Yuppies happen when hipsters and preps grow up.

Pretty sure the world is ending and pigs can fly...
I just purchased organic vanilla soy milk instead of 1% cow milk tonight at the grocery store. 
Two weeks ago, I (probably permanently) switched my triple grande mocha to a triple soy skinny mocha. I also ate All-Bran for breakfast all weekend with soy milk and organic bananas, black bean soup from scratch, organic spinach, tomatoes and hummus. I even had raw almonds in there. But... yesterday I freaked out and ate really badly. Sigh. This new age food regimen is challenging. Being a yuppie doesn't come naturally when you're raised in dairy country. It's an exciting and difficult test of my will power and a true lesson in discipline and consequence. 

There is no one to hold me accountable but myself.

I downloaded an app on my iphone that I already despise to track my food journal entries. It forces me to stare each "secret eating" indulgence in the face when it destroys an otherwise great food day. I'm only a few days in to the attempt, but the bad choices are glaringly obvious. Before, I could eat something with some guilt and plenty of glutton, then go about my business and not think about it again. With this app, I now track every item that enters my body, every day, week by week, month by month. If I don't work out and I eat shitty, I see my fall from grace. I had no idea I lacked so much discipline until now. Bummer.

Someone told me that women lack discipline more than men do, that women want to be comfortable and don't want to be inconvenienced by withholding favorite foods or creature comforts. Men, supposedly (at least this source), can withstand more discomfort to reach a goal. I'm not 100% buying that opinion, but it is an interesting one to make a study of. Can I sacrifice creature comforts and favorite foods in the interest of trying to cut out the fat? So far the score is tied, with only four days recorded.

I've been dealing with some real derby problems the past few months, and my safe place has been uprooted. It would seem the derby drama truly never ends. I sort of did it to myself by taking on leadership positions, fully knowing that I would have a target on my forehead, but yet... I thought I could keep it cool and help stabilize the very turbulent waters of this league. Enough said. Amidst the chaos of all of that, I have made enough poor diet choices amidst recovering from injury to feel like a baby rhinoceros. I am taking back some control. This really boils down to an attempt to be more aware of what I'm ingesting. I'm no angel. But I'm starting to try harder.