Sunday, March 14, 2010
I don't normally like daylight savings time. I prefer the snuggle of dark closing my day and telling me I don't have to do any more - it's time to rest. Besides, I'm a morning person so I would rather have it light at 5 a.m. than 8 p.m. Usually.
This year, the winter and it's darkness didn't seem as cosy as in years past and the many days of snow that shut me in, following my unexpected brain thang episode made the winter feel confining instead of comforting.
So, for the first time in maybe my whole life, I'm glad to see DST come in. Of course, it may be that Mother Nature took pity on me and made it a nice grey rainy day so I can spend it all cosily indoors anyway - with no excuses about not going out and Doing Something. I don't even plan to do any housework, beyond cleaning up the kitchen after meals and sucking up the dog hair from the living room rugs - so I can do my yoga routine.
But this brighter, lighter, slightly warmer time of year also reminds me that I want to be wearing fewer clothes and feeling freer as I move through the world. I don't want to carry around all the folds that make me hot in the summer - I would really like to feel confident about wearing less. And I also want to feel more of that freshness inside that comes from eating maximum nutrition - minimum empty calories.
I have an image of me walking along the beach, kicking the waves and skipping through the tide - because I have the strength and stamina to really enjoy an ocean beach. And that image is not wearing some sort of hide the fat cover-up either. She's wearing a pretty swimsuit and she has her arms uplifted to the salt spray.
Yeah. That's what I'm thinking about on this sleepy Sunday morning at ..good gracious! 9:41!! Well. I'm glad I'm feeling so charitable towards DST because otherwise I would be resenting how it just robbed me of an hour of play on the Internets. Happy Sunday to you and may your summertime image blossom in your imagination and may you get there in 2010.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
I'm thinking about junk food today because though I stayed within my calorie range yesterday I also had a bag of my bete noire, cheetos. Prompted by THEMINT2's blog post about healthy habits, ( www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_jo
urnal_individual.asp?blog_id=2981056 ) it seemed I ought to think a bit about what it is I'm looking for when I eat them - and other types of junk food.
Please understand, I am talking about cookies, candy bars, chips, cheese curls and cheese crackers. Not celery sticks with peanut butter on them or Fuji apples. I don't usually buy junk food to keep around the house. I almost only ever buy it when I'm driving around somewhere and stop at a convenience store (which means I am with my DH who is also a snacker), waiting in a check-out line somewhere or if I have a sudden craving at 3 o'clock in the afternoon and there's nothing healthy in the lunchroom at work. Or, as I found out yesterday - if I change my routine unexpectedly. Evidently I don't handle even the slightest change in routine without a little junk food craving. MissSerendipity I am obviously NOT.
so. What am I looking for when I eat junk food? I am sure those food processors put cocaine on their stuff because honestly it is irresistible at first taste. Yum. and Hmmm sweet. and Ooooo Salty cheesy goodness. But... have YOU ever just taken one potatochip and slowly nibbled it's potato saltiness one tiny bite at a time?
Junk food tends to get stuffed, bite after bite, into my mouth. There's often even some guilt involved, as if, now that I am eating the stuff I have to gobble it up fast before the Fat Fairies notice and come pile on some more pounds. (they do that anyway)
And then there's the tiny pinch of shame that I've gobbled something ... which ANY southern gal knows is Bad Ton because Ladies just don't gobble. (thanks, mom)
And the aftermath is also fairly crummy. I feel bloated - but I will probably go ahead and fix dinner and EAT it, because I live in a family situation and part of my job is meals and there is MORE to dinner than food! So then I feel really bloated.
And frustrated because eating junk food can push me over my calorie limit and if it doesn't, I know I probably didn't get enough healthy stuff in my body that day.
So what is the joy I'm expecting? Hmmm. Instant pleasure. well. I have to say. it does give me instant pleasure. but Lasting Joy?
No. Yesterday's cheetoes bloated me before dinner, cost me 300 calories, (blush. yes. I ate the whole bag ) made me feel ashamed of myself and gave pleasure to my tongue at the expense of the whole rest of my body. Doesn't seem fair, now, does it?
So. I know I need emergency snacks tucked somewhere because obviously, even something as mildly stressful as changing my daily routine just a teensy weensy bit can trigger munchie madness. This means in my purse, too, because, I live in the country. If I keep food in the car - mice will get in there and make a nest in the wiring. (Ask me about it)
I think a zip lock bag of smoked almonds might do the trick. 14 of them only equals 100 calories. They are both salty and sweet. I can buy them and bag them at home and just slip one or two or, even three of them in my purse. If I'd eaten 300 calories of almonds yesterday I would be feeling a lot better about myself than I am now after eating 300 calories worth of cheetos.
But you know ... in heaven I bet the cheetos ARE healthy snacks, don't you?
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