Day 43--Logging observations
Friday, February 15, 2013
*the effing IE just rebooted and ERASED half my blog. GRRRRRR. Trying again now*
Decided I needed to track my food and see exactly how much I'm overeating at night. And guess what? SURPRISE I'm not hungry. Lol. I tried to be, honest! But I just wasn't. At all. Managed 1100 measly calories yesterday, and had no desire for more (cramping/hormones today explains the deviation in appetite). So....so much for that experiment. Guess it'll be a few more days...except, I've also been less interested in my usual junk food since I started trying to eat more real whole foods this week. There was no thought in my head, at any point, of denying myself anything at all--I just assumed I would eat less if I were more full with real food. But I haven't even had the DESIRE to go out and mow down a whole box o' cookies. It's weird. My little strawberry/banana concoction makes me quite happy. I know that will change, but it's nice to enjoy it. Now if only I could bottle this weird temporary truce/peace time with my wanton sugar addict, and I'd be set. :)
Does anyone else ever find that, when they start tracking their food, they start adjusting it right away? I do it all the time, which always makes it hard to get an accurate representation of how much I truly eat when not paying attention. I just mentally cringe at the thought of having to add 600 cal chocolate bar, or half a box of Good Ring cookies. I don't want to have to face it, so I avoid eating it.
On the flipside though...tonight I had a few Lindt chocolates and a timmy's heart donut for valentine's. 20 minutes of eating, BAM! 900 cals added. And I wasn't even hungry. Real good eye opener as to HOW I'm managing to gain weight even with the amount of cals I burn each day at work.
I wonder which it is though--does the food tracking make me more aware of my consumption, thus limiting it, or does my recent awareness of my consumption trigger my desire to start tracking. Chicken or egg? Hmmm.
I keep thinking it's Saturday tomorrow. But it's not. So I really need to go to bed now. One more stinking shift, then a hopefully lovely workout. Then 3 days of peace. Ahhhhh. I know they'll be too short. At least Saturday is supposed to be really nice out.