Hey there, welcome to my corner of the internet, where I’m chronicling my wild ride through the 7-40 Challenge. For those just tuning in, this is my self-crafted quest: committing to seven key habits over 40 straight days to realign my life, smash through goals, and dial in that perfect daily rhythm. We’re at day 23, and let me tell you—it’s been a game-changer. I’ve shed 10 pounds, devoured an entire book (and I’m already a quarter through the next one), and religiously tracked my food intake for over three weeks. These wins might sound modest to some, but for me? They’re needed victories, stacking up like bricks in the foundation of a stronger, more intentional me.
Today, I want to zoom in on one habit that’s been a real breakthrough: my evolving relationship with food. But before we dive into the triumphs, let’s rewind a bit. Food isn’t just fuel for me—it’s a passion. I adore eating it, cooking it, inhaling its aromas, admiring its colors, and chatting endlessly about it. I daydream about meals, experiment with recipes, and revel in the joy it brings. Did I mention I really like food? Yeah, it’s that deep.
This love affair has roots that run way back to my childhood. There were sunny days and stormy ones, and during the tough stretches, food wasn’t always abundant. We never went hungry—there was always something—but options were slim, often boiling down to staples like Ramen or boxed mac and cheese. To this day, those trigger an instant “no thanks.” Those experiences etched a lesson into my soul: scarcity hurts. Fast-forward to now, and I’ve become a flavor explorer. Savory, sweet, American classics, Indian spices—I’ll try it all, make it from scratch, or hunt it down. Food became my playground, but also my crutch.
Here’s the raw truth: Pairing that early scarcity with my sheer delight in eating created an unhealthy loop. I’d overeat, pile my plate sky-high, or feel this nagging fear of “not enough,” even when my fridge was stocked. It’s irrational—I haven’t skipped a meal by accident in ages—but that old whisper lingers: Food equals comfort. Security. Safety. My amazing wife can vouch for the relapses; I’ve had moments where portion control went out the window. But as the saying goes, the first step to change is acknowledgment. I own it. I’m tackling it head-on. And I’m determined to forge a healthy bond with food, no ifs, ands, or buts.
As Aristotle wisely put it, “We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.” That’s the mantra fueling my progress.
Over the years, I’ve chipped away at this cycle, but the real magic in this challenge? A simple, liberating discovery: I can indulge in whatever I crave—as long as it fits within my daily calorie budget and macro goals. This approach hands me freedom and flexibility to enjoy those bold flavors without derailing my path. Tools like MyFitnessPal have been a lifesaver, making tracking effortless and insightful.
The key? Pinpoint the root cause, craft a straightforward plan, and build in grace for the inevitable slip-ups. Over-calories days happen—life’s not perfect—but I keep them rare, focusing on steady progress over flawless perfection. Slow and steady wins the race, right? It’s about identifying those sneaky insecurities from the past and refusing to let them steer the ship. As C.S. Lewis once said, “There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.” Lewis was talking about Heaven (which I agree with him on), but the same principle applies.
And let’s talk moderation—because who better to chime in than culinary icon Julia Child? “Moderation. Small helpings. Sample a little bit of everything. These are the secrets of happiness and good health.” This mindset shift has turned food from a potential enemy into an ally, helping me savor without excess.
If my story resonates, pause and reflect: What’s anchoring you down from your dreams? Is it a lingering habit, an old insecurity popping up like an uninvited guest? What bold step can you take to face it square? For me, naming it and strategizing was the unlock. I won’t let ghosts from yesterday dictate tomorrow’s choices.
So, here’s to progress, not perfection. Join me in the challenge—whether it’s day 1 or 23 for you. Share your hurdles in the comments; let’s inspire each other to break those cycles and step into our best selves. You’ve got this. Onward!
David Willis 