Tasting My Own Medicine

As I ate my second slice of banana bread this morning, I realized that I have a problem.

I talk about the importance of eating healthy. I preach that you need to eat your fruits and vegetables, your whole grains, your lean protein, your good fats, etc. I warn against the dangers of overly processed foods and getting hooked on convenience food.

I think it is so easy.

It isn't.

And I have realized I need to try a little harder and by trying harder I mean making some resolutions and sticking to them.

I know a food journal is not for me. Evident by the two food journals collecting dust on my nightstand.

I know that making too many restrictions on my diet will only end up in me scarfing down half a sleeve of cookies or my body weight in pumpkin bread.

I have not quite figured out what will work for me or what type of lifestyle change I'm ready to commit to making.

Now that I have polished off my burgers and fries (Yes, I chose not to correct the waitress and ask for the Seven Bean Salad instead of fries...) and am feeling even more guilty, I am going to watch a movie (more like fall asleep to a movie) and leave these hard thoughts for tomorrow.

The Great Burger Vanishing Act....

But seriously, change is coming...