I’m feeling oddly curious about my some of my behaviors this week, not sure exactly what to make of them. They are uncharacteristic of me and I am wondering if change is afoot. The other night I had kind of a funky tummy (inside, not out) and wanted something comforting for dinner: chicken noodle soup. Not Campbell’s, mine. Paired with some mini-croissants from the grocery store, my soup tasted fantastic and just exactly what I needed. Its warm noddle-y goodness wrapped around me like grandma’s quilt and I felt so much better. But here’s the alarming thing, I stopped at one bowl. Do you need to re-read that? I stopped! Because I was finished! I was satisfied with the soup, and I wanted to save room for the chocolate pie I bought at my son’s insistence (crazy insane insistence!). Normally, I would eat cns to maximum capacity, but that night, I didn’t want more. I KNOW! Amazing right?! So anyway, I get my smallish piece of pie and bite into it and OMGosh what the hell is in that????? It was like no other pie I have ever eaten and I don’t mean that in a good way. I took one more bite just to be sure (I’ve always been one to give second chances), and yep, still disgusting. So you know what I did? I THREW THE PIE IN THE TRASH. Major major breakthrough for me. And the really interesting thing was that I didn’t even really think about it at the time, I just kind of did it. Maybe IE really is starting to become intuitive for me. Strange occurrence numero 2: I made an attempt at yoga last night, and surprisingly, I was not the bumbling buffoon I thought I would be. I DVRed Namaste Yoga from FitTV and when I got home from work, I shooed the kids outside and started in. It was relaxing and energizing at the same time. I really like it and I felt good, except when my 7yo daughter came in with her friend so they could gawk at mom doing some “yogurt”. I quickly told them to go back outside and mind their own business, and I continued. Where’s the strange occurrence you may ask? Well the fact that I did yoga or any other kind of exercise is strange for me. Oh, I go in fits and starts, but I’ve never found anything that I wanted to stick with, mainly because the only things I have tried have been walking on the treadmill and a short stint at jogging. So this is really different for me, but I think I may do it again and see how I like it. And finally the strangest of all: Someone brought donuts to work this morning. Not a big deal, but in my dieting days it would have sent me into a panic because I would have really really wanted one, but denied myself, and then had three. In my pre-dieting days, I would have probably 4 and then felt awful from the sugar rush and subsequent crash. But today, I had already eaten a very tasty and filling fried egg sandwich (it’s a southern thing), and so I wasn’t hungry. Pre IE that wouldn’t have stopped me from having one, but I thought about it and thought about it some more and I decided the donut could not taste better than my sandwich, so I DECLINED the donut. Yep, I walked away. It’s really a strange and uncomfortable feeling to do the opposite of what I have done for so long, but somehow strange and uncomfortable feel okay right now. I know, nothing earth-shattering or anything, just small but very significant steps to freeing myself from so much…mind clutter. That’s what dieting was to me – clutter. Something that was always in the way, but I never could do anything with it. So, I’m giving myself a pat on the back and a “you rock” for my tiny steps forward – yay me!
