Monday, February 25, 2013
And I wanted to snap at her and say "I know that!!" or "I'm breastfeeding!! I'm hungry!! I need to eat!!" or even "bread and pasta are good for you!!"
(I know my mom doesn't like me talking to myself that way so I will say for the record that in general I do not think of myself as a moron, that's just how I react to poor choices I've made).
Tonight I roasted a LOT of veggies (brussels sprouts and broccoli), made some vegan fake barbecue, and then measured out a half a cup of the macaroni and cheese my parents heated up for dinner.
let me tell you, that half a cup took up a TINY part of my plate (and by those standards I guess I've been eating upwards of 10 servings w/ most meals).
I feel pretty good about what I ate tonight. I feel pretty good about not really having any sweets for a week. But there is this irate woman inside of me that does not want to eat sensibly, that does not want to feel hungry, and does not want to count calories. I guess I just have to deal w/ her bitching in my head for awhile.