It occurs to me, as I’m sitting in traffic, that older teens may be an under-researched factor in middle-aged weight gain.
I’m stalled out, you see. It could be just me…multiple months of being hungry on purpose takes a toll on the prefrontal cortex, I’m sure.
But there is a LOT more food laying around my house. Snack food. Quick-lunch components. Desserts, because there are two people to eat them. (B and My Sweetie, that is.) Seconds.
It is hard to manage the pack-oriented part of my brain. It is tiring to be in resist-mode all the days. Maybe half-plates will get easier in a couple of weeks.
Or I’ll find out it IS just me, brain wandering off for food instead of staying with writing.
Which discipline is harder?