Here we are, one week into my new lifestyle. And things are going pretty good. The most surprising thing is how little I miss coffee. The coffee thermos just stays home now. I literally have a Keurig coffee maker sitting a foot away from where I sit at work and I hardly notice it. I guess when you get a wake up call, caffeine is pretty redundant. I kind of wish I'd held off on buying that new Keurig brewer and those 4 boxes of espresso K-cups.
Speaking of caffeine, Monster energy drinks have become a thing of the past as well. A silly concept when you look at the contents and the price of a can. Can't say I won't ever have one again but it will have to be a pretty desperate situation.
I do miss the pretzels and triscuits and cheese. But at least I recognize they are probably the main culprits of my current predicament and it's been pretty easy to turn my back on them.
I can't say the same for bacon. I had pulled a pound of bacon out of the freezer for last weekend before all the hubbub with my blood pressure. When it became obvious that bacon was no longer going to be featured on my breakfast plate, Jen cooked it all the other night to have ready for her sandwiches and breakfasts. She cooked all of it right in front of me. And that big pile of bacon sat there, cooling off on a stack of paper towels, calling my name.
And I buckled. A bit. I tore off a little piece. And it was so fucking awesome. Dear sweet Jesus, who would ever think a pig could be the most delicious food in the universe? But I put the brakes on after that little piece. The shock on the nurses' faces as they looked at my blood pressure levels was still pretty fresh in my mind.
Anyways, so far so good. I don't want to become an evangelist for clean living here but things are going well. Those things that were compulsions before have been successfully put aside. Here's hoping I can keep it up.