9 days since my surgery. All is well. However, going to the grocery store today brought something to my attention that made me sad, at least for awhile. I'll put this bluntly and honestly: I'm an incredible cook. I'm sure I could get away with being the ringer in those cooking shows where they throw in an amateur to fool everyone into thinking they're a chef. My struggle with weight has never been because I drink soda (none -- not for decades, diet or otherwise) or fast food. My struggle is that no one appreciates my cooking like I do.
I picked up an issue of Taste of Home while I was in line and immediately thought "Hm, that looks good. I could make that the next time the kids are out to visit." And yes, that's still true, but making incredible dishes that I can have none of if I'm to stick with a low carb diet the rest of my life doesn't seem to make sense ... and again, just depresses me. Really, I almost started crying.
There is no answer here -- I just needed to whine. (Wish I DRANK wine...maybe that would make me feel better.) I actually think it's healthy to face this problem (and others like it) because in order to have long-term permanent success, the changes MUST be made. As soon as I start thinking "Oh, I can have this just one time", I will be back on the road to destruction.
On a high note, my grocery bill sure as hell has dropped!! Today I spent literally 10 times more on cat food and wild bird seed than human food. 6 cartons of yogurt doesn't really put much of a dent in the budget.
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