What's Your Why?

So, I'm working on this mindful eating program, and it's been kind of eye-opening in a very "duh" sort of way.  

One of the topics it mentions is preventative eating - eating when you're not hungry because you are afraid you'll get hungry when you can't eat.  So, for example, shoving down lunch at 11AM because you're in meetings from 11:15 - 2:00.

The analogy the writer/doctor gives is, that's like wearing a coat in anticipation of being cold in a few hours. It's pointless and uncomfortable.  And given my irritation at being overheated, I would never preemptively subject myself to that.

But of course I've done it.  Of. Course.

I'm trying, y'all.  This week has been sugary.  I've eaten so much crappy candy.  And if we're being completely transparent at the moment, I am still hungry after dinner.  And this isn't "I'm craving something".  It's, I need some more fuel, and I don't know what that is.

That's the thing about this new program.  I have to try not to obsess about food, but I have to really think about eating.  Like, all the damn time.

All of that to say, I went to the Farmers Market this morning and bought up a bunch of essentials. My favorite was a Mr. Stripey tomato.  They are so good, and good for you.  And pretty.

I also got some blackberries, but it's so hot out, they're practically already blackberry wine. I threw them in the freezer.  I'm thinking I may have some tonight. You never know.

And flowers, and blueberries, and so on...

As I said, I'm obsessed.  Which sucks.

The mole removal process is going OK.  We'll see what the end result is, but so far, my face is largely intact.

The rest of the summer is shaping up to be action packed.  I could use a massage.  Maybe tomorrow. Or not.  My pedicure is a little wonky, but I need to wait that out.  We have an outdoorsy outing next Saturday, and I'll redo my feet thereafter.

Ok.  I've sat long enough and my hunger is not emotional or situational in origin.  I think I'll try a small bite or two and see if that takes care of it.

So. Damn. Boring.