One day I'm in tears, the next I'm fired up and ready to go. I feel like a teenaged girl with all these emotions.
I've released the stigma on food. The food I eat is not the problem. Carbs are not evil. There is no sugar addiction. Fat is okay to eat. Protein is amazing. I can eat all of them. That part has made me so happy. Free from crazy (stupid) food rules. Even James thinks that I'm happier. He's been lifting with me three times a week, which is awesome. He is an amazing man who is so supportive. So thankful for him.
Between all the colds and flus in February I'm behind on my mileage. I'm not too upset about it. I can't go back and try to full while squirting from both ends. It's nice to have no guilt about listening to my body.
And now I think I'm ready to introduce a deficit back into my calories. Hopefully that will get things moving in the right direction again.
The last two months have been so hard, yet so rewarding in different ways.
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