After a peaceful and restful day, I could not fall asleep for the life of me last night. I was filled with anxiety about changing my diet plan.
I'm cutting back on complex carbs this week. That means that most of my carbs are coming from vegetables. Would I be able to make it without my sweet potato and rice cakes? It seems like a stupid thing to lose sleep over, but I was seriously stressed and anxious.
All of a sudden, I could totally relate to many of new folks I coach who stress about having to follow what I now see as a program that is full of awesome, well-balanced choices. Going from soda to no soda, from pizza to brown rice must be terrifying! Going from sweet potato to no sweet potato, even if just for a limited period of time definitely was.
As I was lying in bed I kept thinking, What if I mess this up? What if I binge? What if I go into Jason's P90X bars? What if I were to just say forget it and pig out? For some reason, these fears seemed like huge monsters last night. I just wanted tomorrow to come so I could I get on with it.
Tomorrow Came. I got my cardio and resistance workouts in. That was surprisingly easy.
The eating? Um, it was hard. I missed my potato and rice cake. My oatmeal! Oh, man. Can we not talk about it? Like for real. I can't talk about it. I have to focus right now.
Water intake. Perfect.
Results. Just as expected. Coming along nicely. I will be where I want to be in five days.
Five more days. Lesson: I had nothing to fear but fear itself.