Wednesday, September 07, 2011
A friend sent this to me. Let's hope we all have this much fun when we end up here!
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Sometimes your mental concept and perception of something is what makes it a success or failure in your life.
After experimenting with all sorts of ways of eating, I discovered that low-carb eating took away my cravings and left me feeling really good.
But once I heard "low-carb" I began to think:
It's a very restrictive diet.
I can eat ALL I WANT as long as it is no-carb.
I'll get bored eating this way.
I felt that all those things were true - for me.
Finally I had one of those light-bulb Eureka moments. The kind that make you want to slap your forehead and say DUH. Why didn't I know this before?
It suddenly became clear to me that I didn't need to track the carbs in every cucumber and head of lettuce. I needed to worry about the STARCHY foods. And the SUGARY ones. Those two things are what send me spiraling into wanting more, and more, and MORE.
I've been known to run through the house yelling "Pasta! I want MORE! Don't give me any!" A real torture, lol.
The more I eat starch and sugar, the more I want starch and sugar.
I love veggies, but eating a big meal of them does not make me crave more, as long as they don't have a lot of starch and aren't prepared with sugar.
So when I look at my meal plan, I find the pasta and potatoes and replace them with a good helping of non-starch veggies. I oven-roast most of my veggies, coated with olive oil, and keep bags of them in the fridge for easy access. I also eat more protein. Oven-roasted pork tenderloin is one of my favorites.
I put a chunk of sugar-free gum in my mouth immediately after my meal. This has become a signal to my brain meaning "That's All, Folks!" and keeps me from trying for second helpings.
Now and then, if I'm invited over for pizza for instance, I find I can indulge if I go in with a pre-conceived serving in mind (two slices) and unwrap that gum as soon as I finish.
So, I'm not on a "low-carb" diet. I'm not counting carbs, or calories, or anything. I'm just replacing my old routine choices for newer healthier ones, always searching for the non-starchy options.
Somehow, this difference in my mind is making this way of eating easier, more fun, and much, much more rewarding. It's not what I CAN'T have but WHAT CAN I SUBSTITUTE that I like and enjoy.
And it's working.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
I've had a little conversation going on with a SP friend about trees and shade, a very important topic in a place where over a month of every summer has temps of 100+. Of course, Texas isn't the only state with this issue, especially this summer.
The trees that shade my yard are crape myrtles. I assume they were planted when the house was built in 1994. Fortunately, no one has ever committed "crepe murder" on them. (Severely pruning the tops to promote more flowering.)
These have white blossoms and variegated bark. I really love the bark, it's beautiful up close.
The main thing is they create so much shade! They shade my entire front yard and keep the sun off the front of my house and the entryway. Look closely and you can see the lizards love them too.
Sometimes really large trees close to your home are a problem. As they age, wind and storms may topple them onto your roof, which can be pretty devastating. Crape myrtles never pose that problem because they are multi-trunk trees. Easy to trim and no fear of crashing on your roof. Yet they make beautiful shade with your choice of blossom colors.
I plant new ones each year, planning ahead for more shade. They grow several feel a year and bloom even when they are small. As soon as it's daylight, I'll take a photo of a red one I just planted and add it to this post. If you're fortunate enough to have 100 year old oak trees near your house, that's a wonderful thing. If not, this is a good tree to plant. The roots never cause any problems, either.
So, for anyone who never knew how large a crape myrtle could get if you don't "murder" it, here's the proof!
May you always find shade!
Friday, July 01, 2011
Some of you may know that I worked in the criminal justice system all my life. When I retired I was in charge of the pre-trial release program in my county. We interviewed inmates in the county jail to determine if they could be released on bond with any reasonable expectation that they would return for trial or sentencing and not commit any crimes while they were out.
To help them stay on track, they had to report once a week, attend substance abuse, anger management, job training classes, etc., and some had to submit to drug testing each week. If they failed to do any of these things, warrants were issued and deputies tracked them down and returned them to custody.
You can imagine that I heard some pretty interesting stories. Some of them were true. I learned a lot about human nature, not only from the inmates but also from their families and friends who were sometimes a help and sometimes a hindrance.
I have to say that the number one thing I learned is what I still believe now, to paraphrase an old addage: Fear is the root of all evil.
Fear of rejection, humiliation, loneliness, deprivation, being different, being poor, being less intelligent than others, being put down, losing loved ones, fear of a specific person, etc, etc. You name it. Whenever I took the time to think about a particular case, I could always find the fear in it.
