And let me tell you, this month has been trying in more ways than one. (My heart goes out to those of you who’ve had to move back into their childhood bedrooms: I’m there too.) But the one struggle in particular I’m here to talk about is what I’ve been eating.
When I lived alone, I would eat a couple of apples with pb or oats with honey and nuts for breakfast, a big cucumber tomato salad for a snack at noon, and make myself veggie stir fry at about 4:45 or so before topping off the night with hot tea and some dark chocolate squares. I’ve never been a huge fan of cooking and keeping food in the house that required preparation, even as little as chopping it up, deterred me from mindlessly snacking. I treated myself to a burger or pasta about twice a week instead of my usual stir fry.
My parents keep a LOT more food in their house than I ever did, and they eat a lot more carbs and cheese and meat than I would usually. Dinner is a family affair at 7:30pm (I’m not even hungry then, but I eat with them! It’s so delicious!). Weekend pancake breakfasts are at 10am. And my parents both enjoy cooking and baking and are wonderful at it.
Don’t get me wrong, I love their cooking. I love it too much. I love it so much that it’s taking a hell of a lot of self control not to go for thirds on plates that are already twice the size of what I kept in my apartment. My comfortable, tried and tested routine has been completely shaken up, and I KNOW that I’m eating far more in this more uncertain time.
I don’t feel particularly optimistic, but I do know that eating this much sugar, dairy and carbs has made me lethargic and moody over the month I’ve been back, so I’m slowly trying to get myself back to what I was eating before. I know I’ll feel better if I have more of a plan for my eating habits, I just have to figure out a way to meld my routine with theirs. It’s slow going, but then, nowadays I have nothing but time.
TL;DR moved back into my parents house who have vastly different eating routines and make different choices about what they like to eat. Struggling to figure out how to meld their lifestyle with mine, and though I’ve been overeating recently, I’m trying to renew my enthusiasm for another go at it.
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