My Dissatisfaction With Spaghetti
Monday, March 16, 2015
Geez, I can't believe it's been so long since I've had any thoughts to jot down and keep in mind regarding weight loss.
I'm down 3.8 pounds since February 20. That's nice. I'm being very, very strict with No S. I cheated at No S A LOT for AWHILE, and the dumb thing about that is that it's just like eating a lot all the time. You have to DO it for it to work.
I am doing better with it, because 1. EVERYTHING COUNTS. It COUNTS! If you sneak a sweet, it counts. If you don't track it, it doesn't matter. Your body still counts it. I'm not letting myself make a rule or justification to allow it to happen. IT COUNTS.
Also, because 2. I know that if I cheat at it once, it'll be easier to do it next time. ALSO, my tendency is to say once I've broken the rule, I might as well keep breaking it until tomorrow.
No S is so easy to follow, too. The whole idea is to have something that's easy to follow, but you have to follow it.
It's working well for me so far.
I still track my food, and it's amazing how easy it is to stay in-range when you're eating three meals a day and that's it. Snacking really does add the calories. It's obvious once you give them up!
I haven't even mentioned spaghetti yet. This is the reason I wrote. It was a realization I had about food. I'd mentioned before that spaghetti doesn't keep me full. I eat it vegetarian, because I only eat humane meat, and so most of what I eat is vegetarian because of cost. However, we found some very reasonably priced beef that meets my standards, and my husband made spaghetti with meat sauce for the first time in years.
It was still disappointing.
I ate it two or three times. Every time, I'd look at my empty bowl and think, well, that was depressing. It wasn't enjoyable. Even with meat! I'd also still be hungry again pretty quickly, in spite of the meat that I thought would give holding power.
One time, I thought it would be better if we turned it into a meal, like, with garlic bread and salad. It was a little better, but not much.
I guess spaghetti just isn't something that brings me joy. It's okay, but it's really good to know this. I actually really like that I noticed how it made me feel, and I was able to analyze it and come to a conclusion. I wouldn't mind doing this again, over and over.