So somehow in the month of absolute freedom and bliss (and ok, fine, I'll admit it, occasional boredom) that followed my two bar exams I managed to gain 10 lbs. Probably that post bar trip to an all-inclusive (re: buffet) resort didn't help matters. In any case I've started a weight loss slash stabilization campaign.
After complaining to a few ppl that my work schedule only allowed a 6am workout option I decided that it could be done. So starting September 22nd, I woke up at 6am on weekdays to workout before I got ready for work. On the weekend I just worked out whenever I felt like it. Anyway, in the first week after adding in exercise to my daily routine I decided to institute a no meat or cheese at dinner rule.
Interestingly the most difficult part is not the no meat or cheese part. It's redefining who I am via what I eat. I'm not the girl who eats, "Salad only, please." I eat bacon. Nay. I love bacon. And steak and butter and pasta. And I love love love me some cheese. French fries with gravy and cheese please!
As long as my understanding of Tex-Mex was meat + cheese + tortilla, it was my favorite cuisine in the world. It's harder getting used to my identity as a seafood with light lemon juice person than it is to actually eat said meal. Isn't that interesting? How much of my identity I credit with what I eat? That I'm a hearty-freewheeling-red-meat-eating-bacon-grilling gal. A real person eating real food. I feel like this healthier person is a wimp. "Oh, steamed veggies instead of fries, please." I feel like I'm lamer just because I don't eat meat.
Wuss that I am now (and embarrassed to be).