Since we moved back here I have been following a ketogenic diet with success too I might add. To date I have dropped 21 of the 45 pounds that I intend to rid myself of. This plan is teaching me a lot about myself, the way that my body works, and, most of all, the effect that many of the foods that I eat and used to eat have on my health. More than all of that, though, my attitude about eating and food is changing.
As I daily remind myself about what is truly important in life, the people I love, those that I encounter on a daily basis, and the influences that we have on each other, I am learning the true place that food should have in my life.
Food is a pleasure that I certainly have spent too much time indulging in over the years. Though I still feel compelled to search out the first asparagus spears of the spring I can honestly say that an anticipation of enjoying a meal of their tender goodness didn't fill my mind so much as the wonder of their sprouting through the icy coldness of a New York Spring.
Being healthy and active to participate in the imaginings of this little boy is far more palatable than any feast than I can imagine.
Yet when the morning light reveals a visit from this son of mine I realize other lessons that I have learned as well. That I can eat in celebration without over indulgence or false guilt.
After all food is one of the ways that this family comes together and expresses itself and why not? I have learned that just because I am happy that my son is here for a visit is not an excuse to be self-abusive or over indulgent. Sure I exceeded the number of carbs that I am allowed a day. But I am pleased to say that my excess was all in allowed foods. My final lesson is that in the aftermath of this indulgence I realize that I am no failure, the choice to eat was mine to make. Tomorrow is a new day to continue on with my new way of eating and there is no guilt in what I have done.