Once a week (on a good week) I go to a personal trainer (PT). I started going when I turned 50 because I wanted to build some muscle (what the heck was I thinking – me and muscle don’t really go together!). This guy puts me under the table in terms of energy.
Some time during this year of 50, I learned that I had a gluten sensitivity. That fact sent me into a tizzy. The issue? I was a breadaholic. I mean seriously. I would have 4 pieces of toast for breakfast and at least 4 more before the end of the day. I was not full unless bread was in my meal!
So, when I eliminated the bread (and I was starving) I had to put something back in (wine was a good choice but it was difficult to do that for breakfast – although not unthinkable!). My PT gave me some suggestions that I tried to follow. But I’ve got 3 teen carnivores at my house and it was hard to get into that clean eating thing too deeply.
Yesterday my PT said, “You are what you eat.” I started to laugh. Am I the ice cream I have almost every night? How about that chocolate I have after lunch every day? What about that Subway salad I eat whenever I can … the one with the totally disgusting “chicken” and lettuce chopped so small it turns into juice?
Yes, I got a bit of a reprimand. “Disgusting,” he said out loud. Silence from me. So, after my session last night, I went to the grocery store, bought some cherry juice, quinoa, fresh fruit and vegetables and garbanzo beans (plus, stuff for the kids). As we unloaded the kids suggested that I had lost my mind and to please put the steak and tater tots on the grill immediately.
I think this will be a slow process for me. Sadly, I still had my ice cream last night but I did not top it off with chocolate sauce! Don’t tell him, but I’m going to the State Fair next week and all bets will be off!
Have a great start to your weekend.
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