As TJ commented on my first blog of this round, I'm not hungry. My body doesn't mind juicing in that sense. I do feel like I need fuel at certain points in the day, and the juice definitely satisfies that. But someone needs to remind my mind that I'm not eating.
My mind associates certain foods with certain situations. At work on Friday, my mind wanted to remind me to get a handful of pretzels every time I walked past the kitchen. "No, I don't do that anymore." I got up this morning to take my kitty to the vet, and as I walked around the corner in my old neighborhood I thought, "Oh, I'll grab a coffee and a bagel." A coffee and a bagel were always the reward for getting up early and going to the vet. I used to associate grilled cheese sandwiches with my grandmother -- to the point where, when she died, and someone offered me a grilled cheese sandwich, I broke down in tears. Irish coffees make me think of living in Jamaica Plain. Blue potato chips make me think of . . . well that story just isn't any of your business.
Comfort food is more than food rich in butter and fat. Comfort food is whatever your mind finds comforting. And right now, it is harder to quiet my mind than it is my body. It's the angel on one shoulder, devil on the other scenario. My body is fine with green juice but my mind is telling me to order Chinese. The irony is that no matter how aware I've become of what is good for me, and no matter how much my body agrees, my mind is always parading my bad choices in front of me. I have never thought of myself as food obsessed, but when I strip it all away and look at my habits I start to wonder if food is my drug of choice.
Daily Breakdown: Saturday
Juices Consumed: Lettuce/Cucumber/Tomato/Cranberries/Celery/Carrot/Apple/Lime/Banana/Ginger
Exercise: I'll get back to you on this one
Weight Loss: 2.5 lb (Juice Feast Total: 4.5 lbs)Bodily Functions: Increased urination
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