The thing about dieting as a foodie, is, well, it sucks. Plain and simple. I think about food constantly.

I love it, all of it. Bread, butter, cheese. I want mayo on my sandwich and I don’t care who knows. I want wine with my dinner and maybe after and I don’t want to have to think about it, worry about it, or care about it. I almost ripped into a bag of Smartfood in the grocery store checkout line just because I wasn’t supposed to eat it.

It is a struggle. I’ve been working on moderation. I made giant caprese paninis Thursday night. My compromise? I only put mayo on one side of the bread and I ended up only eating half. See! Progress!

I’m still trying to count my points most of the time, and I’ve been running. I managed to get three good runs in last week, which is pretty impressive for me, especially since I couldn’t move for two days after Tuesday’s 4 miler. I’m working through, slowly. 10 miles total, which is almost a record for me for the week. I’ve set up my training schedule for the next year with the hopes of being better prepared for my half’s, as well as making sure I don’t push it and get injured. One day at a time, right?