There’s something I’ve been running into a lot over the last few months, and it’s starting to bug me.
Don’t look at my salad and say “I’m sorry.” Or “ew.” You can maybe say “that looks healthy” but even that is iffy.
I’m making salads I like. “I’m sorry” is for stuff I don’t want to do, for bad stuff. “I’m sorry you have to get that tooth pulled.” Or “I’m sorry you need to get a leg amputated.” Not “I’m sorry you are learning to eat delicious things that are also healthier choices so you can feel better and have lots of energy.”
What the hell?
Breakfast the day I started this post was blueberry overnight oatmeal. Blueberries are like, God’s Gift to Humanity. They are so good for us, and still amazingly tasty! Don’t feel bad for me that I “can’t” have a McGriddle. I could, if I wanted one. I didn’t. I had my yummy YUMMY blueberry oatmeal and I enjoyed every savored spoonful and had to stop myself licking the jar. (I did lick the lid. Don’t judge.)
Lunch included sweet onion, Japanese truffle tomatoes, and a purple pepper (purple!), all from my local farmers’ market. With it I had raspberry vinaigrette (yum!) and I added delicious pan-broiled chicken breast, swiss cheese (love me some swiss cheese), and sprouts I grew myself from a seven-seed salad mix.
It was delicious.
Not only that, but I’ve lost thirty-five pounds. I walk five miles nearly every day. I went to the gym the other day and rode a bike for ten minutes and got off feeling AMAZING (and wobbly which is why I stopped, but AMAZING) instead of like I was going to die. I have energy, my mind is clearer, and when I escort people at work I keep having to slow down for them. I’m loving this.
Don’t feel sorry for me, man. Just shut up and pass me the chia seeds.
Hurrah, hurrah, HURRAH! I’m SO GLAD things are going so well for you. *tackleglomps!*
Also, YOU’RE LOOKING GREAT! I keep meaning to go comment on your Rivendell post, but I still haven’t gotten to it, so I’m saying it here. I can DEFINITELY see a difference. I love that you’ve found ways to do this without feeling putupon or deprived.
(And that “I’m sorry” nonsense is the most ridiculous kind of peer pressure. If someone’s really bugging you, say that to them. “Wow, dude (or lady), way to peer pressure me to eat what you’re eating.” Stupidest thing.)
Thank you!