Run for Freedom: Day 17

Triscuits. I left the church, stomach grumbling, knowing exactly what I wanted. Rosemary and Olive Oil Triscuits. I entered Target on a mission. I made a beeline for the cracker aisle. And there they were. I was terrified to make the purchase. I had an overwhelming desire to eat the Triscuits and I was not going to deny myself the pleasure. But I was terrified I would eat with abandon. Would I eat the entire box?

I did not eat the entire box. I ate a single serving. (Now, I am not perfect . . .and I did munch on some while I was making dinner as well.) But I did not eat the entire box. I'm considering keeping a journal of everything I'm eating. I wonder if I'm eating more than I think I am. Do I need to weigh and measure everything? I feel like I should be losing more weight. It's funny that I just wrote that sentence, because last night I literally wrote a yoga class in which I encourage students to let go of what they think they should look like, and just let their bodies guide them. So let my body guide me. I was hungry, I knew what I wanted, and I ate them. And then I was not hungry anymore.

Today I ate:
2 vegan turkey and cheese roll ups
12 Triscuits
1 vegan stuffed shell
1 bowl of apple-walnut-quinoa salad
(And still to come: 2 graham crackers with cookie butter)

Look at that Maryellen. It's not too much. It can't be. It's not too much.