For the past 4 years of my life, I have been either pregnant or nursing a baby. Which has meant, basically, that I could eat whatever the hell I wanted to, with no real consequence.
The Glory Days are over, dammit. I’ve gotta re-learn how to eat like someone with self-control. And I’m not happy about it, either.
I have put on about 8 pounds since my surgery. Part of that is due to the fact that I haven’t been eating as much salad or green/leafy fare, since it’s too fibrous and that would have been too difficult for my body to process. But I *can* eat that stuff now. I just have to counteract with enough fruit to keep things in balance. OK. No problem.
The other reason behind my increasing girth is my affinity for junk food. And the fact that my laptop resides in the kitchen most of the time. Near the fridge. Near the cheese. And the junk food. So I’ll have a little bite here, a little nibble there, and then I realize I’ve eaten ALL of the girls’ cheese stash in the fridge.
Hm. Moving the laptop isn’t really an option at this point… In here it’s at least KINDA safe from Alice, but where I can still get to it during the day. She did start climbing up on the kitchen table last week, though. So I may have to find a new place for it.
Moving the laptop would partially solve the problem, though — because I wouldn’t be in the kitchen so much. But it’s not just that. I’ve had four years to learn this remorseless behavior. And now I’ve gotta unlearn it.
And I’ve never been one that had to diet. Ever. But my mother is a compulsive dieter — totally obsessed with food. So I know HOW.
But damn. I’m not looking forward to eating like a responsible human again. I had gotten quite accustomed to grazing all the time, but now I can definitely see the damage it can do over time. It’s only been 8 weeks since my surgery. I really don’t need to keep up the pound-a-week momentum.
Time to get out the walking shoes, huh?