Posts tagged diet
Posts tagged diet
Apples with goat cheese is ok, but red peppers with goat cheese is freaking amazing. It SO satisfied my sweet and salty craving today. Also dark cocoa almonds are a gift from the heavens. I ate about an eighth of a watermelon tonight and I have only one regret - that I have gone so long without it in my life. Dessert? Who needs dessert? I want a giant bowl of watermelon and rhubarb and I don’t even need a fork.
Now that I’m finally able to do crazy bananas likeplan aheadandactuallyexecutesaid plans, life is a lot easier. And my recipe invention mojo is back with a vengeance. Last week, when I realized I was going to be working early a few days and I’d need a filling, high-energy, low-GI breakfast, I made these sort of mini frittatas in green pepper cups. I put extras for later in the freezer and I just move them to the fridge the day before so they thaw, then pop them in the microwave for less than a minute. They are a pretty fantastic breakfast if I do say so myself, and they pack a big nutritional punch without a lot of calories or money. I think I worked it out that they’re like $1.65 to make one, and they are really easy to batch out for a week at once. And they’re less than 250 calories.
Tomorrow I go into work late instead of early so I’m making a bunch of tamales (another great make-now-eat-all-week nutritional powerhouse.) I fell in love with pork tamales in Honduras, but I’ll be making lean beef tamales and black bean-sweet potato tamales. I like them spicy, so tonight I made a cooling salad to go with them that’s kind of a quick-pickled hybrid of salad, relish, and slaw. It’s shredded Napa cabbage with grated radish, carrot, and zucchini, and it’s soaking in vinegar seasoned with salt, sugar, garlic powder and oregano. When I eat it I’m going to toss some fresh chopped tomato on top and just OMNOMNOMNOM. While I’m at it, who wants me to post some recipes?
And I’m noticing patterns really, really clearly. Like how if I’ve been at work for a few hours and I’m thirsty and my blood sugar is low, I want sweet and salty and caffeinated. Such as the unfortunate combo of a Starbucks doubleshot and a bag of “fully-loaded baked potato” chips for a combined total of nearly 700 calories. Or how after dinner I always crave something sweet, and I don’t seem to care if it’s pie or ice cream or handfuls of M&Ms.
So I’m trying to plan accordingly. For tomorrow at work, I’m packing a thermos of green tea for my hit of caffeine, and a sliced apple with goat cheese for my sweet n’ salty fix. And I’m going to pick up a variety of fruit to see what satisfies my dessert-obsessed sweet tooth best: pineapple, watermelon, oranges, or sweet Meyer lemons. If that doesn’t work, I’m thinking super-dark chocolate.
It feels so good to be able to make these observations and choices again. I’m fighting the temptation to take on everything at once, though. I want to do ambitious things like do a 30-day sugar detox and work out every day alternating strength and cardio and cut my calories down so I can lose 2+ pounds a week. But I know that way lies burnout, injury, and disappointment. For now, I’m focusing on taking this journey one step at a time, enjoying the process, and just generally appreciating myself for how far I’ve come already. Right now, that feels way better than “skinny” ever could.
Not that slice of cake, nor that ice cream, nor that cookie, nor that pasta, nor those potatoes or rice, nor that steak. Nothing.
I love this too because for me (and probably a lot of other people) if you’re going to be able to sustain a lifestyle of healthy eating, I can’t completely cut out “bad” foods. Balance and moderation is key :)
Food is fuel. No food is bad, only the way you may relate to it.
A striking example of women’s magazines tweaking the meaning of messages. To summarize, Size-18 body acceptance figure, Jess Weiner, sets out to lose weight after a trip to the doctor after several years revealed she had pre-pre-diabetes.
Glamour titled the original article “Loving my Body Almost Killed Me.” The problem with it is that the automatic (and unnecessary) jump is made from “loving” and accepting your body automatically leads to one being overweight.
Doesn’t that, transitively, imply that not being overweight requires you to hate your body? To be waging a constant war on it? Pssht.
The Jezebel interview linked here has some further explanation by Jess Weiner on how she felt about the article. The Glamour article claims that Jess Weiner, who has lost 25 lbs and is back into the healthy range in her labs, is set to lose another 30 pounds. At 225, she is still overweight, but as Jezebel points out, there is no evidence to say that, compared to a thin person with the same labs, she’s at any higher of a risk for diseases simply because of her weight: The idea of healthy at any size. And, it’s not that Weiner would be at an unhealthy weight if she lost 30 lbs, it’s just that the magazine’s fixation on the idea that she SHOULD be even though Weiner herself said that number was a moving target.
