Hubby found this great website about nutrition. Yes - I have read tons and tons and try to apply what I know to my lifestyle. However, I often become uncharacteristically ignorant (or enter a state of denial) when it comes to the reality of the food choices I make.
Of course I have changed my lifestyle for the better since losing all this weight. Of course I eat better than I used to. I get some kind of regular exercise everyday now. But still - sometimes I resort to eating crap; fast food, processed food or just plain junk.
This week Hubs and I quit the sausage and bagel breakfast routine for a bowl of All Bran (extra fiber!) and banana. It's not bad, but t'aint no Egg McMuffin. We've done this route before. I am a huge fan of Kashi cereals. I keep that and a regular supply of Granola on hand. But I won't lie - sometimes a plate of fat is just what I want.
Occassionally I want to eat fast food or some ice cream for dessert. Is that bad? I don't really think so. What I've really learned from all the diets I've been on and losing the weight and being forced into will-power by way of a surgeon is this:
Moderation is key.
Novel idea, hah? I think I have realized what food really does to me; good and bad. I have learned to really appreciate food (most of the time). I no longer really appreciate that Egg McMuffin, but I do certainly appreciate perfectly smoked salmon with homemade dill-cream cheese on toasted rye bread.
So I think we can all eat what we want, just in regular amounts. Another novel idea, right? I don't think anything food wise (or in life, for that matter) should be "off limits". We all know what too much of anything will do to us. Too much of anything will ruin our health, our lives, our familes, our kids. Believe me, I know.
I used to tie emotions to food. Sad? eat. Happy? Eat! Hurt yourself? Eat. Bored? Eat. Long day? Eat. Then the guilt. The guilt made me think that fatty food was bad in any amount. How about too many carbs? I have a friend that used to say I was feeding my son too many carbs. More guilt. And, um, friend - how can a toddler eat too many carbs?
Then there's the treats. In my circles, my friends call me The Pusher because I always show up to their house with something yummy and "sinful" (more guilt). I am so sweet to think of them, right? No - not really. I just want a damn donut and the guilt about the damn donut makes me bring a whole dozen to a friend's house and just "maybe have one". heh.
But still, I do need to be reminded once in awhile about what I am really allowing myself to have. I know that a couple scoops of Ben & Jerry's is okay. A whole pint is not. Anything with high fructose corn syrup just plain stinks and, fortunately or unfortunately, makes me sick.
Alright - so we'll continue the adventures in breakfast until we get bored again. In the meantime...crunch away!
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