Saturday, March 19, 2011
For the first time I can remember in a while, almost every area of my life is in transition. My relationship with my child is changing, my job is uncertain, and I've lost touch with one friend of six years and ended another friendship of five years.
I'm not clear why all this change is happening at once, but sometimes that's how life is. Still, if I were to compare this time in my life to the weather, I'd say it's like a light drizzle in cold weather. Depressing but not devastating. I've survived many storms and this is no comparison.
This week was so-so.
THE GOOD: I cooked twice this week; kept my kitchen clean, bought some new exercise clothes and shoes, logged in all my food and exercise, and worked to increase my fruits/veg/water, even hitting my goals on two days this week.
THE BAD: My weightloss is stalled again. I won't repeat all the whining that I did last month. I know it's water weight, but it's frustrating. Still have work to do on fruit/veg/water intake. Still ate out several times this week because I've been watching college basketball at bars and grills. I'm hopeful this will change once the college basketball season is over.
THE UGLY: My dog chewed up two of my fitness books, including the one by Tosca Reno. I am just disgusted. I only exercised on sunday, tuesday and today. I am drinking way too many diet cokes.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Today I spoke to my "son" who is a division 1-NCAA football player. I told him about my new eating and exercise habits and he was very supportive. During the course of conversation, he mentioned that he maintains an "in season" weight and an "off season" weight, which is 11 pounds higher. The depressing part is this; BOTH of his weights are more than ten pounds less than what I weigh now and he plays football!!
All the conversation did was motivate me to work hard in the gym this evening and eat a sensible, nutrient-dense dinner. I don't like the idea of weighing more than my "son".
Monday, March 14, 2011
The newness of my eating plan has totally worn off. I've now settled into a day-to-day routine built on weeks of habit-forming behaviors. To stay engaged and motivated, I'm focusing on strengthening the areas I've identified as weak:
1) Dirty dishes in the sink that render me too lazy to cook;
2) Not drinking enough water;
3) Not getting enough fruits and vegetables.
Here are my planned solutions;
1) 10 minutes cleaning the kitchen daily;
2) Keep a QT 32 oz cup on my desk and drink two cups while at work;
3) Drinking 1 glass of orange juice lite (50 calories) in the morning, eat fruit or a vegetable for morning and afternoon snacks, eat one fruit/veg at lunch and one at dinner.
Ain't nothin' to it but to do it. Onward and downward.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Okay, I admit it. I confess. I dine out entirely too much. I spend too much money and eat too many dishes with calorie counts that are nearly impossible to figure out. I live alone, I work full time, and I'm prone to procrastination and disorganization. I also hate doing dishes and other mundane housework. Because I live alone, no one is going to call me out when my dishes pile up.
I know this habit is costing me calories and money, so why is it so difficult to break? I think it's because eating at home requires PLANNING. Being the disorganized, no attention-span having woman that I am, planning is a foreign word to me.
The root of my problem is this: IF MY KITCHEN IS A MESS, WHY WOULD I WANT TO SPEND TIME IN THERE?
Usually what happens is I go to the store with a list. I've mapped out my recipes for the week. I pick up my food, put it away in the kitchen. During the week I'm busy so dishes pile up in the sink because I failed to put away the clean dishes in the dishwasher. Now one evening, I come home. I have things I can prepare, but because the kitchen is a mess, I don't wanna bother having to clean it before I start cooking. So I don't cook. Days go by and I still haven't prepared the food I've purchased. It goes bad, so I have to toss it.
I do get around to cooking. The recipe makes six portions. It's a new recipe and the results are mediocre. I eat one portion, then refrigerate the rest. The next day, I take a second portion to work for my lunch. That evening, I come home to the same leftovers, which I have for dinner. By day three, I'm busy again. The dishes are piling up. I don't want to cook, but I'm tired of mediocre leftovers. So now the remaining three portions go bad, while I grab something to eat from Boston Market or Chipotle.
The answer is brilliantly simple. I'm pledging to spend 10 minutes in my kitchen every day. That's it. 10 minutes a day. I think that's all the time I need to put dishes away, load dishes in the dishwasher, sweep the floor, clean out "science projects" from the fridge and stay organized. I'll even set a timer. Whatever I don't finish after 10 minutes remains until the next day.
I am also going to focus on making sure my pantry is stocked and organized. I have a list of kitchen staples tacked to the door of my freezer. Anything that I need is checked off. By the end of the week, I have a partial grocery list. I add in the ingredients to my recipes and that's the list I bring with me to the store.
See, I have a system. But it doesn't work if my kitchen's a mess. Time for the dine-out diva to retire.
Friday, March 11, 2011
This has been a stressful, topsy turvy week. I have a lot on my mind these days including concern about my child, my job and all the stuff I need to do that's being neglected. I feel like there's very little going on in my life right now that I can control.
That is, except the healthy lifestyle I am trying to create for myself. It seems like it's the only thing I can control. So, despite the fact that I'm a stress eater, I chose to cling tighter to my healthful eating plan so that I can continue to see progress. I wasn't perfect this week, but considering the circus that's become my life, I'm handling things admirably well. In fact, I'm ready to give myself a high five for effort.
Staying on the plan calms me because at least one thing that's been bothering me is still being addressed. So everytime I made a misstep, I climbed right back in the driver's seat at the next meal.
Persistance--not perfection. My new mantra. Onward and downward.
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