Sunday, March 11, 2012
Just in case my Sparky friends think that I have no food issues and effortlessly lose weight week after week, this short blog will knock me off that metaphorical pedestal in your minds.
Consider: I have blogged (and all of you already know) that each of us has one or more food issues: be it "emotional eating" or absent-minded eating or good ol' fashioned portion control (my main problem, historically) or some combination or variant. I think I'm on safe ground when I assert that all of us have (or had) some issue or combination of issues.
So me, the numbers guy on your Spark feed, mathematically focuses on my weekly Sunday morning weigh--in like a boxer or wrestler trying to make weight. I’m extra-vigilant about what I do or do not eat on Fridays and particularly on Saturdays. Or so I have fooled myself into believing. Um, not this week…
I peaked at the scale on Friday morning and already I had lost more than a pound compared to last Sunday. A decent loss seemed in the bag. Or so I thought. Here is what happened (and it can happen to you too, which is what made it blog-worthy):
Last night we attended a Casino Night fundraiser. I was running the bar (another useless life's skill picked up along the way) and eating and drinking nothing but water. At 9PM, I was spelled from this posting and encouraged to go play the tables (it being for a good cause at all). My wife Susan818127 (check her out on Spark if you have not already) gave me a small stack of poker chips and I hit the roulette and blackjack tables, which was intellectual candy for my mathematical brain. So far, so good.
I got on a roll in roulette and convinced myself that the wheel was unbalanced. "Mid 12" was paying out 3:1, spin after spin. I was having fun, and the winnings piled up. They had some snacks there, including mixed nuts (a major personal weakness). I left the roulette table with a bigger pile of poker chips, leaving no mixed nuts behind me. Ut oh. Then to blackjack it was more of the same. The salty nuts fueled my focus on the cards, and I did not focus on the quantity I was eating. Only the size of the suddenly-empty bowl prevented more damage.
Now the nuts were not the caloric problem per se, probably (I entered the evening "carrying points" in Weight Watchers parlance - I had uneaten calories still to go.) The saltiness of the nuts was another thing entirely. Realizing the error of my absent-minded ways (not until all the nuts were gone both at the roulette table AND at the black-jack table), I drank water. A lot of water. And I slept like a baby once we got home. (Translation: I did NOT wake up in the middle of the night to pee it off, as has become my Sparky tradition!! - the salt was making the water stick to me).
So this morning, my official digital bathroom scale groaned, smirked, and then downright kicked me in the behind. Up 0.2 pounds for the week. My one-pound-plus loss had gone the way of the tired pitcher left in the ballgame one batter too long (to that place in the past entitled “I want a do-over!”). And the thing is, I know better.
So what am I doing about this (and what makes this blog-worthy):
1, Dr Seuss: Last week was fun, Last week is done. This week is another one! (Translation: Until someone invents Michael J. Fox's DeLorean and turns back the hands of time to 1985, we cannot undue past decisions, food-wise or otherwise). All we can do is learn from food misdeeds and apply the knowledge moving forward. Dwelling on an act that makes us fall of the Sparky wagon is counter-productive.
2. The solution to pollution is dilution! I am confident that my sticking with the watery Spark diet, and watching my sodium more carefully, I will get back on my glide-path to weigh zero by Thanksgiving 2013. And even if that goal is mathematically in the past, I’ll settle for (say) Beethoven’s Birthday.
When is Beethoven’s Birthday, you ask? (truth be told, I paid for gas for my car and pizza for my belly, through graduate school by playing Trivial Pursuit for money…).