I have hardly had any sweet biscuits in the last two months. Less than a dozen. I used to eat half a dozen or more a day.
I haven’t eaten any lollies. Some chocolate, an icecream and a bit of rocky road, but no lollies. And I used to eat red frogs, and snakes and teeth and … Who am I kidding? I used to eat lollies galore.
No sausage rolls in the last two months.
Hardly any cake either. Unless I count banana bread!
Sweet dessert on the odd occasion but not a regular addition to my day.
I haven’t eaten chips when I get home from work. No Twisties either.
There have been a couple of bad days. The day I ate 3 Ferrara Rocher in quick succession and then ate 3 chocolates from Cadbury assorted. Mindless eating at its best. And last night’s dinner was lacking in all nutrition and gave me a tummy ache. (I’m embarrassed to write. Please read this quickly: 4 slices of white bread toasted with honey.)
But I am not “on a diet”. Nor am I being good or bad.
I am trying to change my eating habits and eat more healthily for my body’s sake.
It does get easier. Cravings have lessened. I don’t “need” some salt when I get home. Or some lollies to keep me going during the day.
That I have made small changes for the long term seems hard for many to understand. “When are you going back to eating X?”, “Are you still not eating X?” Or “I thought you were on a diet,” are common comments.
I think this is the new me.
More whole foods, fewer processed, sweet and salty foods.
Blood test next year will hopefully show that the changes have had an impact on my inner health. In the meantime, my waist is happier, as is my stomach. I am no longer feeling bloated and suffering indigestion (except after last night’s dinner).