggs!
Weird...I eat 5-6 dozen of eggs a week for my meal plan. It's what works, so I do it. To be honest, I don't give it a second thought. At home, I eat for fuel. At the party, I was just eating because it was there. My brain some how knew the difference. Your brain is a very powerful tool. It tells you everything that you need to know about yourself. You just have to stop and listen to it. I think that this experience was a wake-up call reminding me that cheat meals are fine here and there, but fat lasts longer then flavor. I know what food choices are right and wrong, I am in control of every thing that I put in my body. Every choice I make is mine alone and my success is directly related to those choices that I make. My brain and body can tell the difference between clean food and run of the mill party food. That means that I have no excuses.
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