Good Evening. My food list today consisted of skim milk, a few blueberries, raspberries, smart ones, spinach, cantelope, yogurt and kashi. Yes friends, I typed Kashi. I mean I knew it existed...8 grains, on a mission.. but Ive NEVER had it in my cart. Its the warm cinnamon something cereal, in cute little shapes and it actually tastes great. I could feel the bits of whole grain goodness as I chewed it up and I threw a few blueberies in to sweeten it up. I almost felt as though I needed to win a T-shirt or have my picture taken with a polaroid camera to be hung on the fat girl wall of victory. I also caught a couple episodes of Man v Food, hence this entry's title. That man is a beast. I dont know whether to start having a mini-crush on him, or to stop watching so his ratings go down, they cut the show, and therefore prevent the massive heart attack thats just a brewin'.
I haven't decided if watching that show is a smart idea or not as he was eating things that most of us eaters enjoy...ribs, corned beef, philly steak and cheese, and I sort of felt myself start wondering when the next time I will ever be able to enjoy a platter of fat such as Adam. I happen to accidentaly hit the down button or some random button on the remote and the show Worlds Fattest Man was on. It was right at like sponge bath time and I sat eyes afixed, mouth agape. The next mouthful of salad I took I almost gagged on. The quickly passing thought of something splurge-worthy was gone almost as fast as it came.
That being said.. my buddy Adams back on with his latest challenge and Im going to jump on the treadmill and watch him assault his mouth and tongue with a pepper so hot I didnt know even existed.
But in today's battle of Woman V Food.... Woman won.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Well hello there Detox...
Hi.
My name is Bre, and I'm addicted to the show Intervention. Its almost to the point where I actually need an intervention about me watching Intervention. And its only on from like midnight to 4am so some nights I find myself clipping coupons or sorting paperwork and I am glued to that show. If I analyze it enough, I can even find myself relating to them, not in a Black tar heroin kind of way but when I think about food. Food is my drug. Before this commitment, I abused food. When I was happy, I ate. When I was sad, I really ate. When I was with friends, we ate out, we had parties centered around food. When I was bored, I snacked out of boredom. Yep, that pretty much covers the waking hours of my day. Throw in there that I have 4 kids, 3 boys who potentially have a tape worm and are hungry constantly, coupled with my lack of willpower and viola: food to mouth to large ass. Although they might be able to snack all day and eat heartily at meal time, I don't run instead of walk the whole day, and am also not driving trucks, riding bikes or digging sand in the hopes of creating a castle masterpiece.
What is it about food that can grab such a hold on us? Do we lose sight of the actual joy of gatherings, and nights out with the girls, and hubby dates for what they really are? Can we not be raised up in a spiritual kind of way just on the fact that we are blessed with a great family, great friends and great times?
Food- here's your walking papers as you're not going to be the star anymore. Sad, isn't it, as you've been main stage for the last 10 years or so. Your arrogance and vanity is so evident as I drive down the street.. I see your huge flashing signs in the shape of M's, adored with piggy-tailed gingers and white-bearded old men. I admit, you tempt me still, but its fading. I understand now why you created drive-ups at your places of evil. What fat girl wants to horse her body inside to order those fries or that shake? Your drive-thru provides us anonymity, the privacy we crave as we order and drive away with your greasy bag of processed food- feeling shameful for what we have done, and usually not even enjoying what we've gotten.
Guess what food.... I drove past you the other day and went an extra 2 miles down the road because I knew there was a subway. That's right, a subway. Im surprised I even knew where it was. I knew I needed to have that quick fix my body craved so I parked my car very far from the door, waaaaalkkkeed all the way in, and ordered a sweet onion chicken teriyaki sub, no cheese on whole wheat for 6pts. Guess what? I STILL felt that same rush that I bet a drug abuser feels when they score a ten of Black. I then walked back out to the van, sipped my diet coke and proudly drove home to eat my score in public.
No dessert was needed as the taste of this victory was certainly sweet enough.
