My Bowl & Standered Bowl
I started truly looking into my eating habits in March 2010. With the help of my fellow bitches (www.bitchyourselfthin.com) I saw that I like to sample while I cook, among other things. Looking and looking I came to some old information.
1) Our stomach are the size of our fists. 2 the amount of food to reasonable put into this is the amount your cupped hands make.
I had already reduced the amount I was eating by Savoring my food. Taking the time to feel the texture as I enjoyed the taste. I had also started using smaller plates so the amount I was eating did not look pathetic. After all I am in America where a single size serving for a steak is 12oz, and my size is around 2oz.
The thing is I eat a lot of rice and pasta dishes. I now also eat a lot of grain based dishes, and I don’t want to chase this around the plate, so I use bowls. Well have you looked at the size of bowls these days?
The average “soup” bowl is 2 cups of food. And tho my hand are not small I looking a 1 ½ cups. So I went on a bowl hunt. This sounds more interesting that it was. At my local farmers market there is often vendors as well. And often pottery vendors. So I started holding bowls between my hand looking for a good fit. And I found one. And only one so far.
Well I found another but it was pricey. I walked away figuring if it was there at the end of the day I was meant to have it. It was not.
So here I am with my one bowl and guess what? No, I did not break it. But for some reason my hubby has bonded with it. As ofter as not he has used it and it’s in the sink. Sure its a cute bowl and a lovely hand warming size, but I’m really surprised how often he goes for it. So… I am still keeping my eye peeled for slimier bowls so we can have more than one in the house. *:)
Thursday. Down .2 pounds.
I’m out in the real world today being a hair Dresser. The only possible issue is Rudy’s Doughnuts, literally 4 doors down. The chocolate old fashioned calls to me during any pause in my work. There are other options, plain old fashioned, cake crumb…
I am going to not have a doughnut today. I do not want to just transfer the calories I ate as chocolate into calories I eat as simple carbs. So I am bringing fruit snacks and lunch.
Success, no doughnut or superfluous carbs.
Friday. Down .2 pounds.
Friday fun day. I teach yoga, then hoop class, then yoga again. I’m bringing extra smoothie (orange banana & yogurt) with me as a snack. I’ll have french toast for lunch. I often have french toast for lunch, so not superfluous.
Later this day: I had a slice of coffee cake with Andrea before we hooped.
Jeff and I had Minestrone soup for dinner.
Now this is starting to look like a food log. And in fact I have not been craving chocolate. So I already see that it is a monkey mind habit and not a physical addition. Well it is only 3 days.
Saturday down .4 pounds
Obviously chocolate every day is one of the thing that keep me from my goal weight. I had quite a lot of salami and cheese yesterday and I am still down in weight. Lesson to me; The sugar and fat combo is not a healthy one. Duh!
I have been slowly loosing weight, but top out at ½ a pound a week. Doing the math I could hit 1 pound down this week. So it look like chocolate will become a weekly treat, because a daily treat that just pads me is not needed in my life.
This years first poppy
My good friend AS has suggested give up something for lent. She was raised Catholic, but is not a practitioner. Since we both have daily habits that are not the most healthy we are giving it a go.
For me it’s chocolate/candy. I don’t eat much candy that is not covered or covering chocolate, but I don’t want to just swap out chocolate for some other sugar treat. I have always had a “sweet tooth”, and if my consumption is not every day it’s 6 out of 7. I’m in the middle of a Thin Mints fest right now. So…
I already have gone through some anxiety about this venture. I do know rationally that I can say “screw it” and eat all the chocolate I want, since I know falling off this wagon wont send me to hell. But this is about seeing that I can stop eating chocolate. That I can. That I have control, not my brain. Not the voice in my head that makes suggestions all day long. And the anxiety is kinda funny since I have in the bast given up more challenging substances, like tobacco for one. Still, there is the rebellious teenager inside me that can rear her ugly head when I least expect it. Plus that voice that always suggesting.
My game plan includes:
Teeth brushing, a strategy I used when I quit smoking. It will keep my hands busy for a minute. And I like to keep that fresh brushed feeling.
Water, warm water actually. I find the warm comforting and the water will keep my stomach content.
Activity. In my car it will be belting out what ever song is on the radio. At work I will march in place. Elsewhere I will hoop or march in place. (This my help me drop a pound or two too.)
The active portion is so I don’t let me think “If I had some chocolate I would have more energy from the caffeine.”
So from March 9th till April 17th I will use these tools. So I can see that though I love chocolate, I can live without it.
Tissue play - nothing to do with chocolate *:)