It has been 5 days since I started the journey to loving my body.
It hasn’t been too difficult. Portion control and cutting out beer and extra bread.
It was a little difficult yesterday, since my mom was in town and decided to take me to P.F. Chang’s for lunch. I ordered the lunch portion of a chicken plate and only ate half of it. I had to ask for a to-go box right away because if it would have sat there in front of me any longer I would have ate it. I was full and that is why I stopped eating, but growing up Latina my parents always told me to “finish everything on my plate” or not I would get in trouble. Growing up that way, it has always been hard to control my eating. I over-indulge out of habit.
But, lately it’s been getting easier to ignore the voice in the back of my head telling me to eat everything on my plate. Baby steps. At least that is what I keep telling myself. Continue reading