I might have just gone mad. If you know me, you know how much I love peanut butter. I believe this obsession has surpassed my pre-fitness cravings for burgers and Cokes.
Well, it has come to the point where I think I need to get reined in. I’m going through copious quantities of peanut butter. In fact, if there was a peanut butter store, I alone might keep it in business.
It has become a case of too much of a good thing. Even though I’m eating exactly as advised by my trainer, he never specified peanut butter limitations and I’ve been taking advantage of that. I know he wouldn’t approve if he knew how much I actually consume. Not only that, but I can tell that my body needs a change from this much peanut butter.
The thing is that I can’t seem to just reduce my intake on my own. I can tell myself to cut back (I’ve already tried this several times) but I still cave. Others can also advise me to back off and I would agree with them that I should and even intend to do so, but…. I’ll still give in.
I concluded that the only way this is going to change is if my trainer specifically restricts my peanut butter consumption. He is the one authority I follow completely regarding my personal fitness and nutrition. My family and friends know that I don’t deviate from anything he tells me. I’ve already experienced results through his expertise and I trust him to help me to keep taking it to the next level. So I take his advice quite literally. (In fact the other night after a fight night, a group of us met at a restaurant. It was past midnight, meaning it was technically no longer Saturday so my cheat options should have been void. My companions kept telling me I didn’t need to be THAT strict, haha, but it was a dilemma for me.)
Knowing that I will respond to whatever my trainer tells me and that I’m overdue for a change, I fessed up this morning and asked him to give me some restrictions. Is that going mad or what?? I’m so glad I did though.
Sorry, peanut butter store. You might go out of business now….
