Monday, March 19, 2012
The more I clean up my eating habits, the more I discover that so many treats I used to love are delicious only in my memory.
I will not list them --- because I myself am easily triggered, and I'd rather not read a blog and find that its details have triggered my cravings for junk! But I'm talking about packaged, processed food, and fast food, and a few restaurant specialties thrown in. They just don't live up to my self-indulgent expectations! (with a few exceptions, like . . . . oh, never mind!)
It's disappointing enough to make a poor choice and know I am compromising my goals. Then when it doesn't even taste very good, or I didn't remember it being so waxy, or there's a chemical aftertaste . . . . Rats! Why did I do this? This has happened plenty of times before! Why don't I remember that the pleasure payoff is rarely what I expect?
When I was going through the book The Beck Diet Solution, for a while I rated splurges numerically. With pop, for example, which was my downfall for years, I would rate how good I expected it to be. Always 10. Then I gave a number to how good it actually was, in reality, that moment. Usually the first sip was 9 or 10, then my satisfaction would fall to 4 or 5---if I was even paying attention. (The other pattern this made me notice is that I usually savor the first bite of a treat, and often after that I'm on autopilot.)
So that was one helpful element, and I do have that as a daily pop-up reminder on my ipod: Unhealthy foods do not satisfy.
This morning I ate something that is NOT on my diet. I rationalized it, of course. I had several persuasive excuses. For one thing, it was in the middle of my two-mile walk. Which it cancelled out, of course.
So while pondering those 200 calories I wished I could have back, I was making a mental list of the other junky things which I KNOW from experience are NOT WORTH IT. I wanted to impress on myself to STOP that useless input.
I CAN UN-SUBSCRIBE TO THAT FOOD ! Just like out on the web---when I think a blog will be informational and it turns out to be just a series of advertisements, I can unsubscribe! In my mind I went click, click, click. Check off that box. Not desirable to me any more. Not turning out to be what I really wanted. Unsubscribe.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
If I put half as much energy into changing my life as I do into griping about my life, I'd only weigh 3 pounds by now!
- from PrincessNurse SparkPage
. . . In the past I would have just said "Too much going on - I'll get my diet started after things settle down." Well we all know things never "settle down" so we have to just go through the turbulent waters sometimes and keep a steady hand on the helm.
-from ID_VANDAL blog 5/10/10
I am going to breathe this week in. I am going to live each moment ~
~ for the stuff that seems hard to bear, I AM GOING TO rely on God's strength and comfort.
~ when I might get overwhelmed and think I don't have time to exercise, I AM GOING TO evaluate the benefits, the stress release . . .
~ when I get going on a project or task, and think I can "just grab something" I AM GOING TO be mindful that I eat healthy, and that I eat enough.
- from BELIEVE-IT blog 5/30/10
A fellow Sparker said, "If I think I can't do it, I just do it anyway". That statement truly changed my life. So now I say to myself, "I feel terrible, I guess I will go for a walk now". In the past, I would have gone to bed.
- from FrenchToSD 5/11/10 comment on Missy7Kids 5/10/10 blog
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Okay, it was a close call. Hold thumb and finger a centimeter apart, that close.
I really, really, REALLY wanted the * * * * [treat unnamed to spare trigger responses]. I could taste it, feel it in my mouth. I told myself that I would only appreciate the first 2 bites, and after that it would be robotic. I told myself that it would be 689 calories on the tracker. I told myself that I would wish so strongly later that I had not eaten it. But I Really, REALLY wanted it.
We had planned to get coffee, so we got coffee. I stood by the cream station, agitating. Having an internal hissy fit. Having an internal temper tantrum. Big time pity party. Said "Okay, I am really unhappy about this, but it might be possible to walk out of her without that treat." Merely acknowledging the sliim chance. Somehow I felt my feet moving toward the door.
Somehow, by God's mercy, I escaped. I didn't like it, but I dodged that bullet.
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