My name is Bre, and I'm addicted to the show Intervention. Its almost to the point where I actually need an intervention about me watching Intervention. And its only on from like midnight to 4am so some nights I find myself clipping coupons or sorting paperwork and I am glued to that show. If I analyze it enough, I can even find myself relating to them, not in a Black tar heroin kind of way but when I think about food. Food is my drug. Before this commitment, I abused food. When I was happy, I ate. When I was sad, I really ate. When I was with friends, we ate out, we had parties centered around food. When I was bored, I snacked out of boredom. Yep, that pretty much covers the waking hours of my day. Throw in there that I have 4 kids, 3 boys who potentially have a tape worm and are hungry constantly, coupled with my lack of willpower and viola: food to mouth to large ass. Although they might be able to snack all day and eat heartily at meal time, I don't run instead of walk the whole day, and am also not driving trucks, riding bikes or digging sand in the hopes of creating a castle masterpiece.
What is it about food that can grab such a hold on us? Do we lose sight of the actual joy of gatherings, and nights out with the girls, and hubby dates for what they really are? Can we not be raised up in a spiritual kind of way just on the fact that we are blessed with a great family, great friends and great times?
Food- here's your walking papers as you're not going to be the star anymore. Sad, isn't it, as you've been main stage for the last 10 years or so. Your arrogance and vanity is so evident as I drive down the street.. I see your huge flashing signs in the shape of M's, adored with piggy-tailed gingers and white-bearded old men. I admit, you tempt me still, but its fading. I understand now why you created drive-ups at your places of evil. What fat girl wants to horse her body inside to order those fries or that shake? Your drive-thru provides us anonymity, the privacy we crave as we order and drive away with your greasy bag of processed food- feeling shameful for what we have done, and usually not even enjoying what we've gotten.
Guess what food.... I drove past you the other day and went an extra 2 miles down the road because I knew there was a subway. That's right, a subway. Im surprised I even knew where it was. I knew I needed to have that quick fix my body craved so I parked my car very far from the door, waaaaalkkkeed all the way in, and ordered a sweet onion chicken teriyaki sub, no cheese on whole wheat for 6pts. Guess what? I STILL felt that same rush that I bet a drug abuser feels when they score a ten of Black. I then walked back out to the van, sipped my diet coke and proudly drove home to eat my score in public.
No dessert was needed as the taste of this victory was certainly sweet enough.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Hello Jello...also known as I dont think you're ready for this Jelly..
I cant tell you why every time I eat Jello that I'm cursed with the Destiny's Child song live streaming through my head. They don't think you're ready for their Jelly? Do I even have the lyrics right....or are they actually something way more coherent? I'm not sure I would EVER be ready for any kind of jelly they have up for grabs.
That being said, I can report today as another W in the win/loss column of this journey. I rounded out my day with a 60 calorie sugar free banana fudge jello cup thingy. For 60 calories let me tell you that it over exceeded my expectations. So I've found a replacement for banana creme pie. As an added bonus I can throw it in my purse with no messy clean-up.
Later this afternoon I hit Kohl's with my best bud and snatched up a pair of adorable grey New Balance with Pink trim. If I have to wear them I may as well love them. Considered buying the new easy tones or sketchers alien-like workout shoes but I'm not sure I'm sold on that whole gimmick. And walking with child on hip (or two) is complicated enough as it is and I don't need to be tripping while I'm holding my precious cargo.
Surprised myself and made a spinach, feta, tomato, dried cranberry salad today with raspberry walnut dressing. I don't always love baby spinach as it tends to taste furry to me, and lets be honest its spinach we're talking about here not a danish so there's that too. So like one of my kids who has been requested to taste a new dish mommy has cooked.. I took a small forkful and bit. Umm....it was amazing. Who knew you could grow it, cut it, wrap it, sell it at Kroger and that Id mix it all together, taste it, and that Id love it. 6 points total for a very large salad, I felt so high end with its greenery, dried fruit component and sexy feta. Even if I was eating it in yoga pants I wore to bed and a stretched out tank top.
