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Making Healthy Choices

standard May 10, 2011 Leave a response

Until our world imploded a month ago I was doing really well with my eating. I had stopped eating candy like it was one of the recommended food groups, had really gotten into the habit of eating more fruits and vegetables, and I’d even managed to lose almost ten pounds.

Then I fell off the healthy eating bandwagon hard. One hospital cafeteria meal here, one vending machine snack there, and suddenly I was back to the candy popping, veggie ignoring habits I’d worked so hard to shake.

And the scale was none too pleased with me either.

This past week, after scarfing down a donut, I realized that while I was turning to food as a comfort mechanism it wasn’t really comforting me. Well, at least not beyond two or three delectable seconds.

Actually, watching the scale creep up again was depressing me even more. And to make matters worse, my atrocious diet was written all over my face in nasty little pimples women my age should never get.

“But I’m miserable. I should get to eat whatever I want,” my mind (or maybe Egmos) argued, and for weeks I listened.  

I think I’m done.

This morning I ordered my regular coffee and resisted the urge to get a treat to go with it. Instead I ate a banana. For lunch, I skipped the food truck and microwaved a Healthy Choice Steamer. And this afternoon, I steered clear of the free vending machines at work and snacked on carrots and snap peas.

I’m not going to lie to you, my lunch didn’t quite have the same punch as my favorite take out Thai, but the Sweet Sesame Chicken was actually quite tasty and was cheaper than my usual meal. Plus, it was surprisingly filling!

I’m not quite ready to jump back fully on the Weight Watcher bandwagon, but I’m hoping that with a few tweaks here and there I can reverse the trend once again. Between conference season starting in a month for me, and bathing suit season starting long before even then, there’s no shortage of motivation. Plus, Little L keeps patting my belly and wistfully sighing “baaaabeeee.” Not quite ideal and even quite motivating.

Healthy choices here I come. You with me?

This post was sponsored by Healthy Choice, whose meals, with their nearly 70 varieties for fewer than 400 calories, are definitely going to play a huge part on my journey to healthier eating. A study they just conducted shows that incorporating a ready-to-eat, pre-portioned healthy option, such as Healthy Choice, is a simple way to be more health conscious, lose weight and improve quality of life. It’s definitely a better choice than heading to the drive-thru or the food truck! Aside from those last facts, pulled from a study conducted by Healthy Choice and ConAgra Foods, the thoughts and stories contained in this post are mine and mine alone. Except for that bit about the baby in the belly. That’s all Little L’s wishful thinking.

30 days later, barely 4lbs lighter.

standard May 26, 2009 6 responses

I did it. I stuck it out. Except I didn’t really.

Wait. Wait. Hear me out!

I did watch my diet and exercise for 30 days. It’s just that I didn’t exactly follow the prescribed plan for the full 30 days. I started out strong, and for two weeks I kept at it like a dog with a bone. I mean, I ate every single little thing that was on the menu plans and not a scrap more, and I did every single exercise routine I was assigned, and yes, even a little more. After two weeks I had lost three pounds, regained two, and I was going insane.

I’m very, very anal when it comes to dieting/lifestyle changing. Tell me what to do and I will do it to the letter, even if it kills me. But I like flexibility. Or rather I need flexibility, because my life is terribly unpredictable. If a friend calls me at the last minute to beg me to come have lunch with her it’s going to kill me that my carefully measured English Muffin and two tbsp of peanut butter with a side salad is waiting for me at home. And if my kids are out of control one morning and I can’t scramble my three egg whites and sprinkle them with cheese before running out the door I’m going to be pretty unhappy.

So after two weeks of making myself and my family miserable I realized that I needed to step back and reassess the situation. I can lose the weight and get back into shape if I follow a smart, healthy, flexible plan. Like, say, Weight Watchers, which fits perfectly into my need for flexibility and my craving for a plan that I can follow to the letter.

Two weeks ago I hauled out my Weight Watchers binder and journal, I calculated my daily points allotment, and I went grocery shopping for all the foods that I’d been missing. For the last two weeks I’ve been on track, eating well and exercising daily. I haven’t felt insane or trapped, and I know that I can do this for the long haul. Which is a good thing, because it’s taken me a month to lose just over 4lbs and I have another 11 or so to go.

I guess I can’t do anything for 30 days, but since I learned to listen to myself and do what’s right for me instead, I think can live with that.

I can do anything for 30 days

standard April 28, 2009 4 responses

Tonight I got kicked out of the kitchen by my family for being overly grumpy. Seriously. They took a vote and decided unanimously that I needed to go chill out in another room.


It’s not my fault I’m grumpy. It’s the chocolate’s fault. Or rather the lack of chocolate, and bread, and candy, and everything else. I’m grumpy because I hate feeling like I can’t eat whatever the heck I want. Nothing makes me crave food more than knowing I can’t have it.

On the flip side, nothing makes me feel better about myself than being able to control my urges and seeing the result on the scale. It’s shallow, I know, but there it is.

Today I started a new weight loss program. It’s a 30 day deal. 30 days of planned meals and scheduled exercise. 30 days. I can do 30 days without chocolate and without candy and without the freedom of being able to eat whatever pleases my fancy.

I knew day 1 would be hard. I’ve cut out sugar in the past. It’s like a drug for me. The first few days are hell, then it gets easier and easier to resist. I knew that I would be fine for the first 2/3rds of the day and that I’d get crabby and hungry just around the time I brought the kids home from daycare. I had a hunch that that was when my resolve would falter and I’d get grumpy at the thought of another healthy meal for dinner. I worried I wouldn’t get through the day without cheating.

What I didn’t take into account was my family, who, instead of letting me get grumpier and grumpier, sent me out of the room to chill out with a cup of tea and a handful of carrots. Ten minutes later I felt better, the hunger had passed and I was more relaxed and able to face the evening.

Now there are 29 days left on this new plan. 29 days. I can do 29 days. Can’t I?