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Well, to start out, today is day one of my diet. I am going to actually follow the South Beach Diet this time around and add in a little of the French mind set. I am beginning with the horrible Phaze 1, which eliminates all sweets, and generally anything with a high glycemic index. I have decided to replace my over-eating with good wholesome things. For instance, today I decided that since I can't have toast, I will write a blog.

Generally I am bad at baby steps. Its either all or nothing with me, so starting a diet isn't that difficult. However, the problem is that a lot of the time I give up too easily. Perhaps baby steps would be better, but I'd rather cut to the chase and get done what I want to get done. If I write about it, perhaps I will feel more motivated.

So today I began my day with a delicious omelet. The ingredients are as follows (keep in mind this is a 2 person recipe):

2 tsp of Olive Oil
1/2 of a small onion, thinly sliced
1 Roma tomato, diced
2 handfulls of fresh baby spinach
Italian Seasoning (to taste)
3 Eggs beaten (I always use free range eggs, for my conscience sake)
Salt and Pepper to taste
A small handfull of whatever white, low-fat cheese you have on hand (I had mozzerella)

So what you do is heat 1 teaspoon of the oil in a saute pan over medium heat to medium low heat. Add your onions and italian seasoning. Cook them until they begin to carmalize, then add the diced tomato and spinach. Saute this until the spinach wilts, and then put the veggies in a bowl to the side. Then add to the pan the other 1 teaspoon of olive oil, letting it heat until the oil looks a bit more thinned out. Then add the eggs (which have been previously seasoned with the salt and pepper, ever so often lifting the cooked parts and allowing the raw parts to run back onto the pan. After about a minute and a half the eggs should be set. Then add your veggies and cheese and flip one half of the omelet over itself. And there you have it. A two person omelet. Cut it in half and serve.

Following the French way of being, I intentionally ate my omelet slowly, savoring its flavors. I've realized that I have been scarffing down my food way too fast because I feel like the more I eat the more enjoyment I will get out of it. The fact is that if I allow myself the time to savor the food, I enjoy it much more than when I scarf.

The other funny thing about this horrible phaze of this diet, is that because you are cutting out sugary foods including bread, when you eat you feel satisfied, but not "stuffed full" like some like to feel after they eat. I just remembered this feeling, and I'm trying to get used to it, and not feel like I need to eat more.

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