Here’a a little after Thanksgiving humor. For me, after a couple of days of eating stuffing – the best I’ve ever made, mashed potatoes and candied yams, I didn’t gain a pound :fistpump:! No turkey because I eat plenty of turkey.
Getting out of my zone
I’m entering all of my food intake into a spreadsheet. This isn’t a problem. I also started using myfitnesspal.com and that is a problem.
myfitnesspal has suggested nutrition and fitness goals. This is fine – in fact it’s pretty much in line with what I try to meet every day.
Except I’m not perfect. And I really *need* to remember that pasta is high in carbs because this is how I screwed myself the other day. I was starving at dinner so I cooked up some brussel sprouts, measured out a cup of cooked pasta and threw it in with the brussel sprouts, thinking oh pasta’s ok (hunger talking, lol) and sat down and ate it.
When I entered everything into my spreadsheet, oops. Entered into fitnesspal, double oops. Eating that pasta killed me and the night wasn’t over.
I’m really not prepared for a low carb diet. No meat was thawed or cooked, no beans, and here I am later in the evening hungry again.
According to my spreadsheet, I’m done for the day. Oh no. I’m hungry.
I don’t usually have too much of a problem keeping it at my goal. I try to shoot for 1500 calories a day, keep my fat count down, carbs down and protein up.
I send a desperate text to my son: bring food. Low carb. He’s like what kind?
Food. Low carb. Low fat. No sugar, I text back in my best Hulk voice. Turkey. Tomatoes. Smash.
So this is what he brings. Unfortunately, according to my fitnesspal, a tomato has 23 carbs. As in grams. Again, I didn’t look before eating. I thought a tomato would be lower in carbs than say, a slice of bread.
It occurs to me this morning that I really am a slave to my habits. Even if myfitnesspal is wrong on the tomato carb count. If I’m on a low fat diet, a tomato is fine for a snack. So is the turkey, although I would have opted for more vegetables without even thinking about it.
I hate having to get out of my zone, lol.
White Bread Epiphany
I had an epiphany earlier today.
I noticed this morning when going to the doctor that I felt bloated. I got on the scale, I weigh the same but I just feel fat and uncomfortable. Couldn’t figure out why, haven’t changed anything.
Just generally icky. Thought about the diet. Haven’t changed anything.
Then it dawned on me. There is white bread in the house instead of whole wheat. I love white bread. But we buy whole grain or multigrain and have for years.
The white bread was a glorious accident. Love the stuff and tend to go overboard on it.
This is what’s bloating me. Dang. Oh well. Live, learn and drink water, I guess.
So there you have my epiphany for the day.
Dieting and the holidays
This time of year is a bad time of year for dieting for me. It’s not that I don’t want to diet. If it were left up to me, we would eat normally – ie diet – and nothing special on the holidays.
How are you affected by the holidays and dieting?
It starts on Oct 31. It doesn’t stop until Thanksgiving.
From Oct 31 to Thanksgiving, it’s a once a week thing. Every single week there is something to celebrate. 2 birthdays – one of which is mine. I get a break between Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I pigged out on Halloween candy. I’ve held out since April with no junk food. A record! Here’s a hint: just cut to the chase. Get Hersheys Milk Chocolate. They’ll fill you up and you’ll feel sick quicker than you will eating say mini Milky Ways and Three Musketeers. Those danged things are wannabes, lol.
I didn’t want a cake for my birthday, but ended up with one anyway. I was happy with having a piece of cake from the birthday a week before mine. It was a giant red velvet cake. I ate one piece and pretty much threw the rest away. Am I crazy? Yes. But it’s necessary for me to stick to my diet.
Christmas Eve we ended up with pizza. I’m not beating myself up over it – it was good and I haven’t had pizza in a while. I also didn’t feel like cooking. Christmas day I ate enough peanut butter cups to last 2015. I ate mashed potatoes and a couple of pieces of beef. The potatoes were unusually good this year. I ate what I was in the mood for.
I’ve had an odd craving for Ritz crackers and didn’t get those. I suspect this craving will go away when the Ritz commercials slow down some.
The day after Christmas, I ate chicken soup and pole beans. Why pole beans? I didn’t want to waste them on a pig out day. I cook them on Christmas day, no one else likes them – why I don’t know but that’s ok, more for me! The chicken soup and pole beans are low fat and will be easy on my tummy after the last couple of days and boy can I feel it.
New Year’s is up in the air. If I don’t mention it, there won’t be anything special in the way of food. I will cook a Boston Butt which was bought by accident for Christmas (which would have been fine by me.) I will also make something with black-eyed peas in it – maybe Hoppin John. No one else likes black-eyed peas – I’m in a house full of picky eaters, lmao.
Here’s a little history behind eating black-eyed peas at New Years: New Years Luck
I’m looking forward to starting the New Year. No resolutions, but I do plan on changing my workout from the 12 Minute Workout to the Fat Burning Workout. I would also like to step up aerobics a bit, but I’m supposed to stay in bed as much as I can. Don’t ask me how that is working out for me…
In cruising various dieters blogs – the people who are keeping track anyway, I notice calorie counts are low.
Too low. I could never live on 1200 calories a day. The lowest calorie intake I can handle is 1500, and this varies hugely, Generally between 1500 and 2500 calories a day, and keeping the fat down to 20%. (this may change. I’m older now, and the last time I dieted, I kept the fat calories down too low, at 15%, and my gallbladder pitched a fit. Wound up in the ER over it).
I allow the variation because my routine changes. One day I could be running around like an idiot, and thus be hungrier and need the fuel. I don’t believe in depriving myself. And when I’m PMS’d, forget it. PMS time is danger time: if I’m gonna blow it, this is when I’ll blow it.
And some days, I’m simply hungrier than others.