Wednesday, March 30, 2011
There it was, floating free above the tree branches in the rosy sky.
(View from the weights room, 6:30 a.m. this morning).
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Oh, my, how I hate to do this.
From my low of 145 to 146 a few days ago: and today up another half pound to 146.5.
But: I promised myself to weigh myself every day (that's what it takes for me: not everybody); and that I would faithfully move my weight tracker every time there was a change in weight.
No more "maintenance range" allowance not "requiring" me to change my weight tracker -- because my weight tracker had stayed at 153 and my actual weight (not weighing) had probably gone up to 162 or 163 before I started my pre-Beck program. And my weight was at 156 on the first Beck weigh-in after 14 days pre-Beck.
So: why am I up 1.5 pounds?
Probably the 145 was a blip not really achieved: a blip downwards.
So that might explain the move to 146. And the additional half pound today?
Last night was a "professional dinner" but I ate carefully, had pre-planned ("guessing" at the likely menu pretty accurately) , and the total calories for the day I estimate at under 1300. Always hard to say if you haven't prepared the food yourself what might be lurking in the braised chopped cabbage or the sauce under the chicken (most of which I left on the plate). Did have a glass of red wine (tracked); did have one bite of the carrot cake (tracked) before sliding the rest of the portion across to my partner in crime (DH, actually!! He can "afford" it!!).
So: maybe last night's dinner just more salty than I'm used to? Maybe a little fluid retention?
Not going to worry about it.
Oh, well. Oh, well. Oh, well.
Have my food all tracked for today. Will eat sitting down, mindfully. Remind myself that hunger is not an emergency.
But: I am keeping an eye on the situation. And dealing with the sabotaging thought: "It doesn't matter. You didn't need to change your tracker. You didn't need to call attention to the increase with this blog".
Because: sure I did. For me. I know that not weighing, not tracking, is a slippery slope to putting on that 10 pounds of yo-yo weight all over again. And that's not happening.
Will slip into my black leather pencil skirt just to keep reminding myself all day long: this matters. To me. This does.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
For the last several weeks I've been deliberately upping my protein intake (thanks SWEETIKINS, for the tip) by making Greek style omelettes most mornings for breakfast: a mixture of Naturegg Omega 3 and Simply Egg Whites with low fat feta cheese, Greek seasoning, spinach and hot hot salsa on the side, just to keep things "fusion". Love them -- and I use my folding microwave omelette pan, which makes it all happen fast.
But this morning I was thinking about Professor G, for whom I worked as a young philosophy student; he was close to blind, and needed someone to read his student papers aloud to him for purposes of grading.
I was hired. It was a great job and taught me more about philosophy than any course I ever took: I wrote on his comments (and he was patiently prepared to engage in discussion with me if I had the temerity to disagree!!).
These sessions took place at the university in his office -- with meal breaks for "pizza pie" or "hamburger sandwiches": really, that's what he called them!!
Or, more often, at his home on the weekends. Where he had a beguiling Scottish terrier puppy. And a harpsichord and a clavichord, which he played -- inviting me to play too.
And where he regularly prepared for me incredibly strong coffee in a French plunge coffee maker (that's what started my coffee addiction) with glorious French pastries from a local bakery. Or whipped up sweet dessert style omelettes when more substantial sustenance was required, moving deftly around his kitchen.
What kindness, what sophisticated hospitality to extend to an impoverished young student supporting herself through school! Did I mention he also paid me generously for these services? Amazing!! I'd have been more than happy to do it for food or for nothing at all, and I'm sure that he knew that. (I remembered Professor G during my own teaching years and tried to extend comparable kindness to a number of my own students . . . a far more important lesson even than whatever I'd learned from those asymmetrical philosophy debates! Which he tactfully pretended were occurring between equals).
So this Sunday morning, with extra time on my hands, I decided to experiment with a Professor G-style sweet souffle omelette: chocolate and raspberry.
And then input it into the Spark recipe calculator -- if you eat it all yourself (I did offer to share a bite with DH . . . just one . . . and it wasn't to his taste, too bad so sad) then it's 216 calories and 16 gm of protein per serving. And . . . so so delicious. Mmmmmmmm!!
I believe it would work in a regular omelette pan if you can't find the folding microwave type -- but how easy it is in the microwave. Here's the link:
If you try it, I hope you like it -- some harpsichord music in the background would really help capture the appropriate ambiance!!
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Sing it out loud
You should be proud!
And *blushes* yes, I am.
OK, my body is by no means perfect. It's almost 60, after all. And a decade ago, was some 85 pounds heavier. It's borne two babies. Endured serious illness, and a number of surgeries.
So of course it has some wrinkles, and it has some stretchy saggy stuff.
I'm enjoying living in my body.
I'm enjoying moving my body.
I'm enjoying dressing my body.
Some of you will know e.e. cummings' great poem, "i like my body . . ." : it's somewhat erotic, so I won't copy and paste it here.
If you'd like to read it, here's the link:
But -- erotic situations aside -- it's good to be in this space. This body. Feeling strong, lean, fluid and flexible.
We sometimes think of ourselves as "ghosts in the machine" -- spiritual or intellectual or emotional entities inside a shell. Truth is, the quality of our spiritual experience, our intellectual prowess, our emotional intensity: all of these are inextricably intertwined with the physical embodiment that moves us -- moves us literally and moves us metaphorically.
Am I an intellectual type? Yup, card carrying and fully credentialed: there is no denying it.
But (and just as important): I like my body. I like being a body.
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