Friday, October 01, 2010
Last night Matt and I went to the store because I accidentally sprayed bathroom cleaner on our toothbrushes.
I also needed muffin cups, and while passing down the bakery aisle, something caught my eye. Something orange. In a can. It was PUMPKIN!!!!!!
I hate pumpkin.
No, really. I do! Hate it. But Matt loves it. So this means I can bake up some "delicious" pumpkin treats and not be tempted to eat them. I love to bake, but I try to bake things I don't love so I'm not so tempted.
Which leads me to another story of success or failure, depending on whether you're an easygoing soul like myself or a crazy raging all-or-nothing Type A. You decide.
A few days ago, I found a yummy looking spinach and tomato sauce recipe and we had raviolis in the freezer. I was in the mood to make dessert, so I closed my eyes and asked myself, "What's a good dessert to go with an Italian meal?"
The answer I came up with was mousse. Chocolate mousse. I've never made a mousse, so I started browsing.
And I found the perfect recipe- mocha mousse pie. I don't like coffee, see, and Matt loves coffee, so there you go. Perfect.
Now, on to Why I Hate Grocery Stores 'Round These Parts. Here in the Baltimore area, we have lots and lots of grocery stores. But they're little and often don't have things you are looking for. Back home, we only had a few grocery stores, but they were huge and had EVERYTHING! (Kissims- you know what I'm talking about! I MISS WEGMANS!!!!)
So I was at the store and I had all the ingredients in the cart, and I was scanning the ice cream topping shelf for the Smucker's mocha topping I needed to put in the mousse. Did my piddly-@$$ grocery store have this? Of course not.
I stood there wondering what to do. I really wanted to make this pie, but I also didn't really want to eat it- it's chock full of cream cheese and Cool Whip and SUGAR. Metric buttloads of sugar.
I pondered what to do as my cold foods got warmer and warmer. I need to start picking backup recipes, because this happens to me all the time now.
In the end, I grabbed a jar of dark chocolate ice cream topping and made a plain chocolate mousse pie. And when I say plain, I mean "OMG mouthgasm deliciousness".
I have eaten one piece, which is some kinda miracle because what I really want to do is dive into it face-first. But I'm not... and you know why? I have de-pressurized myself. Meaning, I chilled out. Relaxed. Told myself I can have it if it means that much to me. And you know what? It doesn't. It will be there, whenever I want it. And if the day comes when I have to throw it out (unlikely, since the boy would probably rather marry it than marry me), I can always make it again.
Calm down. Take the pressure off. Don't do the all-or-nothing deal. It never works and will just discourage you.
Bodypump today at 4:30. Feel the BURN, baby!
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
I donít do some stuff Iím ďsupposedĒ to do.
I donít eat small meals through the day to ďkeep me from being hungry and keep my metabolism runningĒ. I know youíre supposed to snack and keep yourself from getting too hungry, but I just canít do it. I donít snack. I eat three meals. Granted, theyíre larger meals, but each one lasts me until the following meal. Also, I donít like never being hungry. I like feeling hungry and then satisfying that hunger with some food. And if Iím not hungry, then I donít get to nag Matt with my favorite whine, ďIím hungry!Ē
I donít count calories and I never have. Not even when I was losing weight. First of all, I find it to be a tedious responsibility and I donít want to get all obsessive about it. I donít want to think of my food as a number. I want to think of it as nourishment and energy. I know what foods are healthy. I know what foods are unhealthy. I know what a reasonable portion size looks like. Iíve always eyeballed it, and when I look at a brownie, I donít want to see a big evil ď200Ē on my plate. I want to see a special treat.
I donít weigh myself. I know this actually is recommended, but I also know a lot of you ladies weigh yourselves every day. That is such a horrible idea, I canít even tell you. It has the potential to make or ruin days. That little (often inaccurate) machine should NOT dictate your pride in your achievements. You drank your water, you ate your produce, you worked out, youíre feeling good, and you gained a pound. That scale reading is now going to destroy all the wonderful, positive things you did for yourself and you know what? Itís probably not even RIGHT.
STOP WEIGHING YOURSELF ALL THE TIME. Once a month, MAYBE. I donít even know how much I weigh. I go by how my clothes fit, how I feel, my food and my fitness, and so should you.
