So lately I’ve been getting a lot of comments from people I haven’t seen in a few months about how much weight I’ve lost. The crazy part about all of this is that I feel like I haven’t even been trying. Let’s recap the past few months.
January – Moved back home from downstate. Dealt with the reintroduction to the parents. It was uphill to say the least.
February – Figuring out my life, applying to culinary school, basic breathing and sleeping.
March – Accepted into culinary school, took bartending classes that so far have gone nowhere, and St. Patrick’s Day (ß deserves noting)
April – Started culinary school and realized what a time commitment this was. Commuting and school 24/7.
May – Ditto of April with a smattering of visits downstate. Discovered Paleo.
June – 23rd (I’m a Blink-182 song?) birthday(!). Finished my first quarter of school. Visited old roommate in San Fran. (P.S. Marc, please move home. Kthx.)
July – Started second quarter of school. Birthdays and babysitting galore.
And here we are. I realize this is reductionism at its finest, but honestly I can’t pinpoint a time when I said, “I’m going on a diet”. It just kinda…happened.
I’ve always been wary of dairy because I’m lactose intolerant, but I started watching my gluten intake too, and noticed how much better I felt without it. So I ran with it (as much as I could). Now I’m not going to sit here and tell you I have the best willpower in the world, because that would just be a lie. When I crave Taco Bell (which is far too often) I go and get Taco Bell…we’re all works in progress. However, I try to stick to avoiding dairy and gluten as much as possible when eating. It’s more of a conscious decision not to do it, than an unconscious decision to eat those foods…if that makes any sense.
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