The Line in the Sand

My favorite salad. 

Three days ago, at lunch with my family, I finally realized the depths of my addiction to all things refined after ordering.  I was unable to make myself order something reasonable.  I saw my son and uncle ordering the very thing I coveted most, a tenderloin Manhattan!  This is nothing new.  I am good at rationalizing, hiding, deceiving myself that I am in control.  I have gotten off and on the bandwagon so many times that I was again afraid to try one more time.

But on Monday, I knew I had to do something.  So, in desperation, I started re-reading my South Beach Diet book. And on Tuesday, I was on the plan.  For the next two weeks, I am carb restricted in order to break my unhealthy fixation on all things carb.  The thing I like about South Beach is that eventually I get to add back healthy carbs, slowly.  The only disagreement I have is that they advocate sweeteners, canola oil, and low fat dairy.  I will just skip those. It is an old book.  Maybe the revised book addresses this issue.

I am also finally over my bronchitis, so I am going keep up with my biking and weight training.  I need to add more aerobics. I've noticed that I get winded going up stairs since my illness.  It's so hard to get back to normal after a month off.

That's all for now.  I am back on track.  Hopefully.