Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Day #5
Just finished working the "power house" with the lovely Ana Caban. The whole time, I kept thinking about how much I'd rather be plowing through a bag of peanut M&Ms and watching HGTV than listening to her remind me to keep "my shoulders away from my ears" and "my tummy muscles tight." Yeah, okay, Ana. You give birth to a 9lb, 6oz, 23" long baby, and we'll see how tight your tummy muscles stay. Good luck with that. Then I logged onto my laptop to find messages from Eileen and Brit. They're all chatty and happy and staying under their points and life is just wonderful and isn't this fun. No. It isn't. Because I'm hungry. Seems like the only change Brit needed to make was to switch to Bud LIGHT when she goes out with the girls. Suddenly the weight's just falling off. Youth. I got no time for it. Eileen blathered on about how she got all this wonderful stuff at the grocery store so she can stick with the plan and that she bought some of those mini ice cream sandwiches for when she was craving something sweet. Craving something sweet? Like that's not every waking minute of every day for me. And by the way, sister (-in-law), I bought those same WW ice cream sandwiches today, too. And there's a reason they're only 2 points. The only craving they satisfy is the desire for a good laugh when you open the box and see how tiny they are.
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I know everyone's got an opinion, Linda, and here's mine.
ReplyDeleteLast time I had guinness it was like I drank a loaf of bread. It sat like an iron ball in my stomach, dehydrating me and bloating the shit out of it for two days, and lingering for a third.
I've found that it's really hard to deny anything in the world that I really like, or really want, but there's a way: change the subject, because the craving will pass--either with the cookie in your stomach, or with the cookie in the cabinet.
Then I have a backup plan. I try to widen the variety tastes I consume--out of sweet, sour, bitter, salty, pungent, I always want to go back and forth with salty and sweet. So I drink some black coffee, I mean some real black fucking coffee, lady, or plain tea or something, usually dark. I have a theory that when I taste bitter, cravings for salty and sweet get subdued a bit because as a species we learned that many bitter plants were poisonous. Or something? It works for me, anyway. Couldn't hurt to try.
Oh: I also drink lots of water, as in cup after cup after cup, until my stomach hurts. If I eat with all that water in me, I get full really fast.
Another technique I've tried is to kind of sit and "be OK" with being hungry, or feeling emotionally dissatisfied. If I do this exercize, it's ok to indulge after. The idea is that if I'm eating emotions, I'll at least do myself the service of feeling the emotions before I eat them. This is sort of like a longer term technique, though, the idea being that with the acnowledgement of the emotion comes an eventual ceasing of a need to eat it away.
Not that I know why you like McDonalds, but that's why I do. Hell, that's why I love drugs, booze and sex, too. Well, it's "a" reason.