Mostly, it’s frustrating to see the idea of “body acceptance” being automatically linked to unhealthiness. It shouldn’t be code for fat.
When do we get to the part where focusing on the actions that maintain health (generally balanced diet and exercise) and accept what bodies result (psst. they’re nice)?!
Body acceptance for me is rejecting the whole concept. You don’t become healthy by dieting. Healthy is as healthy does. Eat a lot of veggies. Move around. Stop reading Glamour.
I’m thinking of starting another Tumblr - one just for body-positive inspiration. I see so much about “thinspo” and sometimes even fitspo that endorses only one body type, and not always one that’s realistic even for the people who can do that.
You know what I’d like? I’d like “bopo” to be a thing: Body positive inspiration that celebrates all the different healthy, beautiful body shapes out there. Sure, big boobs are nice, but so are small boobs and medium sized boobs and even women who have had mastectomies are still gorgeous. I find Beyonce beautiful and inspiring because she is essentially an athlete, and she makes healthy hot again in a sea of underfed starlets. But I also find Amber Riley beautiful and inspiring because of her absolute confidence in herself and her talent. (Did you SEE that spread she did for Essence?)
That’s body-positive. It’s love, it’s respect, it’s kindness for every body, including the body you have today. I want to remind myself and everyone else - even if nobody ever loses another pound again, we are all beautiful.
For me, eating right means giving my body the high-quality fuel it needs to do what I ask of it. That means lots of fruits and veggies for nutrients, quality grains and starches for energy, lean protein to care for my muscles and keep me full, and smart fats to keep my organs functioning. You only get one body, so love and respect it!
It sounds silly, but I don’t bring cash to work. It’s how I ward off temptation and stick to my planned lunches. If I did have cash on hand, I would probably be going in on the fast food lunches the rest of my office enjoys. Without it, I save myself from Subway, Starbucks, the local pizza joints, and Dunkin Donuts.
My church had a potluck dinner before Ash Wednesday services, and even though I tried to be responsible, it was still a much bigger meal than my tummy is used to. I enjoyed the food immensely, and the company as well, so I have decided that I will not let myself feel guilty. What’s the point? I had a bad day basically up until I got to church. I’m not going to spoil the best part of my day.
But I don’t like the stuffed feeling I was having. I gave it some time to get down, and then did this workout, much of which is from the December 2009 issue of Women’s Health:
That is one set. Do three. Then top it off with:
I’ll be honest, this workout kicked my butt, in the best way. I love the way my body feels when I put it through its paces. So now I feel even better about my choices for today: I indulged, but in a positive way, and I balanced my indulgence with some fun, challenging physical activity.
I usually wake up at six. Today it was absolutely imperative that I wake up at six because I had to go to a breakfast meeting at seven. I set my alarm clock for six and put it just out of reach so I couldn’t hit the snooze.
The next thing I knew, my dad was yelling “Anne, aren’t you supposed to be awake?” At six. fifty. eight. With my still set but mysteriously silent alarm clock taunting me from just out of reach.
It’s mornings like this I am so glad I work out after work, because I was all showered and ready to pull on clothes while brushing my teeth and muttering “Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap.” Since I was already late I figured there was no harm in putting together my gym bag and grabbing some fruit for later.
This meeting was supposed to be a breakfast meeting, but because I got there late it was a “sit down in the only available seat all the way at the front of the room and stare longingly at the buffet that it would be rude to go to while everyone else eats” meeting. The outcome was good. The experience was torture.
When I left the meeting for work I figured “There’s a McDonald’s just up the street. I’ll go buy a bacon-egg-and-cheese sandwich.” For reference, already dead Lent pledges aside, the bacon, egg and cheese McMuffin is not nutritionally terrible. It’s high in protein, low GI, and 360 calories. By comparison, the oatmeal is only 290 calories but has 32 grams of sugar. That’s how much sugar is in the small caramel cappuccino.
By the time I have that in the car I am so hungry, so I pull it out and unwrap it… and find that they’ve decided that a sausage patty is the same thing as bacon. No, disgruntled McDonald’s employee, no it is not. That sausage patty is 210 calories on its own. The bacon is about 60. I just pulled the patty off and had just the egg and cheese. Still ok. But man, I was not happy. So, anyway, now I’m at work, with only half a lunch, braced for whatever today’s going to throw at me next. Good grief.
I was raised Presbyterian, so my family is not so big on the Fat Tuesday traditions - but that said, I work literally around the corner from a firehouse whose fundraiser donuts were an essential part of my childhood, and they are selling them just for today. Am I going to get some? Of course. Some things I’ve learned about indulgence: