Sunday, December 27, 2009
One of my SparkFriends' statuses today says that she "is glad Christmas is over. What next???" What next, after Christmas, indeed! I like to have things to look forward to, and with the big buildup to Christmas, there's always a mini- (or even a maxi!) letdown afterward. There are bills to pay, decorations to put away, a few presents to sort through and play with or store, diet excesses to repair, renewed dedication to exercise. So I've given some thought to what comes next, with special attention to good things to look forward to.
There's New Year's Eve, of course, which often, of course, centers around drink and food and more drink, but it IS, after all, another opportunity to party and socialize.
There's some pleasure to be had in putting away decorations, putting up a new calendar (yay! now we can call the year "twenty"-something for the rest of the century, not the last decade's awkward "two thousand X" or "oh X"), and cleaning house--traditionally reserved for New Year's Day in my house. (No, wise guy, cleaning house is not traditionally reserved JUST for New Year's Day in my house!)
Then there's Superbowl Sunday, which is fun to look forward to if you're a football fan and especially if your team is in it (which the Pats often are), but there's all that food to watch out for. It has to be the second biggest American Pigout Day after Thanksgiving!
And then there's the premiere of American Idol. My friend Karen and I traditionally insist that Bill make us all a healthy dinner while we get hooked all over again with hilarious auditions of people whose misguided friends told them they should try out because they're great singers.
Yes, Pam, there is a life after Christmas. I'm going out of my way to find things to do and look forward to--not least among them is maintaining my diet and exercise efforts, even though my weight has ticked up and stuck there.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
As some of you may have noticed, I've been griping about how hard it is to maintain my weight lately. Comments like "I should've at least been able to ENJOY gaining the weight" and "What would my weight be if I DIDN'T watch my exercise and calories like a hawk?" have been heard. They were a clue to my dangerous state of mind, thrown by not being as much in control of my weight as usual.
I NEVER plan ahead to have a treat or a day when I indulge myself, but it had to happen. Last night, Bill and I went out to dinner, to celebrate his birthday and have a holiday treat for ourselves. We were planning on going to our old favorite, the Chinese buffet, but changed venue at the last minute to a cozy restaurant on the Exeter River, where we went downstairs to the little basement bar--all warm, happy, crowded, and beautifully decorated for Christmas. Figuring that this was our holiday treat, I ordered whatever I felt like. I started with the spinach salad with gorgonzola, walnuts, and cranberries, and delicately picked my way around much of the cheese and nuts, and had balsamic on the side, to keep the calories down a little. Then my seafood risotto arrived, and all caution was thrown to the winds. My plan had been to eat mostly the seafood and leave much of the risotto. Fool, I! I LOVE risotto. What was I thinking? I ate pretty much the whole thing. The two glasses of wine didn't help.
At least we didn't order dessert, right? Right! But at home waited a boxful of evil desserts that a friend had brought over the night before. I had resisted them up until then, but no more! One of them was a key lime parfait, another a white chocolate cake, and another an intensely chocolate experience. I had some of each, thank you very much. And then ate as many of my addictive butter spritz cookies as I could stuff in my face.
When I go off the rails, you have to admit I do it with enthusiasm.
So, today I'm getting back on track and trying to be content with not gaining any more!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Boy, I got out of bed all cranky this morning, for no reason I could put my finger on. But once I got my butt in gear, my outlook improved. First I stripped the bed and popped the bedclothes in the washer, so I couldn't get back into it. Made some tea to work up my courage to bundle up and go out in the snow with Dingo. It's still coming down here in NH, the light powdery kind that fluffs when you scuff it with your toe, and not slippery at all, which makes me happy. So we got our usual morning walk, and now I'm planning the rest of the day over another cup of tea.
I think some housecleaning is in order, and another batch of cookies. I'll see if I can find hokey Christmas movies or music to put on while I do that, plus turn on all the lights in the house. So much for the electric bill and greenhouse gases--I want it cozy in here!
(Not our house, but close!)
Friday, December 18, 2009
I'm now 5 pounds over my low weight from the summer, and I could almost sense why--but not quite--until just now, when I pawed through my fitness and nutrition trackers.
When I went back to analyze my weekly cardio now compared with the summer and fall, I discovered that I'm doing on average MORE cardio now. I must be compensating successfully for my fear of winter slothfulness. So that isn't it. It must be food.
So now I have to be honest with myself all over again. Weighing, measuring, and counting accurately. Assessing whether I'm really, really hungry enough to have that afternoon or evening snack. I knew in my heart that I hadn't been doing those things, and a look at the nutrition trackers tells me exactly how and where. I've been looking mainly at the total calorie count for the day and rejoicing if it's within my range, when I should really be staying BELOW my range. I've been slacking off and using the cold weather as an excuse for unnecessary eating. And I'm shocked to see that I've been having more wine in the evening than before. At least my weighing and measuring was accurate there--I just wasn't paying attention to it!
So, I'm rededicating myself to weighing, measuring, eating only when I'm hungry, and being aware. I haven't been relaxing about my physical activity; why should I relax about my eating?
So, much better to get a grip now, rather than wait until New Year's and make all those resolutions then. That's part of what makes early January such a drag, so I'll do it now instead!
Wish me luck!
Friday, December 18, 2009
I woke up ten minutes early and figured I'd just get up anyway. It hurt to get out from under those two comforters, because the house was down to 55 with a wind chill of arctic, so I nudged the heat on and turned on the bathroom heater just to weigh in au naturel. Eating with winter gusto has inched my weight up a little ... oh well.
Fed the animals, sipped some tea, and bundled up: longjohns, T shirt, sweatshirt, jeans, neckwarmer up to my eyes, hat pulled down past my eyebrows, furry coat hood up, fingers rolled up inside gloves and stuffed in my pockets. (I need mittens, I think!) And out we went for our usual mile walk.
It didn't feel like a wind chill of 9 below, but it was what it was. The few households awake were running their cars early. And Dingo, god bless him, moved as fast as a windup dog with 16 motorized legs all going like mad. I appreciated that!
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