Saturday, November 24, 2012
I hate whole, 2%, 1%, skim, almond milk, soy milk – all of them. I hate how they taste, how they feel in my mouth and going down my throat. I hate how it feels when it lands in my stomach. Because the “hate” ends at that point in my body, I don’t think I qualify as lactose intolerant. I’m just personally intolerant of milk. The only milk I remember ever enjoying was in the glasses into which I was dipping oreo or chocolate chip cookies.
I need calcium, of course. Fortunately, I like yogurt, even Greek yogurt. Not a fan of extra hormones, so I buy organic exclusively. All types of cheese are a staple too, although I haven’t been able to find an organic brand around here.
Healthy eating is a lifestyle, but I’m so happy there are many ways to accomplish this. I don’t have to feel deprived. I don’t have to force myself into a narrow diet. I have choices. Healthy choices tailored to individual preferences lead to a happy life.
My problem is that I also hate waste. I need to buy milk for certain recipes, like my baked omelet that DH & I eat every day, or my broccoli/corn casserole. Then what do with the rest? (DH isn’t a milk drinker either). I usually use about a quart before it spoils. I buy the half gallon container since the quart size costs almost as much. I like the best value and I don’t want to run out. Our grocery store is 7 miles away – the down side of country living.
Rural wisdom has provided an answer. I learned that a concoction of egg and spoiled milk poured around plants will keep the deer from eating them. I hope the smell won’t keep human visitors away from my house as well.
Friday, November 23, 2012
I used to tell my children not to spend their money on things that weren’t really important to them and then they would have enough to buy the stuff they really cared about.
I’ve been called “Frugal Fannie” (Frugal Fannie’s was a discount clothing store).
I’ve been frugal throughout my life, not cheap, but thrifty.
Obviously, the one place I WILL economize is in clothing for myself. Fortunately, I’ve never worried about having the latest fashions. Comfort, quality and price top my list, plus having something suitable for every occasion. Interchangeable parts are important too. So, the first place I seek out in any store is the clearance rack. I can usually find something there that suits me just fine and often complements something in my closet. I’m a regular at Goodwill also.
My grocery list always begins with whatever is on “special” skipping the junk food, which always seems to be front and center.
Shoes are a different matter.
I watched my mother and her sisters hobble themselves in fashion shoes. It may be genetics, but I know if I force my feet into what I see in magazines, my future will be orthopedic or worse – a cane or a walker.
I wear custom orthotics and there are brands of shoes into which I can fit them comfortably. I pay a premium for these, but I’m worth it.
(Darn Crocs – They bought the company that made my sandals and promptly discontinued them – Grr!)
Running shoes – I choose whatever keeps me moving forward pain/ache free. I truly don’t care what the cost is although I’ve never paid over $100 (I’m not fast enough to need “racing flats”). It’s nice if I can find them on sale, but not necessary. When I need them, I buy them. My favorites even come in black so I can wear those day to day with the same level of comfort as during workouts.
The source is important to me too.
I patronize a local running store, even though I can save some money online. What happened to my thriftiness? Some things just matter more to me. I want this local business with its helpful, knowledgeable employees to stay in business. I want the support they provide the community, encouraging runners/walkers, sponsoring running groups and races and providing employment to the area. Their “discount” this week is for anyone bringing at least 3 items of food for the needy. I bought a new pair of tights. Again, it’s just my personal choice to support this civic minded employer.
“Eat This not That” is a well known advice book.
We each decide to “Buy This not That.”
Organic or not?
Free range or not?
From local farmers/coops/retailers or large businesses with economy of scale?
These are just a few of the choices with which we’re confronted daily. Our decisions are our own as we try to maintain a healthy lifestyle and balance it with reality – our time and resources. We each decide for ourselves.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
I have much for which to be grateful on this Thanksgiving Day. The health of my family and seeing my grandchildren regularly top the list. I should clarify that this year I can see only 5 of the 6 grandkids easily. The oldest is spending a year in China, but still I’m happy that he’s fulfilling his dream to experience a new culture even as I await his return.
I’m very thankful to have the opportunity to see the world with my husband. We’ve been married for 45 years and together for nearly 50.
I’m thankful for the technology that allows me to explore, gather information and “meet” new people. Yes, I’m grateful for the support that I’ve found on SP.
Become aware of what we’re doing to and for our bodies,
Inform ourselves about the content of our food.
Find the type of exercise that’s enjoyable enough to make a habit
Discover what works best for us
Whether we choose vegan, vegetarian, gluten free, paleo, primal, low carb, high carb, high protein, low salt, low fat, healthy fat, or are big consumers of meat, there’s a place for all of us here at this table.
I’m thankful to belong to a community united in pursuing a healthy lifestyle.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Well, not the whole pie. As they remember, I left one little sliver for someone else.
I taught high school math and computer science and was also technology coordinator for grades 6-12. I took my job very seriously and I came home each day physically and mentally drained. Even at home my job hovered over me and the entire family. My lesson plans and piles of papers to grade were never far away. When I took this stuff along on a family trip, DH yelled in exasperation “you didn’t sign a contract, you took vows!” Fortunately, there are more good things to remember about our life than the incidents that have become family jokes.
I used to think that my body was craving nourishment. While most of the time my food wasn’t quite so unhealthy, I was quite capable of eating enormous quantities of healthy food too. What I considered healthy has changed over the years as well. Nutritional content wasn’t always as easy to find as it is today.
Yesterday, I wrote about one big slip-up. That sort of thing didn’t used to be a slip-up. It was the norm. Finally I decided to change the norm and now I join the 5%. I may still slip, but I know so much more now. If I do slip, I’m going to pick myself up and keep going in the right direction.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
The “bottomless pit” is alive and well.
I’ve been writing regularly about my upcoming 3 year maintenance anniversary and how my healthy habits are finally becoming automatic. So it’s only right that I record and report one colossal failure. I believe in baby steps forward so here’s one giant leap backward.
I know exactly why it happened. One day last week some sad news had me feeling down and awareness of my well-known past reactions didn’t change the situation. The ice cream was there, many cartons of the stuff stashed by DH, the junk food king. He keeps most of his junk food out of my sight, but we only have one freezer. The calories weren’t all from the ice cream. We also have a bottle of chocolate syrup in the fridge which I dumped liberally over my mountain of ice cream.
Something is different though. Yeah, I messed up. There’s no way my body needed that. Yet strangely, I don’t feel all that bad about it.
800 extra calories translates into at most 4 ounces. Even if every last calorie lands on my hips, my body’s destination of choice, I can get rid of that.
What I do realize is that I just can’t eat like that every night. You know, we used to do that, DH and me. We laughingly called it our nightly “ice cream ritual.” We have big bowls for ice cream and toppings. When filled, they look like Mt Vesuvius spewing lava, especially when we added a cherry on top.
The ice cream isn’t going away, but I found something else that might help – my mother’s old dessert dishes – the ones I remember as a child. They actually hold ½ cup of ice cream. So that’s where they get the “serving size!” They haven’t changed it since 1950.
The average American was a different size back then too. Maybe my goal should be to train my body to match those old dishes?
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