If I can just make it to my 1/2 an avocado at dinner, all is well in the world. I’m now in day 3 of food jail. I’ve been able to stay on track but it appears consistently around 2pm my alter ego, super hungry, other self finds her way in to my brain and taunts me. What’s saved me? My 1/2 an avocado.
One would not think an avocado could be so great. But I simply can not wait to get my hands on it following my daily battle with hunger which haunts me for a few hours around 2pm. Despite having a snack during that window of time, it does not fill or touch the cravings I have. I have no explanation for it. And to be more honest, I’m not really hungry. My body is physically fine, its a psychological hunger. What? Yes, its true. It’s a psychological hunger.
Food jail… why do it if its’ not how you will eat for all of time? Well I say that to myself now. But really there is a lot of how I eat in food jail that will need to continue well beyond food jail. My habits have to change. The psychological hunger for things that don’t fuel my body has to go through a transformation. That’s why food jail is necessary. It’s like an intervention. A reset button. There are things about food jail that I don’t like, that I am uncertain if I ever will like. But first, I’ve got to break the link of my old ways in order to establish new habits.
I’ll take it in small chunks, for today I’ll hold out for my 1/2 an avocado waiting for me tonight.