Ever notice how our (American) society revolves around how much sugar we eat and where we can get our next caffeine fix?
When I first dropped sugar from my diet, it became obvious (this might be similar to someone who quits smoking and then realizes their clothes smell like cigarettes). If you aren't watching an ad for a new car, odds are pretty good you're seeing one on fast food. If you drive past a drugstore, gas station, or convenience store, the signs almost always will tell you how much soda you can get for the least amount of money.
The ads for super greens that will rock your world, however? Pretty nonexistent.
So this week was....stressful. Even by my standards. Three days of training on managing our new website. I'm not a techy person, although I'm pretty competent at using computers. Since I write, and manage certain types of communications that will involve the website, I opted to take this training so I wouldn't have to rely on the more tech-y types to do half my work for me. And found myself ass-deep in alligators. And since the rest of my job didn't go away while I was spending 8 hours a day in training, it's been even more stressful than usual, and I brought about 40 lbs of work home.
This morning, I spent a bunch of time getting lost on the internet reading more than I probably needed to know about GERD (followed a link from Lex26's journal--I don't HAVE GERD, so I probably shouldn't have), and a bunch of stuff I already knew about diabetes, which I'm heading for, and scared myself silly, since what I do currently have is a problem releasing my addiction to fast energy (see the aforementioned national obsession with sugar and caffeine). Caffeine, mostly, but gee, I wonder what the chances are that my weight loss challenge is as much related to high stress levels as anything else.
Breakfast this morning: two eggs, 2 oz sausage (I'm going to make my own this weekend), 1 cup mixed greens (baby kale, arugula, chard, and some others. There was a box. I took it.), 2 tablespoons shredded cheese. I eat less cheese when it's grated than if I cut it up, so I've moved the stand-up grater to a permanent home on the counter top. Off to drink my cranberry water and then go do the grocery shopping.