Well, I’m a month and a half into working with Sally South, the nutritional guru with Cornerstone Health Coaching Group, and I’m enjoying every minute of it.
For those who don’t know Sally, as those who do will concur, she’s an awesome person. She’s also very easy to work with. She doesn’t bark at me like some drill sergeant. Instead, we talk and she helps me to create reasonable goals – actually to make firm commitments.
I’ve done a good job of sticking to my January commitments. I’m eating fruit every day. I’m also having vegetables with ‘some’ frequency. And I’m still drinking 60 ounces of water each day.
With regards to the vegetables, she said I can consider mushrooms as one of my veggies. Tonight, I pan fried some mushrooms in olive oil: tasted great. Of course, the mushrooms came up as part of our discussion for my February commitments.
Another commitment for February is to eat sensible serving sizes. To that end, I agreed that I’ll make a point of leaving something on the plate each meal. This is difficult for me. I grew up with the rule that you couldn’t leave the table until you finished everything on your plate.
This was a particular form of torture when liver was served. I’ll tell you what – I’ll accept round-the-clock waterboarding before I take another bite of liver in my life. They can stick bamboo needles under my fingernails until the cows come home before I eat liver again. But, I pretty much have a say in what goes on my plate today.
I usually put things on my plate that I like to eat. Considering, it’s sometimes difficult to stop when that last tasty morsel is calling my name. But, I’m doing pretty good with that, so far. For instance, today, I had pizza at Napoli’s (only the best pizza in Woodstock). The wonderful young lady who was waiting on my table was about to take my plate when I said, “Wait! There’s another couple of bites left. Then, I remembered my commitment and let the plate go without touching that delectable last piece of pizza.
I did reach a significant milestone today; I worked out for an hour this morning. That makes 365 days in a row, one full year, that I’ve worked out at least one hour each day. Guess I can take tomorrow off, eh? Not a chance – time to start on Year No. 2.