I was thinking yesterday that dieting/weight loss/food&body sanity are almost a hobby for me. I have an ‘expert layperson’s’ interest in the process, the changing research and the social climate around these subjects.
I thought I knew a lot, so have been surprised by a couple of things on this blood sugar diet. First, I’m able to exercise and feel good on very few calories. I don’t recall this before. I’m not sure if it’s the uber healthy make-up of the diet, my different stage of life, or just that I was talking myself out of exercising during previous attempts at lower calorie dieting.
I’m also surprised that I don’t crave alcohol. It’s hard to explain but, essentially, when I think about a drink, I don’t get that buzz of anticipation. I know that sounds like an alcoholic speaking but this change in diet has made a huge difference. Very interesting. (I’ve had less than 3 units of alcohol in 2 weeks. My liver is overwhelmed with gratitude.)
Finally, and this is more my age than the diet, I think I will have to weigh less than at previous ages to achieve the same size – or at least it seems that the scale is ahead of the measuring tape this time when it’s usually been the other way around. Of course, that may be my own body image perception problem and not a problem rooted in fact.
Here are a few old posts around the subject of body image and size perception.
I Feel Fat
I Blame Lycra
No exercise today. I’ve got a skin condition that flares with sweat. Not nice, but sometimes (like yesterday) I just need to run for my mental health, so I suck it up, itch, then do nothing the next day except stay cool and love my skin.
Funnily, “doing nothing” included walking a mile to drop something off at a friend’s house. In our post-car life, a casual mile walk doesn’t count as exercise, but at least that’s 70 calories I wouldn’t otherwise have burned.
Anything else of note on Day 3? I’m not particularly hungry, but I will be by supper time. Yesterday I asked the partner to come and shred the poached chicken because I knew I’d eat half of it before it got near a salad. I was happy to make the dressing.
Salad Dressing. I can’t believe I spent more than 20 years of my adult life buying salad dressing and being intimidated by people who made their own. I’m the perfect example of someone raised in the convenience food 60s and 70s by a working mother who hated to cook even when she did have the time. I was in my twenties before I realised spaghetti didn’t have to come out of can and in my forties before I worked out that olive oil, balsamic vinegar and some grainy mustard make poached chicken salad delicious and healthily filling.
What other things would I never have thought about before? Spices. Besides chili powder and cinnamon I didn’t really have spices. Well, I had them but I never ran out of them. Now I buy cumin in bags and go through them frequently. Chili flakes, fresh basil on the window sill, all sorts. Our spice cupboard is bursting.
Must clarify that I still hate cooking and have passed most of it on to the more responsible adult in the house. He likes cooking; I like eating. It works.
I thought I was going to talk about weiging today, but I found an old post about ‘Scale insanity’ which still says it all for me.
Been reading many threads of the BSD website forum.
As always, I find myself being inspired, informed, wary, afraid and downright judgemental. (Forgive me)
It also made me reflect on how all my work, research and reflection on the weight loss process has changed my habits and thus, to a certain degree, my life.
For instance – junk food. I know without any doubt whatsoever that anyone who loves junk food and wants to lose weight needs to get all that junk food out of the house. Seriously – nothing tempting in the cupboards during the weight loss phase and maybe even forever. It sounds so harsh but it’s very much cruel to be kind advice.
Your partner likes chocolate? I tell mine to go buy all the chocolate he’s craving and eat it on the way home from the store.
Kids like crisps (potato chips)? Limit them to weekends only – everything eaten and out of the house by Sunday suppertime. They shouldn’t be eating them every day anyway. If they’re old enough to buy their own, apply the partner’s chocolate rule.
I wasn’t expecting to rant, but CHANGE requires CHANGE. I’m largely shouting that to myself. For me it’s alcohol. Even then, I wanted to type ‘wine’ as though a gin and tonic would be ok today if I really wanted it.
I won’t make promises for the future, but during these first two weeks alcohol isn’t going to be in my life. My choice is have a drink or lose weight.
For two weeks.
If I can’t achieve that then I have a bigger problem than a spare tire around my middle.
Here’s an alcohol related post from the archives: Alcohol and the Middle Aged Woman