It seems like I eat perfectly well until I try to, and then I sabotage myself. Maybe if we do it together? How about we hold each other accountable? Are you in!?
The funny thing is, I am such a healthy eater. The darker green something is, the more I like it. Lean protein – I don’t really like red meat. I’m not and have never been into sweets – or sugar at all for that matter. I take my espresso with a splash of milk.
So why have I battled with my weight my whole life? Much of it is mental, I know – it’s depression, anxiety, eating to fill a void. More recently, though, it’s been “Oh, you want to make a conscious effort to eat well?!” THWARTED!!
As a senior in high school I moved to Italy to live with a family. Before moving there, I had many preconceived notions about Italian culture and what the Italian lifestyle was like. Having always had problems with my weight fluctuating, I worried slightly over the abundance of pasta dishes and massive meals.
A handful of times, as a youngster, I had been to Italy (and around Europe) to visit my expatriate aunt and uncle during summer vacations, so I had some idea of what my time in Europe would entail. I also seemed to remember, however, that regardless of the elaborate meals, I always seemed to lose weight on these short vacations, so I wasn’t obsessing over avoiding (host) family meals like the plague. Continue reading