I am a freaky eater. SOME call it a picky eater, some call it a resistance eater ... a doctor once told me it is an aversion to texture, taste and smell ... and that I have a supertaster gene. Whatever you call it - the bottom line is my eating habits leave a LOT to be desired. Granted, I have improved, but slowly ... and I need to stop hopping on and off this crazy wagon and drive the stupid wagon once and for all.
The list of what I CAN eat is far shorter than the list of what I CANNOT eat. I also tend to eat the same things over and over again. Gotta branch out and add more diversity and variety. I'm dragging my kids along with me. I'm giving them a penny for every new food they try, and a penny for each day they eat at least 5 servings of fruits/veggies.
Here is a link to a blog I had going where I was trying a new food every single day. This was seriously stressful for me ... like anxiety to the max ... you have no idea.
This is the blog: http://300tries.blogspot.com/ and more on my disorder is written here: http://www.healthyhabitgal.com/My_Disorder.html
But anyway - I was aiming for 300 new foods - - and I somewhat failed. I think I got to 226. I was thinking about this today because tomorrow is Cinco de Mayo, and that was when I started the new foods challenge last year. It made me sad that I didn't finish the challenge. Frustrated with myself. I've also gained weight lately, and realize I am sliding down a slippery slope and heading in the wrong direction. I've been lazier with exercise and not tracking my food at all, and not trying anything new.
No worries - picking myself up ... dusting off ... and starting again. I do not eat enough fruits and vegetables, and so I need to find ways to get them into this body, one way or another - - via smoothies or juicing or whatever. I bought a great new juicer I have yet to try out. Heck, it is still in the box.
I also have been lax in the water drinking. I had completely given up diet coke for months, and it crept back into my life. UGH - I hate that. SO, no more. Bye Bye Diet Coke ... and now that I know it's like crack, I will treat it as alcohol and pretend I'm an alcoholic and just seriously never touch the stuff again, not even once, so that I can't ever go back.
So follow along with me as I put myself through the ringer.