I really learned this from Mr. Bishop, an old supervisor who was a retired colonel having a second career in the Probation department of our county. A woman came in right at closing and began screaming at us because someone in some prison somewhere would not let her see her husband. We had absolutely nothing to do with it. I was very young, naive and a little afraid of her but was thinking bad things about her, I promise you.
When she finally took a breath, Mr. Bishop said in a calm, caring voice, ďYou must be in a lot of pain because youíre so fearful.Ē Now THAT had never crossed my mind while she was screaming at me, for sure. Mr. Bishop opened my eyes to the fear of others and their pain as a result of it.
Now, you may have different thoughts about this and not completely agree with me. Thatís ok. But in my humble opinion, Public Enemy #1 is FEAR.
My friend Jo and I seem to feeding off each otherís blogs, because she just posted this:
You can bet that WE have FEAR, too. And it changes our lives and is the cause of the effects we feel now. Some of it is old fear. Some of it is new. But, yes, it causes emotions, and yes, emotions lead us to do things we know we shouldnít, like eat an entire carton of ice cream.
So Joís question - What am I Afraid Of? Ė is THE question for us all. Next time you are about to do something you know is not good for you, ask yourself that question.
Writing is a healing art. Sometimes you donít know what you think until it comes out your fingers. Thank you for letting me work on myself using SP blogs.
Iím trying a new mantra: Donít eat it. Write about it.
PS. I was telling Joe about this and it ended with "Don't Bite It. Write It." lol A little more catchy, hmmm?
Thursday, June 30, 2011
I need a sponsor. Someone to call when I have an overwhelming desire to consume something that I know is bad for my body. Like AA. But EE instead. Emotional Eating.
Here I thought I was ďknowledgeableĒ about dieting, healthy eating, and what is/is not good for me.
Well, knowledge isnít everything. Sometimes you need a connection. An eye opener. A EUREKA! Moment. Something has to hit you on the head, bite you on the leg and drag you kicking and screaming into reality.
Emotional Eating. It just slapped me in the face yesterday, with a cold wet rag. And I woke up.
Having problems with my mother. Everyone pretty well knows I moved her down here a year ago to be close to me so I could help her in her old age. Anyone who has an elderly parent and tries to do the same knows how difficult that is sometimes. So, I wonít go into that.
But, BUT, didnít I get into my car and drive myself to the store yesterday afternoon about 2 pm, solely to buy myself a pint of ice cream???? YES I DID. And didnít I come home and eat every last bite of it???? YES I DID. Thank Goodness I didnít buy a gallon carton, because I have no doubt I would have eaten all of it!
I thought about buying some salad veggies while I was there. Even walked through the produce aisle. I could NOT even contemplate a lettuce leaf. I was focused and obsessed on ICE CREAM.
AFTER I got home with it, ate it, felt guilty about it, I had this MOMENT when light came into my tiny little brain and drew a line between Mother-frustration and eating ice cream!!
Good grief. How long have I been doing this every time I get frustrated with her? This past year, for sure, which how long sheís been living here.
Have you ever had a EUREKA moment? Thereís no doubt why that is shown in cartoons as a light bulb over a personís head. The LIGHT does DAWN and you can see clearly. Then you are amazed that you havenít made the correction before!
How can we delude ourselves like that? Apparently, itís pretty easy. Then when we do see the light, itís a ďslap the foreheadĒ moment. DUH. I feel like both Dumb AND Dumber.
But hey, Knowledge is power. The wrong emotion can drown it out, but the right emotion can turn it into an action packed plan.
So now I am working to stay AWARE. Yes, I know what the desire for ice cream feels like. Yes, I know what the taste of ice cream feels like. NOW I fight to remember what I feel like AFTER Iíve eaten it. Not just emotionally, but physically. My body, which seems to remain healthy despite what I put into it, lets me know that what I just poured into it is not optimum fuel and itís working very hard to do something with all the stuff I just sent it.
I think of it as the Boys in the Belly. Yep. The Belly Boys. They shovel everything into special little places for processing and storage. They tell me when the storage bins are pretty full or when they are stuffed with corrosive junk. And they send me some good feelings when I send them the good, healthy stuff, too.
So. Trying to keep the Belly Boys happy. Trying to take immediate action when I get one of those emotional food cravings. Trying to figure out what that action will be and train myself to go to it immediately.
Trying to keep that light bulb burning. Eureka!
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