Friday, March 05, 2010
I think we've all been there: we think we've counted something correctly (whatever you happen to be counting) and then find out and/or realize that it was actually way more than we counted it as.
What to do?
Stick to the plan. Maybe throw in some extra exercise -- but don't feel as tho you have to counter "overeating" with extra exercise -- that's not a healthy lifestyle thought.
Take me, for instance. Sometimes, apparently, I simply can't add. I plan my day the night before, follow the plan, and find out I've used up more points than I'd planned on.
Or take last night. I'd planned to have my chocolate avocado mousse for dessert (really, you cannot taste -- or ever see -- the avocado; and if you want the recipe, just google it and take your pick). And I did. Only after eating it, I think I may have actually eaten 2 servings.
Now, avocados are very fatty -- it's a good fat, but even too much of a good thing isn't good for you.
So what am I doing? Nothing. Maybe I'll try to stay on the lower end of my points, but probably not. I'm not 100% sure I ate 2 servings, but I think it I did. The sad part is I wasn't all that hungry to begin with, but there's that quantity & quality thing. I won't try to exercise it off, either. I already spend plenty of time exercising.
Lucky for me, I did it after my WI, not right before (and it was a good WI. would've been even better if I'd remembered the big-a$$ barette I had in my hair).
What do you do when you eat something and then later find out it had way more than you counted it as? Do you give yourself permission to eat because you've already "blown it"? Do you try to compensate with exercise? Do you eat less? Or is the answer none of the above, I simply get right back to my healthy lifestyle?
Thursday, March 04, 2010
Yup, I am one of those lucky ones that needs good quality food AND good quantities, too. It's a dilemma. 3 bites of dessert just doesn't do it for me. A 1 cup smoothie doesn't cut it.
They say you eat with your eyes first -- I know I sure do! If it looks like it's bird food, then I'm still hungry. That is why the entire time my husband has been gone I never once used a large plate. The small plate trick really works!
Lately I've found that one vitabrownie no longer cuts it for me. It used to; I suppose it no longer does because I have had to cut portion sizes somewhat to get through this plateau. So I'm eating 2 of them when I do eat them. It's funny, 1 isn't enough, sometimes 2 is just a bit too much.
Planning is the key for me. It took a long time, but I've learned to plan out my days (most days) so that I am satisfied again. I was struggling there for a while. I couldn't figure out how to fit in some of my favorite treats, and I knew I just didn't want to give them up. So I just kept experimenting, and I think I've figured out a way again to stay within my points and satisfy both my eyes and my need to for good quality food. Thank you Ducky -- I owe it all to you! Now I'm even planning 2 days out, sometimes.
One place I don't have trouble with is my salads. I use a large pasta bowl for my salads. It means I have to run the dishwasher more often, because they take up more space, but I'm worth it. I generally use about a half of a 10 ounce bag of some mix of lettuce, and add some veggies to that (usually broccoli, cauliflower, carrots -- sometimes sugar snap peas, sometimes some mushrooms), and top it all off with home made salad dressing.
Soups have played a large part of keeping me satisfied, too, but as we begin to move into spring (they're forecasting mid-40s for this weekend!) I won't crave soup quite so much. When it truly gets warmer, I'll probably begin to play with raw soups again. But cold soup does not appeal during the winter.
It has been SUCH a satisfying week of cooking this week. Sometimes we choose recipes and they take a lot of work and aren't worth the effort, but everything I've made so far this week has been so yummy (Eggplant Chana Masala from The Kind Diet last night -- sooooooooo good). Of course, now that DH will be home, I have to try to balance what he will eat with what I want to cook.
So how bout you. Is quality more important to you than quantity, or are you a volume eater like me? How do you satisfy your need for both? Do you trick yourself in any way?
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
People suffering from orthorexia may display some of the following signs:
Feeling virtuous about what they eat, but not enjoying their food much
Continually cutting foods from their diet
Experiencing a reduced quality of life or social isolation (because their diet makes it difficult for them to eat anywhere but at home)
Feeling critical of, or superior to, others who do not eat as healthily they do
Skipping foods they once enjoyed in order to eat the “right” foods
Choosing to eat foods based off of nutritional value, instead of eating what they’re craving
Feeling guilt or self-loathing when they stray from their diet
Feeling in total control when they eat the “correct” diet
I got this straight from here --
And I thought it was very interesting. Most of it doesn't apply to me, but some of it does. The feeling in control part; feeling superior -- sometimes; reduced quality of life -- not really, but there are times I'd rather stay home than attend something I know will be challenging.
I had already recognized these tendencies in myself, and I'm working on them. Especially being criticial of others' diets. I don't think I'm too bad out loud -- but to myself, yes, I can sometimes feel superior because I *believe* I'm eating a better diet.
Of course, I'm always changing my diet based on learning, experimenting, and growing, so it's really silly to feel superior about something that's in a constant state of flux, isn't it?
I struggle with this and my husband. His diet is better because of me, and I try hard not to be criticial, but it's hard when you love someone and you just want to see them healthier and happier. The head knows that pushing only pushes people away, but the heart wants to help!
Sometimes it's a good idea not to take ourselves so seriously. Lighten up -- enjoy life -- food IS meant to be enjoyed, after all. It isn't just a means to an end, it SHOULD be pleasure. It just shouldn't be our only pleasure or the way we comfort ourselves.
