Tuesday, June 25, 2013
On any given day, Spark has decided 6,000 steps a day is a goal for me. I try for this. I also use a fitbit flex. 6000 is 4 dots lit up. 8000 is 5 dots. Sometimes, If I notice I am close to 10,000- I insist on walking to hit the 10,000 steps, just to get the party my wrist throws and to login to fitbit and see the happy faces light up. Yes, I now work for the internet equivalent stickers. No shame.
I'm still learning to control my eating. It is still better than it has been. I have a love/dislike relationship with my husband's schedule. On one hand, when he gets off work at 7, I have time to prep dinner, workout, get a shower, and actually make dinner. On the other hand, I'm crazy hungry the whole time. I eat lunch at noon and get off work at 5. I have to figure out a way to balance my snacks to keep me full until he gets home. I have been snacking on fruit and veggies, but it still adds up and half the time I overdo it and am not actually hungry for dinner. Any main dinner components are in danger too. I had to mentally slap my hand away from the parmesan I was shredding last night. cheese traps....I'm sure it will all balance out.
Last night we went to pick up a craigslist deal for him- across the street from the best McDonalds in town. I didn't get anything, but it wasn't for lack of want. At least it was better than my usual craving. The cravings are getting better.
Checking in makes me accountable. I like to feel responsible to someone-otherwise I just go crazy. Maybe one day I can be responsible to me in the food department.
Fresh fruit- baked or raw, with a tiny bit of real whipped cream seems to be a great substitute for ice cream or cake right now. I figure small steps, eventually I can phase out the whipped cream. Last night I baked peaches with some cinnamon. They were delicious. It also keeps my husband out of the ice cream. He doesn't know it, but I'm doing this as much for him as for me. I love him so much. Last year his birth mother called his adoptive mom for the first time that we are aware of, ever, to let her know his birth dad had died at 49 from a heart attack. I think that makes it time for more veggies and fruit, less cheese and stuff.
That's all I've got for today.