Friday, October 29, 2010
Adopting WALKINGANNIE's approach to weight loss maintenance, I've been avoiding the scales and judging my maintenance by how my clothes fit . . .
And, I decided a couple days ago that things were getting a little snug!
Snug, despite what I've thought had been diligent nutrition tracking, and very seldom exceeding my SP range.
So, I'm going to be tracking even MORE diligently and keeping things at the bottom of my calorie range for the next while just to see how things go in the waistband department.
Going to be using all my best tricks, too, such as:
1. Heating up a cup of broth and heading right out of the kitchen when I get home from work (too many spoonfuls of peanut butter? and some of my other delicious nut butter experiments?)
2. Concentrating on getting enough sleep.
3. Gym time: I can never exercise enough to eat what I'd like, but at least when I'm at the gym, I'm not eating!! Seeing how hard I have to work to burn even 400 calories on the cross trainer also helps to keep my eating "mindful".
Nope, not going to go crazy, here -- I don't think there's too much to worry about. Yet. But, I can tell when things are even a little bit "expansive". And, I have to be diligent. Eternally.
And after a couple weeks of renewed diligence, I'll be venturing over to those scales again . . . just to be sure.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
I loved Coach Nicole's recent blog on homemade nut butters; here's the link if you want to take a look for yourself:
Peanut butter is one of my all time faves -- and yes, I prefer the not-so-good-for-you kind with a bit of salt and sweetener. Skippy reduced fat is generally the number one choice (occasionally good old Kraft chunky). I would love to try the Trader Joe's reduced fat peanut flour which you mix up as required to the thickness preferred: but haven't seen any source for that locally just yet.
But other than peanut butter, the more exotic nut butters (almond, cashew) are so expensive. And often to my way of thinking just too too oily as well.
And: Nutella (which I love) is something I almost never permit myself to buy because the list of ingredients is so scary: mostly vegetable oil and sugar, tiny amounts of hazelnut and chocolate. Not really a nut butter at all.
So now following Coach Nicole's lead I'm inspired to experiment with my own nut butter versions. Tonight it was toasted walnut with a little real maple syrup: easy to make (just toasted the nuts for 10 minutes at 350, cooled slightly, whirled in food processor for longer than I would have though necessary, added a tiny bit of walnut oil and about 3 tbsp syrup and a tiny bit of salt): delicious! Had two tablespoons spread on slices of Honeycrisp apple for dessert after my Thai coconut curry soup. It was a great supper.
And next up: I'm going to try a proper chocolate hazelnut that's mostly hazelnuts and cocoa (or maybe Lindt 85%). Anyone have a good recipe to share for that? I'm happy to experiment: imagine it's important to rub off the hazelnut skins . . . maybe with a tea towel after toasting??
I'm finding that adding a bit of fat to my diet is helping with satiety particularly now that the weather is getting cooler: and the nut butters may be just the thing (in moderation, of course: in moderation! Two tablespoons of the walnut butter clocks in at just over 200 calories . . . ).
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Went for a walk in the woods (with Charlie, crunching through the leaves) and then out for smokehouse BBQ tonight with my husband and son (Charlie not allowed) to a new restaurant in town -- which is the best BBQ I've tasted since last fall's trip to Austin. We all have backyard BBQs pretty much (for steaks, burgers) but this kind of smokehouse falling off the bone BBQ place is not particularly a Canajun kinda thing, so the new restaurant is a nice addition to the local market.
I was pretty moderate -- three ribs, a handfull of fries, a quarter cup of baked beans, less than that of coleslaw: but it was delicious, and I enjoyed every mouthful. Also enjoyed a (rare rare rare for me) diet Coke. Kept well within my daily calorie range while I watched with astonishment just how much my tall and rangy son can actually pack away: no doubt he'll finish off the ribs we brought home in the take-out container before morning.
