Weight Loss

You Don’t Have to Eat Carrots

I have a love/hate relationship with carrots. Love them when they’re roasted or otherwise cooked (air fryer carrot chips are the best), hate them when they’re raw. But all the “health guru’s” say you gotta eat them raw if you want to be healthy. And because I have neither the time nor the desire to cook carrots everyday, I thought raw was the only option when it came to having carrots with my lunch. But then, my former therapist said something:

You don’t have to eat raw carrots if you don’t want to. There are other options, and you’re not going to stick to healthy eating if you keep trying to eat stuff you really don’t like.

My “raised as the eldest daughter” was skeptical. We’re supposed to be the responsible one, the one who does the things to set the example for the younger siblings. I kept eating the carrots until one day I just couldn’t stomach them anymore, and I marched downstairs and threw them in the trash. I haven’t had a single raw carrot since.

Can I let you in on a secret?

You don’t have to eat them either, if you don’t want to. I’ve settled on a strawberry banana smoothie, cucumbers (I even leave the skin on!), ranch, string cheese, and crackers for my lunch, and the best part of all?

I eat it everyday, for the most part. It’s not a struggle to get myself down to the kitchen to make my lunch, and I don’t get bummed out as lunch time approaches because I actually WANT to eat my lunch. The weight coming off is just an added bonus.

Thirty Days of Gratitude

Gratitude Day 14

This is one of my favorite photos of just the two of us 😍

Day # 14: I know I said I was going to do “non traditional” things to be grateful for this year, but I want to shout out Joe, who works tirelessly to make sure I can stay home with Joey and who has been my fiercest supporter in pursuing the mental health help I need.

When I asked him if I could go on the retreat I’m on this weekend (praise Jesus for WordPress’s scheduling feature 😅) he didn’t even let me finish asking before saying I could go.

The Liz from 30 extra pounds ago has been screaming that I can’t pull a certain bathing suit off and I’m an idiot for even thinking I could. Hell, even current Liz is terrified she’s going to get made fun of for wearing it.

But not Joe. He’s seen the work I’ve put in, he’s seen the pounds fall off , and he more than willingly gives me the confidence I need while my brain catches up. Even though I can’t quite see the changes to my body yet, I trust him more than my brain because that bitch has proven time and time again that she’s unreliable at best.

And aaaaaalllll that, plus so much more, is why I am grateful for my best friend, my partner in life, my sun moon and stars.