Friday, February 25, 2011

Back on the path

After realizing that I'd back-slid (is that a word?) and gained back about 5 lbs, I got back into this and started controlling my portions better. A week of reasonable eating and I'm back just under 155 lbs. The constant discipline must be good for my immortal soul, as my mother would say, but it's more than a bit challenging. Every single day, finding the motivation to put away the snacks is hard. Relaxing those rules, as I did for weeks, was "easier" mentally but made me unhappy and I felt bad physically. So the effort really is worth the reward.
I read a study claiming that a 4-year old's ability to delay gratification is an excellent predictor of future educational, professional and social success. I need to learn some things from those kids! :)

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Up again

I'm back up to 157, same weight as 3 months ago.
Not happy!!

Monday, February 14, 2011

Emotional eating, processed foods

I've been keeping to my window for the last month or so but eating like there's no tomorrow. And -- no surprise -- always feeling uncomfortably full. Having a hard time limiting my eating though. It's all emotional. I'm on a long business trip with no scale and I'm looking forward to being home and able to weigh in again. It keeps me honest.

Changing the subject -- How is it that processed food tastes horrible at first, but better and better the more you eat it? I've had this experience with diet coke. I don't drink soda now but, during the long process of weaning myself off it, I remember drinking it after a week or two without it and noticing how horrible and chemical it tasted. Then, by the time I'd finished the bottle, I'd want another one.

Great story about depression, emotional eating and processed foods here at Slate.com. All three go together, at least for me.

"I started wondering if maybe those Snackwell cookies would taste better with a glass of milk. It didn't matter really. I wasn't going to have any more. Definitely not. I found myself in front of the fridge pouring a glass of milk. I lifted a cookie from the box and dipped it into the glass of milk. The chocolate coating resisted absorption. I bit into it and dipped again. This time the milk infused the dry innards and, yes, it was decidedly palatable. Each cookie tasted a little less terrible than the one before. I carried the box of cookies and the carton of milk back into the living room."

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

"You can’t love something that owns you."

Full article here.

“Food has now become a burden to us,” he said. “A lot of people don’t look forward to life anymore. They just look forward to food. People tell me, ‘But I love food.’ And I tell them, ‘You can’t love something that owns you.’ ”