My Nutrimost Adventure: Is That Bacon I Smell?

Hey, Everybody! Stefani Bishop, here. I'm now halfway through my 4th week of Nutrimost. Changes? Well, the problem with seeing myself in the mirror every day is I don't see any difference... but everyone else seems to. One coworker commented that my jeans are looser. Another told me I'm "wasting away." I've lost ten pounds so far, so they might be on to something, but my goal for overall health is on track; my hydration is improving, and I REALLY DO feel better. I'm sleeping soundly.  I have energy to get through my day.  I know I'm coming off all Rah-Rah Nutrimost, because it's a wonderfully effective program, but don't get me wrong... this process hasn't been easy.

I met up with a friend, just recently, for dinner. By dinner, I mean I had already eaten my Spicy Tuna Apple Cucumber Salad at home, and I would sit, content with my coffee, watching her devour whatever deliciously deep-fried verboten menu item she ordered. I mentally prepared myself for some such thing, but, I was not prepared for the whole experience.  Upon walking in to the restaurant, the smells of the kitchen hit me like a ton of bricks. It was almost overwhelming. Servers were walking past me with plates piled high with sizzling fajitas, buffalo wings, and... *gasp*... is that a bacon cheeseburger? With fries? Coleslaw on the side? The chalkboard by the host stand reads "Soup of the Day: Loaded Baked Potato, Cheddar Broccoli, Chili". The three bartenders were happily blending frozen margaritas (...and salting the rim like I wasn't even standing there.  Rude, right?).

I admit, I was completely distracted for about 15 minutes, taking in all the aromas, my mouth salivating with every dish passed.  My friend was updating me on the goings-on of her life, and all I heard was Charlie Brown's teacher talking at me through the din.

I'm learning to eat better, healthier, than I ever have before, and that's hard when you associate good times with comfort food, and tall drinks. Don't get me wrong, the food I'm making for myself on this plan is delicious, and it's really making me think outside my crock pot.  I'm tackling foods I've always been nervous to cook on my own, and pairing meats with vegetables and spices I've never tried before.  It's a confidence builder, to be sure.  But when a hunk of tiramisu passes by my table, I'm going to want it.  I'm going to want to do horrible things to it with my tongue. I'm human, and tiramisu is heavenly. I have two weeks left to go, so, in the meantime, I'll just dream about running toward a hunk of that confection through a field, and then eating it in slow motion.

I'm not perfect.  I've messed up with the program a little bit here-and-there. I forgot a rule, or my supplements were at home, or I didn't drink enough water... but you know what?  I always get right back on the saddle and promise to do better the next day.  And I do.

You haven't won this round, bacon! (You delicious, fried, ambrosia of the gods, you...)

As of 11/9/15:

Weight: 120.4

Hydration: 50.7%

Metabolic Age: 22 years