I don’t have a lot to write about today. It was a fairly no drama day. This is not to say that my life is usually filled with angst and dramatic events. Most of the time, I’m pretty even keeled. This doesn’t mean that I don’t run into stress sometimes, but I don’t usually go all wiggy with it.
That said, I guess there was always an undercurrent of tension and anxiety about food. What would I eat? Would I stay on my diet? Would I be able to get the food I wanted when I wanted? What would I want? Even on days that I was following my food plan or a diet and packed a lunch for work, I’d obsess to some extent. What if lunch time rolled around and I didn’t want the meal I’d prepped and packed?
I’m sure I’m not the only one who sometimes loathes food she usually likes. Have you ever made, for example, a yummy salad with flavorful ingredients that are also healthy and savored every bite? Ever make the same thing right down to the lettuce leaf but when you were about to eat it suddenly thought, “Bleck. Garbage!”?
These days, I still get some of those conflicting food thoughts, but not nearly as frequently as in the past.
Even when I’m away from home in situations where I don’t have the ability to keep a stocked fridge and pre-plan every meal, I don’t get all twitchy. Honestly, no matter where I am or what I’m doing, it’s fairly easy for me to find some protein to eat. Once the protein need is met, everything else is gravy — in a matter of speaking.
Planning is important. It begins with my weekend supermarket shopping trip. I make sure that I have all of the meals and snacks covered on my list. Milk for my morning protein shakes. A few Greek yogurts, some lunch meat, and a soup or two will give me a variety of choices for lunch. Whatever I consider making for dinner usually lasts for a couple of meals. Fruit, some veggies. I’m good to go.
Every morning when I’m getting ready for work I decide what I’m taking to work for two snacks and lunch. Sometime during the day, often on my drive home, I choose which of the dinner choices I’ll make that evening — unless I’m eating leftovers, in which case the decisions already been made.
Doesn’t this make it all sound incredibly easy? That’s the fun part. It is that easy! All these years I’ve obsessed over my meals, creating God knows how much stress and drama. None of it was necessary. Honestly, it can be rather matter of fact.
It feels great! I’ll take a “no drama” day over the old way, anytime!
I guess I never realized just how much underlying stress I had about my meals until I consistently experienced its absence.