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This morning I've already chewed my nails down to their little nubs over the stress of possibly moving to a new state, while whishing past chocolate donuts and an open bag of potato chips. I don't even care about those food items anymore. They don't matter to me.
Before Atkins, if I'd found out there might be a possible move to another state after being put for 6 years, I would have pulled a 'Millionaire' and 'phoned a friend' from the Pizza Hut down the street. Back then, happiness came with stuffed cheese in the crust.
Happiness also came with acne, 325 pounds, and sleeping all day long because I was too tired to be alive, let alone do it well.
Still, even after starting this way of eating, and doing well at it, I'd still relive those times of eating when a stressor presented itself. I'd have pizza or pumpkin pie. I'd also end up more sick than imaginable, curled up in bed in a fetal position thinking, "WOW! That was dumb!"
The last time I bothered to eat pizza, I sat down and really tasted it. It doesn't even TASTE good anymore. Eating this wholesome way and then eating a glop of doughy pasty fatness smothered with inerior tomatofood and cheesy frosting just didn't taste the way it used to, because my brain isn't being tricked by the MSG anymore.
You know how a smoker, when stopping, can suddenly smell smoke everywhere they go, when while smoking it wasn't something they usually notice on themselves or others?
I taste something I haven't had in a long time and it really isn't good. My brain had been so conditioned to accept MSG and other additives and chemicals that it believed what it was tasting was good.
So here I am this morning, nails aching from stress (A bad habit, nail biting), but it never occurred to me to even sniff the donut today after 8 months on this way of eating, let alone eat it.
And the food I used to covet more than anything? Pizza?
I ordered an entire pizza the other night with the intent to eat it. It arrived. I smelled it. I looked at it, and I contemplated it.
Then I threw it away.
So, yes. I am worrying like a silly girl about what could be in the future, even while laughing over the little things (like selling a home gym and some shutters we never bothered to hang on the house). But you know what? The one food demon I've been fighting all this time no longer has its hold on me.
Not anymore.
Yours won't either if you believe in this way of eating.
Go us. Go Atkins.
Before Atkins, if I'd found out there might be a possible move to another state after being put for 6 years, I would have pulled a 'Millionaire' and 'phoned a friend' from the Pizza Hut down the street. Back then, happiness came with stuffed cheese in the crust.
Happiness also came with acne, 325 pounds, and sleeping all day long because I was too tired to be alive, let alone do it well.
Still, even after starting this way of eating, and doing well at it, I'd still relive those times of eating when a stressor presented itself. I'd have pizza or pumpkin pie. I'd also end up more sick than imaginable, curled up in bed in a fetal position thinking, "WOW! That was dumb!"
The last time I bothered to eat pizza, I sat down and really tasted it. It doesn't even TASTE good anymore. Eating this wholesome way and then eating a glop of doughy pasty fatness smothered with inerior tomatofood and cheesy frosting just didn't taste the way it used to, because my brain isn't being tricked by the MSG anymore.
You know how a smoker, when stopping, can suddenly smell smoke everywhere they go, when while smoking it wasn't something they usually notice on themselves or others?
I taste something I haven't had in a long time and it really isn't good. My brain had been so conditioned to accept MSG and other additives and chemicals that it believed what it was tasting was good.
So here I am this morning, nails aching from stress (A bad habit, nail biting), but it never occurred to me to even sniff the donut today after 8 months on this way of eating, let alone eat it.
And the food I used to covet more than anything? Pizza?
I ordered an entire pizza the other night with the intent to eat it. It arrived. I smelled it. I looked at it, and I contemplated it.
Then I threw it away.
So, yes. I am worrying like a silly girl about what could be in the future, even while laughing over the little things (like selling a home gym and some shutters we never bothered to hang on the house). But you know what? The one food demon I've been fighting all this time no longer has its hold on me.
Not anymore.
Yours won't either if you believe in this way of eating.
Go us. Go Atkins.
23/F
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