I donít set goals I am not in control of. ďI will lose one pound this weekĒ is a reasonable and achievable goal, but in going with my scale rant above, itís not really within your control, is it? A proper goal is to say, ďI will eat X food this week, and workout X amount of times, and drink X amount of water in the interest of losing one pound this week.Ē That is totally, 100% in your control. You can work out, you can eat right, you can drink your water. What you canít do is control how much water your body holds on to or the accuracy of the scale. When the week is up, instead of feeling discouraged at the number, you should be PUMPED about what you did for your body.
I guess what Iím getting at here is a secret of success. And that secret is, donít pressure yourself so hard. Let go of your expectations, because sometimes things just arenít going to go the way you expect them to. Donít be obsessive about numbers, because theyíre just numbers.
Live, love, eat, and move.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
I guess I'm just lucky, but I've never suffered an exercise-related injury.
This week, I'm up to two.
My knee was really hurting Sunday and yesterday. That was a first. A scary first. I've never had any knee problems whatsoever.
And today my back hurts. My BACK. My LOWER BACK.
I'm TWENTY FOUR years old.
As most of you know, it ticks me off beyond all logical reason when people credit my weight loss to my youth and not to the actual hump-busting hard work I put into my health.
However... as much as ageism eats my toast, I fervently believe that youth should mean no ouchies.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
When I was in high school, I wanted to be "skinny" like the other girls. I have long since changed my mind about that. I was in Bodypump the other day, and there was this new girl. She had what a lot of girls would think is the perfect body. Slim, genetically blessed flat stomach, legs without a spot of cellulite. But when we started the workout, I couldn't help but notice she was really struggling to keep up. I'm not saying that's bad, in fact, it's awesome that she was there! But it made me think, how many women want a body like that, and don't give a second thought to fitness capabilities? How many give no thought to strength, bone density, organ fat, clogged arteries or any other health concern? How many women wish for a body that is merely pretty on the outside? That's called extrinsic motivation, and that ain't gonna cut it.
As I looked around the room, I tried to decide which body I would choose if I had to pick another. The one I admired most was a decidedly muscular woman with a big round butt, wide curvy hips, and an ample set of boobs. Her bar had the heaviest weights in the room, and she could obviously do squats until the apocalypse. She looked like Xena in a Nike tank.
Make the inside beautiful, and the outside will willingly follow.
Monday, September 27, 2010
I have a problem with treats that my BFF and I call the "portables". The kind you can just grab and eat, such as cookies, cupcakes, and candy. Well, not candy... I don't love candy for the most part. Except peanut butter cups. OMG peanut butter cups, right?!
Problem treat: Cookies. I previously posted a blog about how much I love cookies. I can DESTROY a whole batch of cookies by myself. I have no control, no willpower, no right state of mind when it comes to cookies. They are my worst problem food. As a result, I do not usually keep them around. I bought a six-pack of cranberry chocolate chip cookies at the farmers market last week and tried to trick myself into thinking I'd only eat one a day for six days. Instead I ate one an hour for six hours.
Solution treat: Ice cream. I can eat one serving of ice cream once a day and be done with it. It's because it's not portable. I have to get the carton out, scoop it into a bowl, use a spoon, wash the dishes... what a bunch of trouble!!! I got some Edy's Yogurt Blends chocolate chunk brownie somethingorother yesterday at the store. After dinner, I scooped some into a ramekin used a small spoon, took small bites, and thoroughly enjoyed it. And then I was done.
Problem treat: Cupcakes. Oh man. Cupcakes. I loooove cupcakes. It's because I love cake, see, and cupcakes are easier to eat! Again, it's the grab and go thing. I can grab a cupcake, eat it, and grab another, and another, and another... it's terrible. The most trouble I have to deal with is the paper cupcake cup. So worth it.
Solution treat: Cake. When I make a whole cake and want some, I have to slice a piece, put it on a plate, get a fork, and wash the dish. I am very lazy. I'm that jackass you hate who parks as close as possible to the gym. So when I have a piece of cake, I make it count.
Problem treat: Fudge. It's not ONLY grab and go, it's BITE-SIZED! Grab and bite, grab and bite, grab and bite. See the problem here? When you're a piggy like me, fudge is downright dangerous.
Solution treat: Frozen fudge. ... ... ...Nah, I'm just messin' with ya. Seriously, how many of you guys fool yourselves with the "I'll just freeze the rest" delusion like I do? Frozen fudge is EVEN MORE AMAZING than regular fudge! Last Christmas I told myself I'd freeze the leftover fudge I had from making gift fudge. Puh-leez. I cleaned out that freezer in about two days and ten pounds.
What treats do you keep around? Which treats are a very, very bad idea to keep around?
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