I'm thinking that the smokehouse should consider cooperative marketing with the carwash around the corner: all three of us had BBQ sauce everywhere!! And although I've scrubbed my hands repeatedly, I can still smell that smokey sauce: mmmmmmmm!
Monday, October 11, 2010
Five fat turkeys are we
We slept all night in a tree
When the cook came around
We couldn't be found
That's why we're here you see!
Yesterday while golfing in glorious October sunshine, I saw five fat wild turkeys sauntering across the second fairway.
In my part of Canada, wild turkeys were extinct for many years. There was an attempt to re-establish wild turkeys by hatching turkey eggs, then raising and releasing into the wilds: but that initiative was spectacularly unsuccessful. The baby turkeys imprinted on their turkey handlers and were sitting ducks (to mix the metaphor) when released into wilderness areas. Much appreciated by coyotes and wolves but not lasting long enough to reproduce.
Then evolved the brilliant idea of capturing whole flocks of mature wild turkeys from the Carolinas, importing them (no word with respect to the security checks at the border, presumably they were not required to pluck themselves) and releasing the whole flock into forested areas.
Within a few short years, wild turkeys have re-established themselves prolifically, extending north well into Canadian Shield areas where apparently wild turkeys never roamed before. There is now a spring and fall turkey hunt for licensed turkey hunters. But so wily are the wild turkeys that only one in three hunters ever succeeds in bagging a bird. Apparently the wild turkeys know both when turkey season opens and what areas are off-limits to turkey hunters: such as my golf course. Presumably the wild turkeys move in a timely manner from non-protected areas and into the save haven.
So these magnificant birds showed no fear at all. Their bronze feathers gleamed, the male turkey was in full display, and his four hens strode confidently in his wake.
The turkey roasting now in my oven for Canadian Thanksgiving dinner is of course of the domesticated varity: and of the pre-stuffed, frozen solid variant (in keeping with my "pre-fab less-flab" approach to all feast days: as blogged about previously , the less time I spend in the kitchen, the less I'm likely to overeat. Although I did take a little trouble over my butternut squash soup this year!) Domesticated turkeys have had all the brains bred out of them --replaced by bread cubes and seasoning, perhaps -- such that they are by reputation at least too stupid even to come in out of the rain . . . in comparison, those wily wild turkeys are positively Einsteins! Culture can be highly over-rated, don't you know?
Dancing Gardener saw wild turkeys on her bike ride Saturday -- and says she is thankful for all her Canadian friends! (We thank her, and in turn are nominating her an honourary Canadian, eh?)
I am thankful for my American friends including of course Dancing Gardener -- and for all my SparkPeople friends around the world -- and for the glory of wild turkeys under brilliant maples.
Friday, October 08, 2010
It was an exceptionally beautiful day, sunny, morning glory blue sky, and nothing too too pressing in the calendar at work: so, I gave myself the day off. (I have an occasionally indulgent boss: me.)
Went to the gym first for a thorough cardio workout on the elliptical cross trainer, burned over 400 calories in 31 minutes: and then my upper body weights workout. A non-rushed shower, putting on my comfy blue jeans and a check shirt, visiting with friends I don't usually see at my regular gym time slot: all this was a great start.
Then I took myself for a drive down country roads with great blazing maples arching overhead -- and more woolly bears racing across the road. They were in a hurry: I was not.
Poked around doing a little shopping in a neighbouring small town -- found the replacement camel turtleneck I needed for some of my fall outfits AND on sale. Simple but nice!
And I considered treating myself to a small New York Fries. Until I noticed a lady eating a largest size tub of New York Fries who weighed -- ok, judgmental is not good, I do get that -- so suffice it to say, a fair bit more than I want to weigh.
Treated myself to TWO Paula Red apples instead. And the new Oprah magazine.
Lots of exercise, fresh air, a little retail therapy: and Charlie standing on his hind legs looking out the window to greet me when I got home.
And: a glass of white wine with my chicken barley soup for dinner.
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