My boyfriend and I decided today that we'd venture out to be a "fit" couple. We didn't call it that, it's just what I'm calling it. He's already very fit. I am not. We decided that we're going to run every day, cut out the alcohol (as much as possible), and go to the local farmer's market as much as possible for fresh fruits & veggies. He's excited. He's really excited to rev up our engines, to get running, and to see me at my top form (whenever it is that I get there.) There is nothing wrong with my body, he loves it, I like it, BUT there's always room for improvement. We made a fun deal to punish each other whenever we slip up and eat something bad: first of all, we have to write it down, then report it to the other person in all our shame, and then...the rest is between the two of us. I'm excited because he's so excited and he has so much faith in my abilities. He knows that I can do it and he'll be right there with me rooting me on and showing me off the better I get and the better I feel.
This afternoon for lunch we made grilled chicken breast and chopped up home-grown tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, beans, carrots, potatoes, and corn and mixed them up in a bowl. It was ridiculously filling and satisfied like a steak dinner. I've just returned from an intensive run with him and finished off my night with a piece of whole wheat toast w/ 1 TBS of peanut butter and some green grapes for dessert.
I think this is the start of a great big awesome change.
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