Our 'homework' for this weekend is to read and reflect on what our biggest nutritional hurdle is. At first I wasn't going to give this much thought, because I figured the answer was easy: I've had a problem with retaining water when I eat too much salt. Didn't use to bother me, but I guess some things change as our bodies age.
Then yesterday, as I lay me down to sleep, I felt very uncomfortable with the amount of food I had eaten. And that small realization changed my course for this blog. Granted, I had surgery yesterday, so had a whole day's worth of calories to work with in the afternoon and evening. And it seemed like I hadn't eaten in days, instead of just hours. Everything looked good to me!
Part of the challenge is to find a Spark article about my food issue, which I wasn't going to do. But I went online to ASK for this question: how big is the human stomach. I thought I already knew the answer. I thought it was common knowledge that that the human heart is the size of a person's fist, and the human stomach is the size of two of a person's fists. After all, this is what I had been taught as a child, and it has stayed with me all these years. So imagine my shock when the answer was thus: the human stomach is a large as a person's fist!!
So I did a VERY SCIENTIFIC EXPERIMENT in my kitchen sink. I filled a large glass measuring cup with water, immersed my fist, had my son check for accuracy, and then measured out how much water my hand had displaced. To my surprise, I had only displaced a bit more than a cup of water!! This went a long way towards explaining recent issues of my bloated tummy, my uncomfortableness in trying to sleep with a bowling ball of food trying to digest, and why, when I'm not careful, I end up gaining weight so easily.
Even when I do good in the morning, like last Saturday, I have to be careful. I had cereal and milk for breakfast, and we went to McDonald's for lunch. I had half a Southwestern Salad, and half of a small fry, taking the rest home for my son. I felt virtuous, and so had no problem with a cup of spaghetti, a cup of sauce, and a side salad for dinner. After all, since I had been so 'good' at breakfast and dinner, I had a whole lot of calories to use up before I went to bed. And since all my choices were good ones (no burgers or shakes for this gal!), I felt I deserved a nice, full dinner. But as my hubby would say, just because you can, doesn't mean you should. When I look back on it now, with my new information of my tummy only being the size of my fist, only able to hold about a cup of food before I overload, I feel like an idiot.
It's such a simple solution: find all the information you can before you make decisions. And don't be quick to take other people's opinions as fact. So now I will be more careful about my portion sizes, even if I have extra calories to burn. And I will have to be more careful about which foods I choose, so that I get maximum nutrition for those smaller portions.
Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks??
Becca of the Mighty Mochas clan!!