I have decided that the easiest way to a healthier me is to slowly cut out everything from my diet that doesn't agree with me. One. At. A. Time. I tried to go cold turkey back in February of 2008 and it was horrible. Impossible. Painstakingly miserable.
The first to go is beef. Oh beef, how I love you. But, you've got to go. I guess the 974 Happy Meals that I ate during my pregnancy are no longer an option.
So far, it's been about 2 weeks and it's going okay. Well, except for the fact that I bought a pound of roast beef from the deli and had eaten 2 sandwiches before I realized I WAS EATING BEEF. Dumbass.