It wasn't the realization of the added ten pounds on the doctor's scale (how I cried) or the 2 minute per mile slower running time; not the puffy face in recent photos or a general feeling of blah. There's no reason for jump starting the healthy eating plan (again) other than it is time.
For the past two days I ate things like this:
- A piece of Millet bread with a quarter of an avocado spread like butter, topped with a scrambled egg (and two egg whites) and a spoonful of fresh salsa.
- Juice made from carrots, celery, apple, ginger, kale, beets, and huge bunches of spinach.
- Gwyneth's Detox Chicken over millet with a side of kale chips.
- Back to Nature's Multi-Seed Crackers with half a piece of jalapeno cheese and a slice of uncured honey ham.
- More juice.
- Whole wheat crusted chicken nuggets baked in the oven with green beans and tomatoes on the side.
Two days of healthy eating and a small dose of exercise (a three-mile run yesterday), and one would assume I was completely on track.
But there's always a hitch when it comes to clean eating, this time it came in the form of tiny white-fudge frosted gingerbread men (120 calories for three) nestled inside a pretty Christmas colored box.
If it weren't for those sneaky gingerbread men I would have conquered two full days free from processed sugar.
Except their pull over me was too strong that I ate three. And then I ate three more. And the 240 calories I ingested happened faster than you can holler, "KALE!"
The good news is that I got a grip on the situation and stopped. I didn't go back for more. But I thought about it, a lot, before running far enough from the kitchen that I was no longer tempted.
One day at a time.
One day at a time.
Do you eat clean or do you struggle? What is it that makes you attack the gingerbread men?
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