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Sometimes

Sometimes.... I have anxiety over food.
Not  about the structure of my eating or anything like that, but because sometimes... I just want to eat bad!

Sometimes... I just want junk food! 

Sometimes... I just want a bowl of cereal for a meal instead of a perfectly balanced amount of protein, fat, and healthy carbs!

Sometimes....

But most of the time, I love the way I eat.
Why? Because it makes me feel good and look good.

I'd much rather have occasional anxiety because I can't eat certain foods than to have constant anxiety or feeling down about myself because I hate the way I look and feel.

Sometimes.... you gotta give up what you love for something you love more.

I love sweets and junk food and would seriously live off cereal, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and Doritos, if I could.

But what I love more is being fit, looking lean, and feeling good. And that's not just sometimes, but ALL the time.

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  1. DreamingofArnoldJuly 10, 2012 at 9:02 AM

    I used to sit down with Jethro size bowls of cereal with a tablespoon and be in complete heaven, so I understand COMPLETELY! :)

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    1. LindsayJuly 17, 2012 at 12:10 PM

      Oh, those were the days! ;)I used to eat Cheerios before bed every night just a few years ago...

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  2. The Small Town GirlJuly 16, 2012 at 3:56 PM

    Thank you for this post! I've been lacking the motivation and desire to eat clean recently. This post makes me realise im only human too, and it has spurred me on to persevere :)

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