One day at a time, baby. I knocked it out of the park yesterday with food, and now I’ve got a confidence surge. I can do this: one day at a time.
One Day At A Time is the sobriety mantra, and it works for that. It worked for me. As I was describing to my friend Andrew on our run this morning, I don’t think I’m an alcoholic. My off switch is fine, my dimmer switch is wonky. So I don’t lay claim to the kind of strength in struggle that alcoholics show. But borrowing that page from their playbook worked for me.
So can it work for food? Why can’t it? This might be the elegant solution I’ve been looking for. So here it is:
I map out my food in the morning. All of it. The whole day’s worth. If I don’t know what we’re having for dinner, I plan to have a cup of brown rice, a cup of legumes, and a cup of steamed veggies.
And then I don’t deviate from the plan.
A confidence surge is great, but what about the long haul?
Sustaining these things is where it gets tough. But I think the “revert to rice and beans” plan really is the solve. Because it was always the gaps that messed me up. Not knowing what I’d eat in the morning led to eating whatever during the day, then not logging, then… well, the lack of progress speaks for itself.
So now, I have a solution to that. Make it up. Decide what I’m going to eat that day, at 7 a.m., and stick to that come hell or high water.
This is where it’s good to have a supportive spouse. She also wants to get on board the better meal planning train, but we both find ourselves distracted and at loose ends. So on days that there’s no evening meal plan, I’m now going to go ahead and manufacture one to make sure it’s all logged in the morning.
And then I stick to it.
This plays to my on/off switch and not my dimmer switch. Let’s go.