I don't exactly plan on writing in this every day, just when the mood strikes, but I had some awesome conversations last night with some family members and the boyfriend (okay they were all via text but still)...I never liked to talk about my weight woes with my fella because I thought if I ignored it and pretended it wasn't an issue maybe he wouldn't notice the fat that's been packing itself on over the years. Now I'm learning to find great comfort in talking to him about my concerns and anxieties, and also my successes. When I was entrenched in CW, I knew better than to celebrate a few lost pounds or inches, because I knew they'd be back. It made me feel like a failure, so I just kept it to myself. I taught him what I've learned about insulin and all that last night, and boy is he great...he genuinely takes an interest, and while he's still stick thin and can inhale whatever he wants without worry, I bet one day when we're done with school and doing the marriage thing he'll be totally on board with eating primally. Hell, that's all I cook anymore so he eats a primal diet every weekend :P he has grown up a lot since we started dating in high school, and is very sweet and supportive. It's nice to have that.
During my conversation with him last night, I talked about how all these years on CW crap I thought something was wrong with me, or I just wasn't trying hard enough. But now I feel free! And so relieved. There is nothing wrong with me, I was just sorely misinformed. If anything, that has been the best experience/feeling since going primal.
And, another win, my brother has happily agreed to switch from pasta to spaghetti squash, after I prodded him to think what they feed livestock to fatten them, and what we're encouraged to eat. Same thing. Hehe. Baby steps.