The Open Bag - Tales from 100# Down
Sunday, March 10, 2013
I have learned something about myself. Open bags and boxes are huge obstacles. They silently scream their siren's song pulling my hand toward them with invisible strings. I used to bring a container to my computer desk but have learned in the past year I can't even let it get within arm's reach.
Here is the problem with that open container (it can even be something fairly healthy if eaten in an appropriate portion like say dried fruit or thin pretzel sticks.) My mind says "one more won't hurt" but my hand goes on auto-pilot and the next thing I know I've had 3 servings. There have even been a few disastrous events where I finished off a container.
Perhaps you are more controlled than I am, but I can't bring them to my desk. I have to portion my food out in the kitchen and seal the container and store it away. The single serving pouches are great but not cost effective so I have taken to bagging my own in snack size baggies with a sharpie pen clearly labeling the caloric content on each one. I then store the lot in a large plastic storage bin and if I'm very tempted to over-indulge I put a post-it note on top again with the calorie count per serving in BOLD print.
I hope someday to conquer this enemy calling from inside the bag but as of yet I have to defend against it! There are a few food items I have had to banish from my shopping list entirely. Things I can't buy include:
If they don't get in my shopping basket they can't get inside my house and taunt me. Actually, I'm probably carrying all of those on my hips right now. They just moved their stored energy from the bag to my fat cells.
On that thought I better get on the elliptical.