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Missing Caffeine and Sugar

Bill and I took a look at our diet and exercise and decided it was time to change it up.  While New Year resolutions may seem lame to some people, we made a few goals, and started going after them on January 1st.  I like to think of them as an overarching "healthy living" goal.   Cutting out some things that just aren't helping us to stay healthy and active was an obvious first step.  Two of those items for me are sugar and caffeine.


Now, I will be the first to admit that this is entirely necessary because I have an eating issue, in that I love food.  I love snacking.  I love cheese and crackers and chocolate and chips and cheetos and cookies and soda and everything bad for me.  While some people do not have to be extreme and can just cut calories, I have to take care of business the hard way.  It has to be all or nothing or it will simply be all.  

I am learning to exercise self control and have one cookie instead of 6 or have coffee with milk and not heaping spoonfuls of sugar and cream.  However, I am not there yet, and I am no longer in denial.  I have to remove the temptation from my life.  Although, as an adult, you have to enforce your own positive reinforcement and cannot wait for someone else to offer you a reward for hard work.  

So, that being said, we allow sugar in the house as a reward for running and exercising.  Sure you can have a cookie...after you run three miles!  Hey, if this is the way Bill and I can get motivated, I say go with it!

So I guess all this goes to say, I am entering into a new chapter with Bill.  We are running together and learning what living and cooking healthy really is, and I am really looking forward to this journey together.

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