Surprisingly, I woke with the alarm. Lay there for a bit, and gingerly sat up.
Fully expecting a scream from protesting muscle groups, the silence was deafening. A wee bit of stiffness in the already dodgy knees, which is totally normal ... but otherwise... zip... zilch... nada... not a sausage... :)))))
It's very interesting how easily one's mind reverts to the old and familiar - and therefore self-sabotage - when it comes to food. And with the drastic changes in my diet, I've been waiting for the men in camouflage to sneak up behind me.
I was standing in front of the refrigerator after my gentle waking-up. Another epiphany... I wasn't looking for toast, butter and jam... I was looking for fruit!
"Well, I never," I thought to myself. "Who would have thunk it?"
So two weetbix, two slices of fresh pineapple and a coffee later, yours truly is sitting here blogging about the beginning of day two.
I feel ashamed and guilty because my 89 year old mother is here, working alongside my wonderful husband, dusting and vacuuming our bedroom and living areas, because I'm not allowed to do that yet.
I feel slightly uneasy at how simple this all seems... if it was this easy, why have I been avoiding it? The food tastes just as nice, I'm not really missing the butter on my toast (I now just have a scrape of Healthy Heart spread), I'm really enjoying the fresh fruit and I'm already thinking about nice winter meals that I can try in my slow cooker, that will make life easier for us both.
OK, I'm limited in the physical activity I can do as yet, because the brains trusts have said, take it easy for a week or two.
But my hitherto undervalued life is suddenly looking a tad more inviting... who would have thunk it?
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Again, mountains of kudos to you for making these changes. You are psychologically and emotionally stronger than you've ever been, and so the camouflage demons aren't going to find it as easy as plying a baby with candy anymore!
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