Do you see signs of yourself in Orthorexia Nervosa? Or did that used to be you, and now you're "cured"? Or do you wish you could see yourself just a little in it (like the being in control part)?
I plan out my meals the day before, but they still often change based on what I feel like eating. Yesterday, for example, I made something for lunch, and by the time dinner rolled around, I was too tired to tackle what I'd planned for dinner, despite doing some of the prep work earlier in the day. I ate a frozen dinner instead. I almost never eat frozen dinners these days (funny, considering there was a time I almost lived on them), and I have to admit, when I resort to one, I sort of feel like a failure.
To top it off, instead of sticking to my virtuous (sort of) vitabrownies for dessert, I chose to have a raw ice cream sundae. Raw ice cream I'd made previously (more like sorbet than ice cream, but it still hits the spot) and a sprinkling of raw cacao nibs (I wasn't sure how I'd like them, but they were great -- who am I kidding, they're chocolate -- REAL chocolate -- after all), some raw chocolate sauce (about 1 tsp) that I'd ordered recently, and some soyatoo to top it off.
And I thoroughly enjoyed every bite. Yes, it put me a bit over where I truly wanted to be for the day, but was oh-s0-satisfying and I don't regret it in the least. So while I may not suffer from Orthorexia Nervosa, it's good to keep in mind that there but for the grace of God go I.
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
Somewhere along the way, I got broken. I don't even quite no how it started. I'd like to say I know when it started, but I'm not sure I really do.
I wasn't a heavy child. Nor was I an active child. Oh, I swam, I bowled, I ice skated & roller skated -- mostly because my parents made me. I enjoyed all these things, but if given my druthers, even as a child, I'd probably be reading a book.
I am, to this day, a shy person. I know I probably don't come across that way via my blog, but it's true. If I click with you, I can talk your ear off. If not, you might wonder why I'm so quiet.
Going to parties where I don't know anyone are hard for me (altho that is how I met my husband, after all, go figure). I can be "on", but it's work for me. It's tiring.
But back to the childhood . . . I used to sneak food. My mom is an awesome baker. She battled (battles) her own weight demons, and I'm sure that shaped me. We never baked cookies together, for instance. It was always for company. So it would go right into the freezer. And I would help myself right from the freezer (which is odd, considering I don't like my baked goods frozen and that's where I put things now so that I WON"T eat them).
So food was seen early on as something that shouldn't just be out and available.
And food was a reward, too. A concert? Let's get a sundae. A good swim meet? Let's get a sundae. Sundaes figured large in my childhood.
Blaming our parents and our childhood is too easy. It's not all their fault. The hard work is digging deep and trying to figure out what we're trying to fill. I'm still working on that one.
So, somewhere along the way, I'm not quite sure where, I got broken.
And I have to learn to live broken. Some people are able to simply recognize that they're broken, fix themselves, and move on with their lives. Now that I'm getting real close to 50, I think I have to accept that I'll probably always be broken. So I have to learn to live broken.
I have to use my little bag of tricks. For me, that IS normal. Weighing myself weekly, going to weekly meetings, writing down what I eat and how I move, all of that is my new normal. If that's what it takes to live a size healthy, I'm ok with it. Mostly. Most days.
Becasue when you come right down to it, I want to be a size healthy (see www.ohsheglows.com for Angela's size healthy campaign. I think you'll like it).
What about you? Do you think you're broken? Are you willing to be an abby normal (sorry if you've never seen "Young Frankenstein") to be a size healthy? Is size healthy your goal?
The bagel thins were ok. I think I'll have to continue the search for the right low cal bagel. I'm really picky. They just sort of have a weird aftertaste (like much of the WW bread products), despite not having terrible ingredients. I saw a segment on the Today show a while back about 100 calorie bagels . . . I never found them here, but I think I have to start searching. Obviously, I'm willing to order food. Sometimes.
Monday, March 01, 2010
Because we don't have enough acronyms in our lives. GSF = grocery store find.
This falls into the slightly processed side, but it's hard to live your life without any processed foods at all. And maybe you already knew about these, but I didn't even know they were on the horizon: Thomas' bagel thins.
You know sandwich thins, right? Well these are the same things, only in a bagel. I'm excited! I bought myself some smoked salmon at the same time, and I'm planning on some bagel & lox tomorrow! Only now I don't have to use half my points to have it.
I'm sure DH will turn his nose up at them, but because I make him breakfast most days, he'll just have to deal.
I also found some vegan dark chocolate covered peanut butter mallomar type cookies. I spent a long time looking at them longingly, but in the end I didn't leave the store with them. At 150 calories for one little, bitty cookie, they just weren't worth it. Well, maybe if I could buy just one or two to taste, but not a whole box just sitting there calling my name.
And speaking of calling my name . . . right now some dark chocolate Hershey's kisses are screaming at me. I've decided that once I've had a glass of water and done my run, which I really don't want to do, if I still want a couple I'll have them. I'm just tired -- I had a very satisfying lunch just 2 hours ago, so I'm not really hungry. And now that I've blogged about it, I'll probably go straight from running to dinner. That's the great thing about blogging! Better on the Net than on my hips. Doesn't rhyme, but you get the idea.
DH wanted to know what kind of Girl Scout cookies I wanted -- our niece is selling them. I told him get whatever he wants and just keep them away from me.
Found anything new at the grocery store lately? What do you do when something is calling your name?
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