Friday, February 05, 2010
My husband and I ate at Outback Steakhouse a couple of nights ago, and I made some sensible choices.
Previously at Outback I'd have eaten:
Small Cheese Fries (shared) 374 calories
Side Salad with Ranch Dressing 319 calories
7 oz Victoria’s Filet 587 calories
Baked Potato with Butter & Sour Cream 455 calories
Chocolate Thunder from Down Under (shared) 478 calories
Coffee with Cream 39 calories
Total calories: 2252
This time I ate:
Atlantic Salmon (1/2 order) 364 calories
Baked Sweet Potato (no butter) 418 calories
Fresh Steamed Green Beans (butter) 228 calories
Decaf Coffee (no cream) 0 calories
Total calories: 1010
A thousand calorie meal is not great, but it's less than half the calories I previously tucked into at a visit to Outback. And I wasn't dissatisfied at all with the meal. My husband was as charming as always. We had a good talk and enjoyed ourselves just as much as we always do, only we ate a much healthier meal by skipping the appetizer and desert. I got some fiber with the green beans and sweet potato, and the salmon was definitely healthier than my usual steak. I only ate half the salmon because it definitely looked bigger than a deck of cards! Next time I might only eat half the sweet potato, too. I pushed off the ball of butter, but there were still a lot of calories there.
Maybe I'm starting to figure out this Spark People thing. You don't have to deprive yourself of everything enjoyable. You do have to make small changes and better choices towards healthier eating.
My poem to share today is by Dorothy Parker who was one cool woman. It's not about food, but it is about staying out of trouble (or not).
Portrait of the Artist
Oh lead me to a quiet cell
Where never footfall rambles
And bar the window passing well
And gyve my wrists and ankles
Oh wrap my eyes with linen fair
With hempen cord go bind me
And, of your mercy, leave me there
Nor tell them where to find me
Oh, lock the portal as you go
And see its bolts be double…
Come back in half an hour or so
And I will be in trouble.
By the way, the Outback has a great interactive web site where you pick items off the menu with different options and add-ons and they give you the nutritional information.
They also have a gluten free menu.
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
I am so tired of winter.
I grew up in the midwest, where we certainly had plenty of winter. Then, when I was a young wife with a toddler, my husband, daughter and I moved to Bermuda for 5 years, and I never liked winter again. Now we live in Virginia where the winters are generally mild. Only this winter it's been cold for days at a time, and we've had lots of snow. It's snowing again right now. We're expecting 3 to 6 inches overnight, which means the commute tomorrow morning will be from hell. Starting Friday afternoon we are expecting a really big winter snow storm. It will probably snow all day Saturday, so there goes my weekend plans.
People in Virginia just do not know how to drive in the snow, and the county doesn't invest much in snow removal or salt, so you are taking your life in your hands to be on the roads. Since Friday and Saturday will not be good days for grocery shopping I may try to shop Thursday night. I need to have good things to eat in the house, like fresh fruits & vegetables so I will stay out of the leftover Christmas candy and the gluten-free cookies. (I still have peppermint ice cream in the freezer.) (I will not pig out on it.)
Maybe I can just walk on the treadmill all day Saturday.
Or I can relax, slow down, and enjoy life without running around trying to get everything done at once.
The following poem is a reminder to me, and to all of us, that winter can be beautiful if we slow down and enjoy. It's by Sara Teasdale, one of my favorite poets.
I stood beside a hill
Smooth with new-laid snow.
A single star looked out
From the cold evening glow.
There was no other creature
That saw what I could see—
I stood and watched the evening star
As long as it watched me.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
I’ve bought my clothes at Talbot’s Woman shop for years. They are a little pricey, but well constructed and designed for real women’s figure. I could get professional looking stuff there to wear at work and look like I cared.
Now that I’ve lost almost 30 pounds my size 18W and 16W pants were just hanging on me. People at work were saying, “You’ve lost a lot of weight and your pants are too big.”
So today I went to the mall and walked into the Talbot’s where the ladies sizes are, rather than the women’s. I told the sales clerk, a friendly woman about my age, that I’d lost 30 pounds and wasn’t sure what size I needed, but I reached for a size 18 jeans, the largest size they sell in ladies. I was amazed to find they were too big! The ladies size 16 actually fit me, and in one style of pants the size 14 was the best fit. I ended up with 4 new pairs of pants for work and the jeans. I was so excited by the size 14 fitting me, and the sales clerk, who probably wore a size 6 or 8, was just as excited as I was. She asked me how I lost 30 pounds, so of course I explained to her all about Spark People. She said she wanted to lose weight around her middle. (I guess nobody is satisfied with their figure.) The other sales clerk was a bigger woman, with a nice big booty. She got involved, too, and wrote down the name of the website.
I’m trying hard to enjoy the size I am without worrying too much about what size I may be 6 months from now. I know there are people wearing a size 6 who can’t wait to get into a size 4 or a size 2, but for me a size 14 was a real thrill.
Here is a poem for all those lovely, big-hipped women who are happy and proud of what they are. It’s by Lucille Clifton. She’s an African American woman who has written a number of books of poetry, as well as books for children.
Homage to My Hips
these hips are big hips
they need space to
move around in.
they don’t fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don’t like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top!
Saturday, January 09, 2010
I listened to "Highlights from the Marriage of Figaro" while on the treadmill this morning. I like all kinds of music, but the perfection of Mozart gives me goose bumps every time.
Yesterday I woke up to find it had snowed over night, only an inch or so, and the pine trees in the back yard were lightly frosted. What a magical sight!
I'm not going to die wishing I'd spent more time at the office, or wishing I'd spent more time cleaning house. We need to remember that life is full of loveliness for us to enjoy. Take the time to enjoy it.
Here is another poem by Sara Teasdale that is, well, lovely.
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like the curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.
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