Hello in there... are you still hungry?

Today, I met my friend Myrtle and a very handsome young man for snack/coffee today.

I enjoy meeting up with Myrtle, and ever since this young man came into her life, we try to meet up often. We have similar views, similar approaches to things, and even a similar sense of humour, so we laugh together a lot. She understands me, so I feel comfortable bouncing ideas off her.
At best, I get suggestions that aren't too far out of my comfort zone that I can try out to solve some problem or dilemma.
At worst, I find out that she has the same problem or dilemma, and we both realize that we're both screwed! LOL :)

Case in point, today, as I mentioned, we met up for snack/coffee. Well, snack/coffee ended up being a omelette with salad (me) and sandwich with soup (Myrtle), and we topped both meals off with a cookie and fruit crumble, respectively.

Did we really need to consume all that?
We both agreed that we didn't, but consume we did without concern for "the limit".
I really should've been aware of my limit as I'd read just this morning Sara's post about judging her appetite and satiety signals. Gah! I should've known!

About a year ago, when I was a full-fledged moderate CRONie (for my new readers, that's the practice of reducing calories to only those that are optimally nutritious... basically, healthy eating, or what I like to call, the "stop eating crap" diet), I knew where "the limit" was. I could hear my body's satiety signals. Now, I just can't anymore. I lost the knack, the skill, the sense.

I, like Sara, will have to press the reset button and relearn my lost art.

Unfortunately, I've been really bad (some good days, but over all, just plain bad) these past few months - no, prepping for my high school reunion wasn't an effective motivator - and that means I may have to go through the type of detox I went through early on when I cut out all the sugar, high-GI, and other bad foods from my diet. The headaches, crankiness, aching limbs, and the desire to rip my arm off to hit myself with the wet end... lovely... I'm giddy with anticipation.

Myrtle said that maybe the pain will be enough to keep me on the wagon... Well, it didn't last time... here's hoping this time, it will... :)