Wednesday, December 23, 2009
At least - vicariously - or might I say, representatively. My DH has asked me to help him lose the lbs that are creeping up on him this fesitive season, by fixing lighter meals.
He is a dear heart with the most different view of life I have evern experienced. Particularly when food was the issue being discussed. He used to insist that Fat was stored energy so eating fat gave you more energy. there was absolutely nothing I could ever tell him, show him or read to him, that made him think differently. It took a heart attack to convince him that the 4 food groups aren't fat, sugar, salt and meat.
After that he decided to eat more like me, include more vegetables and fruit, but he still has trouble wrapping his brain around some nutrition facts and portion control is really his biggest obsticle to optimum health.
Hmmm. Well. So it is mine too - though during this holiday season pecan butter balls are also part of the problem.
He is not a computer user - though he will if he needs to - so he's not going to make his presence known but he will be a SP user because I'm going to include him on all my fitness and nutritional adventures.
There should be a lot less of us in 2010 than there was in 2009!
Friday, December 18, 2009
What is it about dainty morsels set out on pretty trays arranged around a festive, candle lit centerpiece that triggers a mindless frenzy of mouth popping – of sampling and tasting and nibbling? I was at an event last night – part fund raiser, part Christmas festivity – and that's what happened to me.
Now – I knew ahead of time that there would be dainty treats, all likely to be sugar and butter packed. And there were.
I also knew that there would be fun interesting people, most of whom I knew, but some complete and fascinating strangers, exciting to get to know. This is an energy pumped environment.
Although it was certainly cocktail time, if not dinner time, I was NOT hungry. Get this. I was En Oh Tee hungry.
So why was the hand reaching for the tray almost the moment I went through the door?
Well. Um. Of course, partly it was because so many goodies were in the entrance hall of the B&B where the event was taking place. It was the FIRST thing you saw when you walked in.
And then – I went there directly from a high energy afternoon with no down-time in between. I was extremely pumped up from an afternoon of working with our local Christmas Mother program – leading a team of the cutest 12 and 13 year old girl volunteers as we matched Christmas gifts with Wish Lists. (more about that another time – I don't know when I have ever had such a fabulous time, watching these future mothers, these future civic leaders, this just plain Future – developing the values of charity and service! Wow! My best Christmas present ever!!) And here, at this event, were lots of folk who should know about how important, how valuable this program is, not just for the recipients but for the givers! They need to know how much more could be done next year. Folk like the mayor and members of the town council. Okay okay – Not the point of this post – but as I said, I was pumped – I was on high flying auto pilot enthusiasm. Not in a condition to stop and ask “Do I really want this?" or "Am I really hungry?”
There was also a size issue to consider – everything was bite sized. Or, as we with weight issues are tempted to say “Just a bite” sized. Tiny little morsels you could pop in your mouth without realizing you'd even done so. I tried to keep count of how many tidbits I ate, but I bet I missed some.
So what's the solution? And how much damage did I really do? Did I do anything right?
Well, yes. I did.
I skipped the alcohol. My excuse? “I'm driving” which was true but the real reason was that I knew, as up as I already was, if alcohol joined into the equation I'd really go mindlessly off the rails and let's face it – I didn't want to wake up the next morning in some dietary back alley with a painful food hangover. Heck – I have aNOTHER Christmas function today. So – I stuck with water. Glad I like water. Glad our local water is so good.
After the second buttery spinach and pastry thingy I found a room that had very little food in it (there were trays of goodies in EVERY room) and took a seat. This was after I'd cruised every room to talk to people – another good thing – talk to the folk first, even if I didn't eat the food last. So all in all, I could have done worse.
And I did. Sigh. The last thing – and the worst – was that when I got home, not having eaten dinner and not having consciously enjoyed anything I ate at the event, I went through a whole snack bag of Cheeto's. Yeah – talk about empty calories.
So. What to do about it next time.
FIRST OFF. No matter how rushed, how busy, how pumped or lackluster I feel – If I am going to an event that will be serving food I MUST MUST MUST go off somewhere, have a big drink of water and then think about just how much and of what I plan to eat. 10 bite sized treats? 8? 15? Only two of which can be pastry or cheesy, only 2 may be sweet? What if it's a sit down meal? Only ½ of the grain and meat courses served? Exact portion sizes?
It doesn't mater so much what I decide, as THAT I decid, because if I know I've done what I planned to do I will feel good. It's the “not knowing” that makes you walk away from a food event feeling guilty. And to feel guilty after a fun event like last night's is a tragedy.
But the water and the calm 10 minutes of reflection are essential. I think, after that, I'll be okay.
In fact, I think, if I do the first thing I won't have to worry about coming home and eating anything – most especially junk food. I don't often have junk food in my house – and I suspect that I would have found some sort of comfort carbohydrate to placate my discomfort last night. What triggered the eating frenzy at home was the sense that I didn't know what I had eaten, didn't know how much, and couldn't feel that I'd fulfilled a plan so it was still eating time. I bet that if I'd decided to eat 10 goodies and I had eaten 10 goodies I would have been “done with eating” and not been tempted once I got home.
SECOND OFF - especially if it's a cocktail type event - No Eating till I've spoken to everyone. Even if it's just a quick hello in passing - speak first - eat last. Period.
Anyway – that's the plan and I bet I'll have an opportunity to try it out sometime this party filled Christmas season. I'll let you know how it goes.
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