I’ve finally made peace with some things. For one, I actually do like clothes and looking good. I like looking good A LOT. I’ve been very resentful of the effects insulin resistance has had on my body, so I’ve been acting like a petulant two year old. Fortunately I read something that Liz Hurley said (yeah I know pearls of wisdom from Liz Hurley. Whoda thunk it?) Anyway, she said as she’s aged she’s had to stop drinking alcohol and that she goes to bed hungry every night. Hmph. Bottom line is, I probably would’ve had to change the way I eat with age regardless. Back in the day I could eat whatever and as long as I worked out it was all good. Those days are gone, never to return. 1200-1400 calories is pretty much my maximum if I want to get this weight off. No sugar, no booze, no grazing. This is pretty much the way I have to eat for the rest of my life. That thought used to depress the hell out of me, but I’m realizing that it’s not nearly as bad as the thought of never wearing a swimsuit or being able to shop off the rack at Anthropologie. Hunger is not an emergency, at least as long as it doesn’t make me pass out.
I’ve always had a curvy body, and I miss my waistline more than anything on earth. Insulin resistance has given me two things I never had: a thick waist and a belly. (I’ve made peace with the c-section pooch, despite being a PITA the Luke is worth it.) So if giving up sugar, booze and grazing will help me get my figure back I’m all in. This time, I’m in it to win it.