Off to bed as tomorrow marks day 3 of our backpack trip across the web. You will see less of me, and my jelly, in the a.m..
That being said, I can report today as another W in the win/loss column of this journey. I rounded out my day with a 60 calorie sugar free banana fudge jello cup thingy. For 60 calories let me tell you that it over exceeded my expectations. So I've found a replacement for banana creme pie. As an added bonus I can throw it in my purse with no messy clean-up.
Later this afternoon I hit Kohl's with my best bud and snatched up a pair of adorable grey New Balance with Pink trim. If I have to wear them I may as well love them. Considered buying the new easy tones or sketchers alien-like workout shoes but I'm not sure I'm sold on that whole gimmick. And walking with child on hip (or two) is complicated enough as it is and I don't need to be tripping while I'm holding my precious cargo.
Surprised myself and made a spinach, feta, tomato, dried cranberry salad today with raspberry walnut dressing. I don't always love baby spinach as it tends to taste furry to me, and lets be honest its spinach we're talking about here not a danish so there's that too. So like one of my kids who has been requested to taste a new dish mommy has cooked.. I took a small forkful and bit. Umm....it was amazing. Who knew you could grow it, cut it, wrap it, sell it at Kroger and that Id mix it all together, taste it, and that Id love it. 6 points total for a very large salad, I felt so high end with its greenery, dried fruit component and sexy feta. Even if I was eating it in yoga pants I wore to bed and a stretched out tank top.
Off to bed as tomorrow marks day 3 of our backpack trip across the web. You will see less of me, and my jelly, in the a.m..
Day 2...the dark clouds are parting.
I woke up this morning and actually felt rested. Well, as rested as a mom of 4-3 who are habitual night time get uppers- has felt in a long time. After Rocco came in to our bed around 2 and woke the baby up I ended up taking her and finishing out the night in his twin bed. Surprisingly more comfortable than my pillow top- and I have to admit I enjoyed the matching Lighting McQueen sheet set. Along with my newly rested status, I actually had energy. WHAT?!? Energy in the morning? I refuse to acknowledge it. I zipped around and washed windows, cleaned up the random child clutter and made faux egg mcmuffins. We are a fat America arent we.. when we attach the prefix "Mc" to every English muffin+egg sandwich and chicken nugget be it homemade or from Tyson. I did have my first Mc shoot-down success tho as my babysitter was sweet enough to bring me a huge iced coffee from McD's. I put it straight in the fridge, but before I did, my good old brain started to rationalize it... Hmmm wonder how many points that is? What if I just drank half?
Thankfully my effort in making a tasty breakfast and the gross taste left in my mouth from the v8 made drinking that drink seem like not such a great idea. Its still there in the fridge tho-but as the ice melts it'll be less and less attractive to me as who likes watered down drinks. I like my caffeine straight-up.
Couple things I wanted to address this AM:
First off.. in the defense of my dear, sweet weinerdog, Noli, I want to explain the name of my blog. She was born with the sweetest warts, one on each side of her head and one under her chin. She has not contracted any supergross warts on any part of her doggy body. My Shepard has one too so Im assuming these are pretty standard. My mom tried to say that her weinerdog (aka my sister) does not have any warts but once I described them to her she had to concur. Although ugly and laden with long black pointy hair.. for some reason I look at everything about her with such love. Hence the inspiration for the name of this Blog.
Also wanted to thank everyone for the comments and messages :) You really have no idea how much it means to me and it is SO very much going to help me get through this commitment. I hope I make you all proud.
For dinner.. McChicken stir fry for the kids and I, Mc Ribs in the dutch oven for T.
Slowly but surely America and I will drop our obsession with McPrefixed food and embrace who it is we really were meant to be.
Thankfully my effort in making a tasty breakfast and the gross taste left in my mouth from the v8 made drinking that drink seem like not such a great idea. Its still there in the fridge tho-but as the ice melts it'll be less and less attractive to me as who likes watered down drinks. I like my caffeine straight-up.
