When am I going to want a dang Shamrock Shake?

It was important for me starting this journey to allow for treats now and then.  I told myself that when I get a craving to think about what my body is saying and act accordingly.  Do I really want some chocolate, than measure it out and eat it.  It's ok in moderation when you want it.  And I did do that here and there for a while.

I just never expected to not want it.  I slowly weaned myself off Diet Coke without even trying, and since then my sweet tooth has become almost non-existant.  I am allowing myself diet coke if I go out to eat, which is rare.  I finally had one last Wednesday, and I only got three hours of sleep.  Thanks Diet coke.  I never had that problem before.  Times are changing.

However there's one sweet that I knew I would want, that I freak out over every March. It's the shamrock shake.  I've always loved the sweet combination of mint and ice cream, or well mint and anything.  Or ice cream and anything for that matter.  I prepared myself and said "Erica, you are allowed to have one, but make sure it's when you really want it.  If your body tells you that you're craving it, get it."  The weird thing is that today is St. Patrick's day, and my body has said no such thing.  I suppose I have until the end of  March,   but otherwise there's always next year, right?


This is just one of many small, strange things for me.  I still have 3 mostly full boxes of Girl Scout cookies in my cupboard. I'm talking Samoas and Thin Mints people.  You know how crazy that is, right?

I passed by the Easter aisle at the store the other day, and I was panicked I would have a moment, and then I looked, and it all looked like junk to me. I even said "you can have a small treat if you want, or get a bag and share it at work" and I just didn't want to.

Is it the exercise? Is it the complete diet change?  Is it the determination? The fear of going back?

Is it all of these things combined into one girl making a lot of changes? I think so, but seriously I almost want to want a shamrock shake just to know that I'm still myself.  This can't be normal.

Either way, Happy St. Patty's Day from a girl who's going to be eating some corned beef tonight and looking like a balloon tomorrow.