...I must be a disatisfying, unappetizing mess of garden-fresh bitterness sandwiched between two slices of whole-grain cardboard. Wow. Sounds hot. That should get me some dates. Blah. I don't like dates, either.
It's been a hectic week, alternating between the clinic and home with two sick teens. I thought they were crabby with each other when they are healthy but apparently they don't get really crabby with each other until they are sick. At the same time. Joy.
I just finished working out with Steve and over the past couple of days the trainers have been talking more and more to me about what I've been eating. I think the time has come to do something I really have never been keen on doing; counting calories. I hate those words. That concept. That task. It's a round-the-clock exercise in pain management (mostly because if I'm eating to lose body fat, and doing it really well, my body protests by reminding me that I'm hungry all the time). Where do those lunatics on infomercials get off, telling me that this can be done and "never feel hungry"?!
So, it begins. Much more careful monitoring of what I'm eating and when I'm eating it. I will not, however, be subjected to the use of the torture device known as a "food journal". I just won't. I hate those things. I was eleven the first time my mother put me in Weight Watchers and I was forced to use one. I just resent it now.
I'm already bitter about having to babysit my Genetic Predisposition, my Emotional Cravings and my Lack of Discipline. They are the most unruly, misbehaved brats you'd ever want to meet. I'm not writing down every morsel of food I put in my mouth, too.
I will, however, be discussing food here more often. Things that are working for me, things that aren't. I'll pass along a few recipes of meals and dishes I don't mind eating. Feel free to contribute your favorites in the comments section, especially if it tastes marginally better than potting soil.
I will also be eating more whole foods again. It worked well for me before so I'll be discussing that as well. I sincerely hope you enjoy your weekend and thanks for following and clicking on the ads. (Click on the ads, darn it!)
I don't remember you being over weight in school that you'd have needed to go to Weight Watchers.
ReplyDeleteYour blog post title reminded me of the following poem by Victor Buono. Victor played the part of King Tut in the 1960's Batman series and Count Carlos Mario Vincenzo Robespierre Manzeppi in the original Wild Wild West TV series.
A Diet Prayer
Lord, My soul is ripped with riot
incited by my wicked diet.
"We Are What We Eat," said a wise old man!
and, Lord, if that's true, I'm a garbage can.
I want to rise on Judgment Day, that's plain!
but at my present weight, I'll need a crane.
So grant me strength, that I may not fall
into the clutches of cholesterol.
May my flesh with carrot-curls be sated,
that my soul may be poly unsaturated
And show me the light, that I may bear witness
to the President's Council on Physical Fitness.
And at oleomargarine I'll never mutter,
for the road to Hell is spread with butter.
And cream is cursed; and cake is awful;
and Satan is hiding in every waffle.
Mephistopheles lurks in provolone;
the Devil is in each slice of baloney,
Beelzebub is a chocolate drop,
and Lucifer is a lollipop.
Give me this day my daily slice
but, cut it thin and toast it twice.
I beg upon my dimpled knees,
deliver me from jujubees.
And when my days of trial are done,
and my war with malted milk is won,
Let me stand with Heavenly throng,
In a shining robe--size 30 long.
I can do it Lord, If You'll show to me,
the virtues of lettuce and celery.
If You'll teach me the evil of mayonnaise,
of pasta a la Milannaise
potatoes a la Lyonnaise
and crisp-fried chicken from the South.
Lord, if you love me, shut my mouth.
--
Author: Victor Buono , who appeared in "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane".
Lon.. thanks for the interesting poem :) Last week was insanely crazy for me. If we are what we eat.. then I'm peanut butter m&m's. Finding that I eat junk food when I'm stressed.
ReplyDeletePamela do you have a tip for me so that I might grab something healthy instead?
I find that stress triggers the need in me to grab something comforting. I don't find grapefruit comforting. The thing that usually helps me is awareness. When I know I am eating as a reaction to stress I'm sometimes able to talk myself down off of that ledge. I wish I could be more helpful but this is a trap that snares me often.
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