I’m so happy to report that I am still not drinking on the reg. I haven’t stopped completely, but knowing how bad it is for “my shugs”, aka the diabeeeetus, helps so much. I don’t keep it in the house anymore either. That also helps because sometimes it’s not worth it to put my bra back on and go to where the people are. Making the less desirable choices hard to get makes the choices much easier.

Remember when I said the sugar was harder to quit? I am here to report that I did let my sugars slide for the last few months, but now, it’s time. Time to make better choices, time to lead by example, time to change. I hate it. I hate not being able to have cereal or yogurt….french fries…chocolate cake…. Please do not tell me I “can still consume in moderation”. I want to be a lady that can do things in moderation, but it turns out I am an all-or-nothing kind of broad. I can eat an entire box of girl scouts cookies like a pro.

Once I started tracking my food, which is something I think everybody should do, I could see my stress-eating. I could see where it started. I could see that I am out of control. Yes, this is where I accept responsibility and tell my inner child that I don’t have to binge it all when shit goes sideways because it is all my choice. I choose my choice! My choice is changing my relationship with food. Who knows, maybe I will give it another shot with the #veganlife. I’m not ready for that yet, but I’m pretty sure if I did a marathon of the documentaries about food in america that might be a tipping point. Like I said, you just never know.

Nowadays I choose me. I choose my health. I choose to let go of some bad habits for the betterment of my body. I haven’t had anything carbonated in a hot second. It’s not my favorite thing, but once I cut the bubbles my farts reduced down like 80%! I never realized how full of hot air I was–ha.ha.ha. My stomach has been slowly deflating–all the bloat is leaving the building. I do have Crystal Light drink packs because I truly can’t live on JUST water. Those will go soon. As will anything with Sucralose, or Aspartame or any of the chemicals that resemble sugar, but I am trying to do a slow roll rather that a cartwheel. I mean, I’m 46. Cartwheels are definitely not my thing anymore. Slow and steady wins this race….maybe I should get a turtle tattoo next……look! a blue car!