…pretty well, actually. I’m having regular occasions upon which I consider driving through at a fast food joint, ordering from Domino’s Pizza, etc. And yet, I somehow get wrapped up in something else (the boy) and the impulse fades. I even ate a JC dinner tonight, whereas the last two nights I’ve eaten frozen, better-tasting stuff that I had around. I need to get better about actually following the plan and eating everything (fruit, milk, veggies) that I’m supposed to have in addition to the frozen/shelf stable prepared food, because that’s the only way I’ll feel full. I’ve definitely been hungry the past few days, but usually, when I get hungry, there’s something I can have — lunch, snack, veggies, yogurt, salad — to keep the wolf at bay. It usually just barely satisfies me, but it’s enough. I’m learning how little is really enough to satisfy me.
That revelation should be comforting in some ways. I can save money because I don’t NEED that much food to survive without being hungry. I’m finally getting in touch with appropriate portion sizes. I’m learning that food is fuel, and I don’t need all that much. But, you know, I still wish I could eat more because there’s a sheer, mind-numbing pleasure to it. My mind is just wired that way, I guess. Or maybe it’s just a habit that I need to get out of. Either way, I’m going to keep up what I’ve been doing. Hopefully, it’ll get easier, and more natural with time.
Oh, and I’ve got my 20th high school reunion in a week and 1/2 (and I start the new job right after that) so it’d be nice to feel better about myself for those occasions.