Thirteen Days

It has been 13 days since I last ate in a restaurant.

It has been 13 days since I have eaten anything pre-packaged or containing processed sugar.

For the last 13 days have have consumed 1 gallon of water every day. . .

and no wine.   *gasp* I know.

For the last 13 days I have eaten only lean clean meats and raw fruits and vegetables in appropriate portions.

I thought I would find myself hungry, deprived, frustrated.

Scratch that.

I never thought I would find myself here.   Now.   Doing this and actually sticking with it.

But now that I am, I find myself thinking that I would feel hungry, deprived, frustrated and I remain astonished that I don't.

I won't lie there have been moments where watching my kids eat a beef fajita quesadilla has driven me to the brink.

The smell of Phil's greek pizza was a taunting that I wouldn't wish on anyone.

But as I lay in bed this morning with Hero Husband talking about all the things that I would enjoy eating that I am not

Steak

Potatoes

Pizza

Hamburger

Key Lime Pie

I realized that I have during the last 2 weeks become a bit of a food snob.  

All of those things sound like a nice treat, but only if they are just that, a treat, and made really really well.  

My key lime pie sounds good and so does Conan's pizza.  My Dad's amazing steak and the hamburger from the Counter Cafe. . . and all of those foods are some of my all time favorite foods.  

My body just feels so good right now.  

So adequately fueled to do what I ask of it, so clean, that I wouldn't want to change that feeling for something as mediocre and passing as Chick-fil-A or Taco Bell (although I still love their mild sauce). 

In another 17 days I will have met my goal and then I will re-introduce those favorites that are worthy of my newly refined taste buds.