As you may have gleaned from previous posts, we're exercising more.
Our aims are many. We'd both like to lose some weight, we'd like to get Terry's diabetes under control (he was recently diagnosed and is on pill meds. Our hope is to keep him off insulin and maybe even get him off his diabetes meds all together).
For that fact, we both take various prescription meds that we'd like to get off of. And of course, there's the benefit that if we eat better and exercise more, we'll certainly feel better.
So far, we're doing quite well. I wont go into the details of our changes, suffice it to say we're seeing excellent results. And I think I'm learning some things along the way . . .
After years of yo-yo dieting, something occurred to me the other day.
No matter what changes I've tried to make in my eating over the years, I've always looked at the plan and tried to get the very most out of the meals. My viewpoint was always "how much can I eat and still stay on program?"
I've done this all my life.
This time though, things seem to be different.
I feel so much more in touch with my emotions and my body. Instead of looking for how much I can eat, this time I find myself paying attention to my body. Rather than eating to a sense of fullness, I'm eating only to where I'm no longer hungry. Substituting a sense of fullness with a sense of satisfaction is a whole new place for me, but one that I'm enjoying.
I'm thinking this is how life must be for those that are naturally thin.
Silly ramblings, I know. But I wanted to write this down while it's still fresh in my mind.