I've been going to the gym every day for over a month now, and I'm hungry. Want. Food. The problem is, I am really bad at discerning whether my body actually needs food or something else is going on that my brain is translating into "hunger" because eating is my default coping mechanism. I'm even worse at discerning when I've had "enough." There is no such thing as enough -- there's not enough, and then there's too much, but there's never enough. So I rely on my food plan to assure me that I am not going to starve to death and can get on with my day until it's time for another meal. I am losing weight -- have lost about 10 pounds since New Year's Eve -- but it doesn't seem excessive and I'm now at the top end of "normal" (whatever that means), so theoretically either staying the same or losing more would be OK. But I'm hungry. And when I'm hungry, I make regrettable decisions, like treating leftover coconut cream (hardened in the refrigerator) as an hors d'oeuvre.
So I emailed my nutritionist this morning and asked her what she thought I should do. I asked for help from someone who knows more than I do (and in the process, acknowledged the existence of people who know more than I do, which is not always easy for me). And while I'm waiting to hear from her, I'll keep doing what I'm doing and remind myself that I'm not starving to death.