Monday, February 14, 2011
My mid-teen daughter invariably leaves a little bite of food on her plate. She learned this from my oldest daughter. One of her older brothers, with his morning fruit juice, habitually leaves a centimeter in his cup.
At first it annoyed me. My husband and I were both raised by frugal survivors of the Great Depression, in large families of modest means. That don't-waste-a-morsel mindset is hard to shake.
Then for a while that bite tempted me: it's too small to wrap and save, so if I hesitate to throw food away . . . No! Beck helped me last year to stop grazing off my kids' leftovers.
Recently I have been able to get a little more objective. I relaxed a bit and listened to what those lumps on the plate after a meal are telling me.
That little bite has a powerful message to me day after day. It has been speaking to me, waving a signal at me, even before I verbalized the message. It is a silent sign that food intake can be managed intentionally, thoughtfully.
As young as she is, my daughter is not mindlessly stuffing her face. She rationally decides when to stop. God is so merciful; this girl watched me eat emotionally for so long, but she is making healthy choices in spite of that.
That leftover bite is my daughter (and son) saying, "I have enough to eat. This is a reasonable amount of food for me. I can stop right now and choose to be satisfied."
What a blessing to have this little visual aid tickling my consciousness, a quiet reminder that eating can be undertaken with calm consideration and control. If my kids can do that, I can do it, too!
Okay, now true confessions. You will laugh (or possibly snort). I have a little plastic popsicle-maker tray on the door of the freezer. I usually pour that ounce of juice into it.
Old penny-pinchers are hard to reform. At least I didn't drink it!
Sunday, February 06, 2011
I have been enjoying Kashi "7 Whole Grain Nuggets" which has sesame in it also. The serving size listed is 1/2 cup, but it's so filling I eat less. I always put diced apple in it with a little milk, plus often a few pecan halves. I find it a breakfast treat.
The variety of textures and flavors is very pleasing. Plus it takes a long time to chew, which also triggers satiety response.
A half cup has 7 g protein and 7 g fiber, 3 g sugar and 1.5 fat. Not a perfect food, but an enjoyable alternative while trying to rehab my carb fixation.
I have noticed that since I cut out most sugar and most refined carbs, I am able to notice the good taste and subtleties of more moderate items like this.
Saturday, February 05, 2011
I've been feeling very thankful for how my SparkFriends are helping me remember principles from the Beck Diet Solution.
I thought about blogging on this, but I realized I would be embarrassed to admit that in shuffling desk items and bookshelf contents I lost my copy of The Beck Diet Solution.
I heard the thought start in my head, "You are so . . . " and called out, "No!" Then I quickly said to myself, "You are a strong, competent person with many good qualities. You are working on being more organized, and you have made tremendous progress."
Thanks be to God! This time I didn't let it get very far. Identify self-sabotaging thoughts and tell yourself the truth . . . .
Saturday, February 05, 2011
When I decide to put ranch dressing on my potato, I may tell myself it'll be okay, but when I go to the nutrition tracker, I can no longer tell myself it doesn't matter very much.
I love, love, love the nutrition report, that lays it out in black and white, the concrete consequences of my decisions.
Friends, do you find that logging in your food makes you hungry? The tracker is a very important tool for me, but scanning through the lists, trying to find my particular food item, puts way too many food images in my mind. Maybe this is an odd hang-up peculiar to me, but I'd love to hear your suggestions.
The only thing I could think of is to track food right after the meal when I'm most full. Any ideas?
Thursday, February 03, 2011
Food pushers. Sigh. Well meaning, generous, persistent. But I know how to be MORE persistent than the food pusher. Keep smiling, keep saying no thanks.
Picking up my daughter from basketball practice, I went in to watch the workout for a few minutes. Someone had a birthday. I won't be specific, cuz I know how food descriptions on this site can be a trial and temptation to others (or to myself when I re-read later!). But Birthday Girl's parents had brought a multi-faceted treat to share.
I saw it when I came in and sat on the other side of the room.
BG's mom calling to me: Come on over and have some with us!
Freelady: (Smiling) Oh, thanks so much, but I'm okay here.
Later, team member: Hey, it's BG's birthday! You want some?
FL: No, thanks. (more smiling) Hey, great scrimmage!
Still later, BG's dad, holding out servings under my nose: Don't you want some of this? I'm trying to get rid of it so it won't be thrown away!
FL: Oh, no, I'll pass today. But thanks anyway. (Mentally: My Beck team has told me: "Better going to waste than going to my waist. . . .
Better in the trash can than on my own can.")
Zippidee doo dah! I held out! I sure felt good on the ride home. And my daughter, who is one of my self-appointed cheat monitors (beneficial, though not always appreciated at the critical moment) was so proud of me.
I want to be thin more than I want the momentary pleasure of unplanned food.
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