The more I look at my (lack of?) girlish figure, the more I remember I used to eat less in winter - and lose - the more I get depressed that this year isn't the case.
So I figure part of my problem is that I don't plan. I tend to be a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants sort of gal when it comes to meal planning (occupational hazard of living single). You don't have to worry about anyone else, so why pull out a 5lb roast when you don't have to, y'know? Some days I'm not in the mood to make an elaborate dinner, or sometimes when I am in the mood, it's too late and nothing's thawed.
I snack, mostly on healthy things, but sometimes not. Dinners are the same. I do have to be conscious, of course, with my IBS, so it's not like I eat total junk. I don't. Or even close to it. But I'm not eating optimally for me, perhaps (I seriously wish I could afford to see a Dietician).
Right, so planning. I remember the days when I'd live with my ex-ex and we'd plan and get groceries for the week. I would know what I was making for dinner every night that following week. Heavens, I don't think I've done that in... in...*thinks*... 10 years. Hmm. Slightly depressing, isn't it? Just because I'm single (or you or anyone, for that fact) means I should be eating less well. It's pure laziness. Or preparing some food Sunday nights for the rest of the week (i.e pre-chopping veggies, or what have you. If I don't prep them on the day I obtain them, I don't always eat them).
So I have to work around this.. whole... planning thing. That is all.