This has been a year when I gave up a lot, but I feel as if Iíve gained more than I lost. I donít miss meat, eggs, or even cheese. I donít miss white sugar or bleached flour or Mountain Dew. I have no serious cravings that I canít find a substitute to satisfy, even ice cream (soy or rice) or hamburgers (all kinds of veggie burgers). I admit that on the day after Thanksgiving I was a bit wistful over the impossibility of a cold turkey sandwich on white bread with mayo. Wistful, but not tempted.
Every so often my sweet tooth gets ugly. The thought of never having a glazed doughnut again brings a tear to the eye. There are times when nothing satisfies like a Snickers. But I feel too good physically (and too good about myself) to do any more than think about these things Iíve given up. It wasnít a resolution, but a lifestyle change. It started as a four-week trial and became a commitment. I have no regrets.
Now for the next phase. If I can commit to such a large scale change in diet, I can certainly find the time to do the little things that would make life easier. I hope that as the next year comes (and before it goes), I can rid my house of the extraneous clutter. And the piles of dust on the shelves. And the grease on the stove, and the stains on the carpet.
With a little work, this could be a much more suitable place for a person to live, even if that person (a) doesnít get to eat doughnuts, and (2) doesnít like to clean house.