Part of this, is because prior to turning 30, I could eat whatever I wanted. I was a whopping 125 pounds, 5’9″ and had a metabolism that allowed me to eat absolutely anything I wanted. It was amazing. But it also meant, I never really learned how to take care of myself. Because I didn’t have to. I was young, skinny and invincible to calories.
Fast forward to 34 and it’s a bit of a different story. I’m 35 pounds heavier than I’ve ever been in my life (excluding my last month of pregnancy) and I feel sluggish. Not a way to be when your 4 year old’s energy levels mimic that of…well…a 4 year old. I’ve been sick a lot, my clothes don’t fit, and I’m tired of seeing crappy food in our pantry. We’re grown adults. It’s time we start acting like it.
And so, this year, I vowed to get my health back in-line (among many other resolutions). And yes, I fully realize this resolution of mine is absolutely not unique in any way. But it’s necessary. And we’re ready.
I spent all day today grocery shopping, and clearing out our pantry and fridge, ready for our 21 Day Sugar Detox that we’re starting tomorrow. I’ve done these types of things in the past, and I’ve failed miserably. I can’t promise this won’t be another failure. But I’m hopeful that this time I’m serious enough, and committed enough to complete this.
A is going to make it tough. He refuses to eat anything other than buttered noodles and broccoli lately which means Sarah and I are going to have to have some serious self-control to feed him 4-year old approved healthy food, while we choke down another salad. But maybe, just maybe, with enough willpower, we’ll be able to get him to enjoy some of these meals, and he’ll grow up with a much better attitude towards food than I did!