Precision point

Rather than becoming bored with my routine and settled in my habits and thus letting things slip a little, I am becoming more and more focused.

Part of what they talk about in the Whole30 program (today is day 61!) is what happens in week 3-4. Sometime in that week people tend to just stop caring about food. Food is off the radar as a coping strategy, food does not call to them from the pantry, food is not their first consideration. It's not at the forefront of the mind. That happened to me, and as I've progressed in this program it's become even less and less of a concern. I did my grocery shopping this morning. I picked up some chicken thighs, picked up a couple of beautiful filets, grabbed a couple of things for my husband, and raided the produce section. Nothing called to me. Nothing tempted me. Nothing required my examination. I just wasn't interested. And it wasn't any effort--I wasn't using newly minted brain tricks or refocusing techniques. I just didn't care.

I came home and made some bacon and eggs, cut up an apple and made my tea.I was happy. I was content. I wasn't looking for anything else. It's an amazing freedom, to not be ruled by food. I imagine this is what those who are naturally thin feel like. Food is nice, don't get me wrong. Food is yummy. Food makes me feel awake and energized. Food helps me fuel my WODs and makes my lifts stronger. But that's all it does. It doesn't help me with communicating with my husband. It doesn't help me deal with frustrations at work. It doesn't stand in as a companion for friends who are far away.

I'm so grateful that I've finally realized that. I've finally gotten to a place where I am open to those lessons and I can truly grasp what they mean. It took me years, but I'm finally here.