21 Days Makes a Habit

That's what we're told, anyway. Twenty one days, and you're in the clear. That's probably an overstatement, but it is getting easier to make the right choices. I'm not really missing booze, I've dropped seven pounds, and it feels like I've made a change for the better. The workouts are regular and the diet is pretty good. I haven't even opened the liquor cabinet since I started this and there's a cold beer still in the fridge.

I still don't question my food choices enough. When I'm hungry or enjoying the taste of a meal, I have zilch in the will power department. Animal hunger or the evil part of my brain has changed tactics, but I eat before a meal and then during the meal. When I'm eating, I can't seem to direct myself to the better portions on the plate. Instead of finishing the meat or veggies, I'll eat the rest of the rice. Those barbequed potatoes with melted cheese definately dissapear.

Well, a new goal now. Not as glamorous as the booze, but just as tough. I need to ask if what I'm eating is right and I should just deal with hunger until the meal is ready.