There are many goals that I’d love to see come into fruition this year. And in this season of surrender and promises to self…Here’s one thing that I’m going to do my best to give up.
A small thing to some, I know. Still.
Eating trash hasn’t served me well. It’s left me looking a lot like the before pic on this page.
I came back into this post to edit the above so I wouldn’t sound that bad. But big or small, a tummy is still a tummy, no?
I almost wish I was the type of person whose mass increased at an even rate. Because at least then, my body type would make sense to me.
But no. If I eat too many bad calories, a dash will show up on my thighs, a wisp on my butt…
And a TON on my tummy.
Which is fine for some people. But I’ll be honest. I don’t like having a one-of-these-things-is-not-like-the-other physique.
And it’s been funny. I’ve tried not to tweet about my dietary concerns. Because I’m slim everywhere else, I worry that people might look at my profile photo and assume I’m one of those women who whines about what she eats while sporting a perfect figure.
Meanwhile, these new rules that I’m trying to adopt really aren’t all that new. Some today refer to the practice as “eating clean”. I call it common sense.
I was raised by a health nut. I eat well most of the time. And yet…I remember the week last year when I baked at least 3 different times. During that period, I binged on just about everything. (Here, the word “binged” means “sat down and munched half-to-all-of what I made within a few hours”.) I enjoy a salad as much as any other girl. But when it comes to “bad” foods, I have almost no impulse control.
So here we are at the dawn of 2013.
I can’t bring myself to start P90X. Instead, I want to give chickentuna’s method a try. I’ll keep doing normal exercises. I won’t make any special effort, apart from me being at my best. My main changes will be culinary.
They say abs are made in the kitchen. I intend to see if it’s true.