Sunday, September 05, 2010
My daughter has resolved to avoid fast food for a month. She texted me this a.m. Her roommate had gone out and brought home a McDonald's breakfast while she was sleeping. She wanted to know what she should do. I told her to cut it in half and make sure that he knew she was serious about this resolution.
A fellow spark member blogged this morning that she had awakened to the tantalising scent of Panera sausage egg and cheese sandwich, caramel latte and an apple pastry for dessert.
In both cases, the recipients believed that there was good intent. However, I have to wonder. How can you call undermining the decision to eat well, "sweet?" It would seem that either the dieters were sending out mixed messages or that, for some reason, their partners simply didn't care.
I am very grateful that WH agreed to go along with my plan. At the time, he was researching Alzheimer's and had concluded that the diet I needed to reduce my cholesterol would be the same as the one that would maintain mental function. Most days, he fixes my breakfast of oatmeal. He packs my lunch and conscientiously keeps it within the guidelines.
Clearly, this is support, not sabotage.
Sunday, September 05, 2010
So, I set two goals for September. 1-To make sure that fat makes up no more than 30% of my daily intake. 2-To raise the percentage for my proteins.
I had two days that went fairly well. Today? Not so much so. I went 20 grams over my maximum fats. Was it the cake or was it the hamburger? The cake, believe it or not, I have an easier time justifying. I ate it to help celebrate a 90th birthday. Those don't come along too often. The hamburger, though, was at WH's suggestion and frankly, I didn't even want it. I just didn't have any other ideas.
I'm sure glad that I've gotten past the point where I feel bad about these slip-ups. It makes it so much easier to pick up the pieces and start over tomorrow.
Today I cleaned the fridge. It was time for the "science experiments" to go! Every time we search for something in this refrigerator, items get shuffled around and, rather quickly, items that we absolutely intended to use, end up in the back of the shelf, out of sight and out of mind. The refrigerator is only a few years old, but we've disliked it from day 1. The spaces are awkward and hard to see. We're considering replacing it, but I wonder if we're really smart enough to figure out how a new one would feel in day-to-day usage.
But, then again, if the only thing I can complain about is my refrigerator, then my life must be pretty good.
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
I do have goals. Really and truly. It's just that I don't have any deadlines for them. Perhaps, I should call this my September Focus, just so that there's no pressure.
Focus number 1: I'm really going to watch the fat intake. Most days I don't go over my calorie range, but too large a percentage comes from fat. Partially, this is a result of eating nuts on a regular basis. I eat nuts as part of my cholesterol reducing prescription. But maybe, I'm getting too much of a good thing.
Focus number 2. I'm going to try to get my protein numbers up. Since eating a lot of meat will up the fat grams, I expect that most days I will have to supplement with a protein shake.
I can't think of a third focus so I guess that I'll leave it at that. There's something to be said for simplicity.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Those of you who follow my blog know that I am starting a new position. That has both concerned and excited me. I did ask, "To whom do I report?" I should have asked, "Who's paying me?"
Because my new job is being funded by a different source, I had to be terminated from my old position, and then re-hired for this one. I honestly did not know this until this morning when I went online to see my pay stub. (I have direct deposit.) There was none there, so I went to the school secretary to find out what's going on. Apparently, I have not been re-hired. And that also explains why I have no e-mail, am not on the school directory, nor can I be found with an online search through the district web site. This is a paperwork problem, but, in the meantime, I have no electronic identity. I don't exist.
Oddly enough, this morning, we had just discussed what we're going to rescue when the house burns down. Watermelon Head said that he'd save the photos, but I said that I wanted to save birth certificates, passports, and Social Security cards. Being without ID is scary and if you had to start over, this would be the most important thing you'd need. (Actually, WH agreed.)
While documentation is obviously very important, our self-identification defines us in a larger sense. Am I happy or am I sad? Am I a planner or am I spontaneous, in-the-moment? Am I serious or silly? Do I love food or do I eat just because it's there? Am I active or am I sedentary? Am I long-term or short-term?
If you can answer these sort of questions, then it seems to me that the chance of dieting success goes up. The more the plan fits you, the better it is. For example, the meal plan designed for me would have me cooking my lunch. With 30 minutes maximum for lunch, that's not going to happen. Following the meal plan, overall, would be too rigid for me. It would mean that I would have to do the shopping at thus and such a time in order to have the necessary ingredients on hand. I would have to cook every meal, when I'd rather reheat last night's leftovers. It could feel like a failure every time I had a last minute change of plans and and could not comply. No, I'd much rather plan as I go along. I'd much rather live with general principles than rigid regimens. That's who I am.
I annoy my sister everytime I preach the gospel of portion-control. She annoys me when she starts going on about reducing carbs. We've both enjoyed dieting success recently. So, I guess, we're both right.
Profoundness aside, I've changed my profile picture. It's a very old picture, taken long before I was the mom of a Sexy Diva. I like it because, at that age, I liked who I was. As I grew older, there were plenty of times when I thought I was both unlovely and unlikeable. Wouldn't it be nice to always be as happy and uncomplicated as my six-year old self?
Friday, August 27, 2010
I woke up in plenty of time to get to work, but didn't have enough time for a walk. I put in a full quota of time at the gym after work.
I used the elliptical first. I usually set it in a weight loss program, but today those intervals just seemed too much to bear. So, I exercised for 40 minutes at the lowest resistance and, comparatively speaking, real slow. I seemed totally without vim and vigor. Then I finished up with 20 minutes on the treadmill moving at a mere 3 mph. The last time I used the treadmill, I walked and ran averaging a speed of 4.7 mph.
It wasn't a great session, but I truly do feel there is a value in going through the motions.
I flopped into the Lazy Boy when I got home, picked up my novel and promptly fell asleep. I had an appointment to donate blood at 3:45, so to get myself going again, I snarfed down a handful of peanuts.
I had a temperature of 99.1 at the blood bank and they asked me if I felt well. I assured them I was fine and so we attributed the higher temperature to having worked out this afternoon. I gave the blood and then took the snack. It was a 2-serving trail mix, the best choice there. I ate both servings, wouldn't you? I was happy to read the post-donation instruction, "Don't lift anything heavy for 5 hours after donating blood." Glad to comply. No weight-training for me tonight. Boo Hoo.
So, I'm already standing on shaky ground with my snacks for the day. I completely sank into the quagmire with a trip to Sam's Club. I DO love sample ladies. They do tempt you with a whole wealth of greasy, crispy, salty foods. I'd be lying if I said I don't like them, but I don't buy them. What the samples do to my nutritional profile is enough to convince me to not have them in the house.
So lots of snacks, lower exercise levels for the day. I was over my calorie allotment by 70 calories, over my fats by 18g (See the problem with processed foods?), within the carbs requirement, Folate was low, Cholesterol was acceptable.
I'll be so glad to have a fresh start tomorrow.
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