It was also a bit of revelation. Eating whatever you fancy, without any guilt or self-judgment being attached to it, is surprisingly weird because it goes against everything I've been taught pretty much my whole life. Even as a child I remember being told that biscuits were "bad" for me. I've always been told that certain foods are "naughty", or "bad", or a bit of a treat. But I didn't let that put me off too much this week, I picked what I wanted and tried to listen to what my body was saying so I'd get maximum enjoyment from my food.
The harder bit was waiting until I was genuinely hungry, because it's then that you realise how used you are to eating at certain prompts and how indoctrinated meal times are. I'm trying though, and I'm not letting small setbacks be an excuse to stop.
It's going to be a real challenge this week, as I'm away skiing (again - I know, I'm a lucky bugger) in Tignes in France, in a big chalet. Mealtimes are therefore semi-regulated and choices narrower, but I can still apply the principles within that - eat breakfast because you need to get the day started but stop when you're full, eat lunch when ready, eat other snacks as necessary and eat just what I need at dinner. Enjoy it and don't feel guilty.
The first day on the slopes was absolutely glorious today. I was playing with my new GoPro and it was great fun - a new way to get photos and not worry too much about breaking it.