Saturday, March 02, 2013
My paternal grandmother, who passed when I was seven, is my guardian angel. But lately I'm questioning something she told me. She always said that if I didn't finish all my food, another child would starve to death in Asia. I thought about this last night looking in my freezer. I have stuff there that's literally more than a year old. I cooked some frozen broccoli spears that had been there God knows how long and were so freezer-burned that I had to overcook them limp to make then even faintly edible. I suspect it may be time to clean some of this stuff out of the freezer. (I love you, Grandma.)
I'm naturally making a lot of changes doing Weight Watchers, but there are a few changes I'm NOT making.
In the last few eeks, I've become a total Greek yogurt junkie. I love the Fage 2% plain for breakfast, either with whole grain toast on the side or a little granola mixed in. However, I'vfe become possibly addicted to the flavored nonfat yogurt from both Fage and Chiobani. They're so delicious, I'll even eat them for dessert. Yes, they have more calories/Points than the store brands of sugar-free. But the taste and texture are so amazing, I'll happily make room in my Points for them.
I'm not giving up my butter or mayonnaise, just severely restricting them. I'd much rather have a half-teaspoon of the real thing than a tablespoon of any substitute. I've never found a light mayo I think tastes good, and margerine has transfats and chemicals that are worse for you than butter. Besides, the flavors satisfy me so much better.
Watching last week's What Not To Wear, the story really resonated with me. The participant, actress Tina Yothers, wore all black shapeless clothes to hide in. She also said she avoided going to events because she didn't feel confident she looked good in dress-up clothes. I've been known to talk myself out of concerts I've bought tickets to. I can remember going to the mall one blazing hot summer day in Los Angeles. I felt I looked too ratty to be there. Reason made me realize that everybody else there wore shorts, tees and sandals, so I was by no means underdressed. But the feeling that I didn't look as nice as anybody else persists.
So that brings up the question of style. When I have a shape other than bowling ball, I don't know whether I'm looking forward to clothes shopping or dreading it. The last time I shopped for a dress for a party, everything in the store was straight up-and-down -- which I most certainly am not. I haven't been able to buy the clothes I love in at least twenty years. My taste runs to sharp tailoring, crisp fabrics and classic styles. Good luck finding clothes like that in anything resembling my size or shape.
I'm sorry if I sound self-obsesses. I just have need to figure things out, and I have nowhere else to sound out my thoughts.