A sense of calm

Over Christmas and New Year, I really pigged out. I ate badly. I ate everything I felt like, chips, chocolate, icecreams, whatever. And I guess I gained weight. I don't actually know because I didn't weigh myself, but the clothes felt a little tighter. But when the silly season was over and I went back to work ( I only really had the public holidays off, but it all felt like holiday), I surprised myself with how I just automatically slipped back into the routine of clean eating, and preparing my foods in advance.
We ate takeaway Thursday night, and last night (celebration of starting real holidays) and it didnt faze me. I didn't overeat, and I didn't worry about eating it. Because I knew that I'd eaten really well all week, and it shouldn't matter. Because I'm not trying to lose weight. Because I just want to be fit and healthy. Because I'm not the same person I was two years ago. I feel a sense of peace/calm about my eating. I think being healthy is now just a part of my normal makeup. My quirky eating habits (according to my work colleagues) are not because I'm dieting, they're just because I'm me.
This morning, day 1 of holidays, I allowed myself to "sleep in" until 6.30am, then cycled to the pool, swam my laps, and went for a leisurely 17 km bike ride. Came back hungry, went food shopping, filled my trolley with healthy stuff, and came back for a nutritious breakfast. None of which I did because I had to. All of which I did because I want to.