Couple things I wanted to address this AM:
First off.. in the defense of my dear, sweet weinerdog, Noli, I want to explain the name of my blog. She was born with the sweetest warts, one on each side of her head and one under her chin. She has not contracted any supergross warts on any part of her doggy body. My Shepard has one too so Im assuming these are pretty standard. My mom tried to say that her weinerdog (aka my sister) does not have any warts but once I described them to her she had to concur. Although ugly and laden with long black pointy hair.. for some reason I look at everything about her with such love. Hence the inspiration for the name of this Blog.
Also wanted to thank everyone for the comments and messages :) You really have no idea how much it means to me and it is SO very much going to help me get through this commitment. I hope I make you all proud.
For dinner.. McChicken stir fry for the kids and I, Mc Ribs in the dutch oven for T.
Slowly but surely America and I will drop our obsession with McPrefixed food and embrace who it is we really were meant to be.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Day one.. not to shabby.
Well I made it through Day 1.. and all in all it wasnt nearly as yucky as I had anticipated. I once heard it takes 21 days to make habit and 21 days to break one. Or maybe it was 14 days. Either way, that logic seems to make sense to me.
I found today that I could trick my own brain to my advantage. As long as I was eating something, albeit a fruit, veg or appropriate snack, my brain was happy. As was my belly and all the other nodes and nerve endings that experience euphoria when something crosses my lips. I promise to manipulate this to my advantage :)
At the grocery store, another first happened. I was actually proud of my cart! It was chock full of smart ones, fruit, veggies, kashi and other diet food fodder. Ive decided that Im going to plan meals up to a week in advance so theres no last minute scrambling for something thats allowed. I dont need much to rationalize eating something forbidden so Im out to eliminate that possibility as much as I can.
As it is, luck favors the prepared.
I found today that I could trick my own brain to my advantage. As long as I was eating something, albeit a fruit, veg or appropriate snack, my brain was happy. As was my belly and all the other nodes and nerve endings that experience euphoria when something crosses my lips. I promise to manipulate this to my advantage :)
At the grocery store, another first happened. I was actually proud of my cart! It was chock full of smart ones, fruit, veggies, kashi and other diet food fodder. Ive decided that Im going to plan meals up to a week in advance so theres no last minute scrambling for something thats allowed. I dont need much to rationalize eating something forbidden so Im out to eliminate that possibility as much as I can.
As it is, luck favors the prepared.
Monday Morning Weigh-in
So this morning I stepped on the scale. I had to hide to even get on there, even from my kids, as if they even know numbers that high. Its a bit of a bummer that its not an actual fact that if you ignore how much you weigh that it will eventually go away... and the proof was in the pudding this am and I have to admit I actually shuddered. But on the same note.. thats the highest my scale will ever say come today- aka D Day.
I didnt make it to the store last night- ended up watching tv with the hubs and eating chicken wings. I know.. Im sure you diet conscience people just threw up in your mouth a little.. but if I was going out with a bang I was dipping it into blue cheese. I washed them down with 2 mountain dews which now will be forbidden and I actually woke up with a headache.. as if my brain was saying- seriously? wings and dew? What are you 19 and in college? Speaking of college, I think Im going to try to take the time to figure out where and when my battle of the bulge started.
I know people like to blame it on genetics, but I think thats bull. Ive seen skinny girls with fat moms and in my case fat girls with skinny moms. My mom is 50 and shes got a flat belly, she also has an enviable hourglass figure. I apparently missed that gene train as well as Im shaped like a banana. Im not all crooked or anything or walked hunched over.. but I have a constant shape from top to bottom.. even when I was thin (as that time in my life did exist too). But I will do with what I was given and would be happiply reffered to as having a skinny banana shape.
I have fond memories of staying at my grandma's house, but do you know what half those memories are about? Half are about fun times in the yard, catching frogs, playing annie-I-over the shed, long walks in the woods picking wintergreen berries. The other half are all about food. Huge ice cream cones everynight before bed, mashed potatoes so laden with butter that gravy was irrelevant, fried chicken so good it rivaled the colonel himself.
