This afternoon on my way home, I stopped at the grocery store. I'd had Greek yogurt, berries and 1/4 cup granola around 11:30 am, and it was about 2:30 when I landed at Shaw's. I bought berries, veggies, protein. Then I decided I wanted a little bag of chips, and I walked down the chip aisle. No small bags, but I picked up a big bag of my favorite: kettle-cooked. Then to the dairy aisle for my favorite dip.
At the checkout, I always look at the health of what I'm buying. Today was largely healthy — with two glaring exceptions.
At home, after unpacking what I'd bought, I realized I needed to eat something, and I drank a protein shake. Then I bagged the chips and dip and walked to my neighbor's house. Her husband loves chips and dip (and is a healthy weight) so handing them over was a win-win. He looked in the bag, saw everything was unopened, and asked, "Don't you want any?"
"Nope," I said firmly. "I don't need them."
For dinner, I made protein and veggies, and ate (as usual) mostly protein. I'm not physically hungry, but I'm thinking about those damn chips. I think this is called head hunger, and while I'm sure I've experienced it, this is the first time I've been aware of it.
It sucks.
That leaves me two choices, right? I can distract myself, or I can sit with it. One of the things we work on in my yoga and meditation class is breathing through the tension, and I think it's a good thing to practice.
So... onward. Even when that means breathing through the discomfort.
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