Yesterday I did a fabulous workout that killed my hammys and my quads, but I feel great. I love the burn after a good workout, and how it often lasts into the next two days.
I have been trying to eat healthier, but one of my vices is the sweet things. My ND suggested that I just cut them out of my diet, 'cold turkey'. She said that because I'm so addicted to sweets, it's harder to stop indulging if I give in for even one day. This is going to be very hard for me. I will eventually be able to have them again, but yesterday I kept dreaming of chocolate mousse and how wonderful it would taste.
For my workouts, I watch some exercise videos online, and I hear the trainer's mantras in my head all the time: 'Keep your food clean!' 'Keep pushin'' 'Think before you eat something'
I've also been praying. Yesterday was a perfect example. I was looking after my young charge in the afternoon, when all of a sudden he says, "Let's bake cookies!" My eyes rolled up to the heavens and I said to God, "Oh, Lord, you are going to have to help me with this one!" I plopped dough on the pan, put it in the oven, transferred to cooling racks, all while everything in me was aching to just have one. I prayed again. "God give me strength..." And He did! I didn't have even one cookie. It was super hard, but I'm not alone. God is so good.