on strike

It's official... today... this evening.  My stomach and intestines are on strike.  They are revolting against 21 days,  3 straight weeks,  of eating like hell.  Holidays schmolidays...   cookies,  cheetos,  chips,  salsa,  fudge, goldfish, tacos,  pasta,  m&m's,  alcohol (oh my god.... you know it's bad if I've included that !),  cheezits,  cheese in general,  pie, salads with way too much dressing, peanut brittle,  bar food, fried food, desserts, bread, salumi salami,  you get the idea.....  and YES... it was ALL good :)    

Until this evening....   my head, stomach and every organ from the collarbone down, decided they'd had enough.

I've been ignoring warning signs for about 5 days,  you know,  heartburn, acid reflux, all kinds of headaches and topsy turvy tummy, fatigue (i'm NEVER fatigued) - and the light bulb didn't go on until tonight.  

OK... I got it....  really,  I don't need any more signs.... got it loud and clear.

It's time for veggies WITHOUT ranch dip,  it's time for fresh fruit WITHOUT whipped cream,  it's time for good old fashioned george forman grill chicken breast and salad, it's time for water without vodka and lime, it's time to up the protein and drastically lower the sugar,carbs and portion size,  it's time to write it down and include those things along with the calories.

Wow...   I wish I could have figured that out about 20 days ago. I seriously need to work on the 'practice what you preach' business.

Training for the half starts Jan 5th,  but this eating thing... um yeah... it's starting right now.

xoxoxo