Gluten-free, Dairy-free, Nut-free . . . Low fat, fat free . . . Protein, Carbs, Antioxidants . . .
Lately, as I am mindfully, intentionally trying to make “a million little decisions,” (see my last post) I find myself reading more and more nutritional labels on just about everything. I even find myself paying attention to the calorie count on menus in restaurants.
The idea of “going on a diet” has never been appealing to me. I mean, does it really appeal to anyone?! If you tell me I can’t eat something, that something becomes the only thing I want. Besides, diets just don’t seem practical for long-term, real-life living.
So, for me, I am trying to approach my food decisions with the idea of moderation. Sodas and sweets but smaller portions and only so much. Bread and pasta but less of it. Small protein-packed snacks often because my husband and daughters can tell you I am not at all pretty or the least bit kind when I am “hangry.”
Saturday, for example, I knew my husband and I would have a date night. Dinner would be out and without kids. I decided to eat a smarter breakfast and then a salad for lunch. At dinner I didn’t think twice when we ordered cheesy naan with our Indian food entrees.
Food – what I eat, how and when I eat it – has now consistently become something that requires much more thought and planning and consideration. I would even say that this kind of intentionality has become habitual.
I was contemplating this new “hobby” of mine when I came across this quote on Instagram about Bible reading:
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