The first 6 days are complete. Tomorrow is day number 7. 7 full and complete days of a new diet. Medically supervised, weighed in, BMR and all that jazz taken down (blood work, Ekg, all the usual work up you know). I spent the last several days in an interesting conversation with myself.
I should indicate, not only myself, but my beloved (that’s a cool word for the loved one in your life, for me, it’s my husband Robin). There were lots of loquacious soliloquies that droned on for the last several days about food, this and that, salty, dreaming, thinking about… Honestly, I’ve come to the realization that when not working and focused, my next best raison d’etre seems to be to eat.
That’s nuts! How the hell am I programmed to constantly think about landyaegers (mmmmm, salty meaty deliciousness). -side note, just typing this now actually is not triggering any emotional desire to have one. Now I have to ponder on that.
Back to the nuts… Why do I spend so much time thinking about certain kinds of foods. I wonder if it has anything to do with true messages from my body that I need more salt, or is it really that “hunger”, that need to satisfy some pleasure center. Is this really programming, or am I truly in need of some physical nourishment.
These are all rhetorical and I don’t actually expect an answer. I just think it’s interesting to at least be able to separate the feelings of desire for something specific to eat, vs just desiring the thing. That must be progress.