Cutting the Cheese

Here is what I love to eat…

Macdonalds

Taco Bell

Sugary drinks from coffee shops

Cupcakes, literally I dream of cupcakes

Most restaraunts

I love a meal my gramma use to make that has cream of mushroom soup and Mayo as the sauce

I could eat spoonfuls of mayo

Oh. KFC hot wings. Luckily not much else from there

Wendy’s big bacon classic

Cake

Whipping cream

Cheddar and mozzarella cheese

Wings

Nachos

Pina colda’s

Sour Cream

Here’s what I shouldn’t eat

Macdonalds

Taco Bell

Sugary drinks from coffee shops

Cupcakes, literally I dream of cupcakes

Most restaraunts

I love a meal my gramma use to make that has cream of mushroom soup and Mayo as the sauce

I could eat spoonfuls of mayo

Oh. KFC hot wings. Luckily not much else from there

Wendy’s big bacon classic

Cake

Whipping cream

Cheddar and mozzarella cheese

Wings

Nachos

Pina colda’s

Sour Cream

The first month I was working out I was seeing results without having to change my eating, which was six months ago….

I wasn’t ready to make the full change, I was willing to workout, and I actually liked it! But changing my eating was a whole different animal.

I have realized along this journey that I have a fear of success; I would get weighed and measured at the gym lose inches and stop at McDonald’s on my way home. My mentality was, well I worked out today so I can have one cheeseburger and a small fry. I totally deserve it. Why do I reward myself with food? Why do I deserve to eat? Why don’t I deserve a manicure or a pedicure instead of a Big Mac? An even better question, why do I need to reward myself at all. I worked out; working out and choosing to life should be enough. Working out is the part of my life that keeps me off the antidepressants I had been on for five years. Shouldn't that be my reward?

By why can’t I stop eating that is the question!

It dawned on me that I need rules and regulations. More then that I needed rules and regulations between Michael and I. I needed a plan an outline to live by. And I needed him to be on board because I will never lie to him about what I’ve eaten and I don’t want to have to admit to him that I went to Wendy’s!

Michael and I sat down and made Our Rules, here they are

NO fast food at all ever. If we need to eat out, it has to be something healthy like Edo, or Subway.

NO sugary drinks from coffee shops except for a Saturday or Sunday. It's funny, I rarely go to coffee shops on weekends (so except for the past week, where I have broken my rule a couple of times) I hardly drink sugary coffee's anymore.

NO fries ever again no matter what.

NO deep fried foods at all.

NO pop at restaurants. It’s amazing, restaurants are basically the only place I drink pop and I had never realized that.

The worst food I have needed to cut out is cheese. I love cheese. However yesterday I asked Michael to start buying cheeses I don’t like. That way I know I won’t eat it!

I have also been working with a trainer for my workouts and nutrition guidance. She would like me to be eating 5 to 6 300-calorie meals a day. That meal should include a carb and a protein at each meal.

Since Michael and I have committed to our rules and I have been following as close to my eating plan as I can I have been seeing results. But more then that I am healthy and I am going to live longer, then I would have seven months ago.

Finally I feel like I broke through the barrier of fearing success, now I crave success. Don’t get me wrong, I still fall apart; last Friday I ate 2 and half cupcakes from Flirt and fettuccini alfredo! I counted that as a cheat day, regretted it for a couple of hours and then woke up Saturday morning to an egg white omelet and whole wheat toast! Delicious success!

The Tasty Truth

On September 12th 2009 I married Michael, the greatest man I have ever met. I was blessed with the gift of his love, forever.

On June 13th 2010 I gave birth to our beautiful vibrant daughter Avery. How do you even put into words the joy and terror being a mother is.

On July 19th 2004 Judi Lynne Dyer died. Gone. Never to mother me again. She was 55, she was a diabetic and supremely unhealthy. I loved her, I miss her and I need her still.

Everyone tells me how much I remind them of her. I have heard gasps as I enter the room full of her friends, I am the walking mirror of my mother.

What scares me is she died at 55. How much am I really like my mom?

When I held my daughter and felt the love of my life over my shoulder looking at me and loving me, loving Avery, I knew I needed to live. For Michael and for Avery but most of all for me. I need to meet Avery's children, I need to hold Michael's had at our daughters wedding. I need to be here, I choose life.

Lets talk about the struggle of getting it right, of choosing to live. You see I am not a born exercise guru, obviously! I love food, all sorts. Well actually all sorts of unhealthy food like, whipping cream and fast food. I love watching movies, sitting on the couch snuggling with Michael and laying in bed reading. I don't like carrots and doing push ups.

This past seven months, I have been working out and trying my hardest to change the way I think about eating and health. It has had massive life changing rewards, I am happier then I have ever been. However is has not come without great challenges. And that is why I decided to start writing and putting my journey towards health freedom out there for all to read. What a better way to stay focused, be vulnerable, be accountable and maybe even help someone else choose life.

So welcome to my journey and thank you for cheering me on!