Did food fill an undeniable void? Potentially.
Is it to blame for years of yo-yo dieting and bad eating habits? Nope.
Time to own the last 10 years or so and change for the better. Day 1 doesnt only represent the first day in this committment to a healthier lifestyle.... it just might be the first day I start figuring out who in the hell I actually am.
I didnt make it to the store last night- ended up watching tv with the hubs and eating chicken wings. I know.. Im sure you diet conscience people just threw up in your mouth a little.. but if I was going out with a bang I was dipping it into blue cheese. I washed them down with 2 mountain dews which now will be forbidden and I actually woke up with a headache.. as if my brain was saying- seriously? wings and dew? What are you 19 and in college? Speaking of college, I think Im going to try to take the time to figure out where and when my battle of the bulge started.
I know people like to blame it on genetics, but I think thats bull. Ive seen skinny girls with fat moms and in my case fat girls with skinny moms. My mom is 50 and shes got a flat belly, she also has an enviable hourglass figure. I apparently missed that gene train as well as Im shaped like a banana. Im not all crooked or anything or walked hunched over.. but I have a constant shape from top to bottom.. even when I was thin (as that time in my life did exist too). But I will do with what I was given and would be happiply reffered to as having a skinny banana shape.
I have fond memories of staying at my grandma's house, but do you know what half those memories are about? Half are about fun times in the yard, catching frogs, playing annie-I-over the shed, long walks in the woods picking wintergreen berries. The other half are all about food. Huge ice cream cones everynight before bed, mashed potatoes so laden with butter that gravy was irrelevant, fried chicken so good it rivaled the colonel himself.
Did food fill an undeniable void? Potentially.
Is it to blame for years of yo-yo dieting and bad eating habits? Nope.
Time to own the last 10 years or so and change for the better. Day 1 doesnt only represent the first day in this committment to a healthier lifestyle.... it just might be the first day I start figuring out who in the hell I actually am.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
My trophy husband :)
As if you all weren't already half-pining over my way to hot for me hubby, who is the nicest, most laid back, hard working man ever (sigh... I know xoxo) he makes a special trip today to Pier One to buy me a super motivating card that he edits and rewrites to be even more cute and gives me a FAT gift card (perhaps to match my body..could be shoes and purse... gift card and ass, never know) to Pier One. I haven't been there in so long due to my obsession with couponing and not frivolously spending.
Well the pressure's on now even more than ever. How can I go and have a shopping spree in that incense laden, stick and tall flower vased , wooden masked store of delight now? I think Ill use a little next time I'm by there and maybe use a chunk every ten pounds or so. I just said chunk. Do I even write like a fat girl? Are my sentences all laden with fat innuendos? Are my paragraphs hefty, and is my vocabulary thick with chubby talk? Hmm.... wonder if by November I'll start using skinny girl points of reference?
Where's the library you ask? Oh its over there by the Powerhouse gym and the Organic Smoothie place.
As for now.. the library sits portly between the McD's and Chinese Buffet.
Well the pressure's on now even more than ever. How can I go and have a shopping spree in that incense laden, stick and tall flower vased , wooden masked store of delight now? I think Ill use a little next time I'm by there and maybe use a chunk every ten pounds or so. I just said chunk. Do I even write like a fat girl? Are my sentences all laden with fat innuendos? Are my paragraphs hefty, and is my vocabulary thick with chubby talk? Hmm.... wonder if by November I'll start using skinny girl points of reference?
Where's the library you ask? Oh its over there by the Powerhouse gym and the Organic Smoothie place.
As for now.. the library sits portly between the McD's and Chinese Buffet.
Blog Inception
So tomorrow I start WW with two of my very good friends. I also turn 30 come November. The more I thought about how I was going to keep myself accountable.. the more I thought that I need to blog about it. Maybe its because I just watched Julie and Julia... maybe its because I can convince myself to start and quit and start and quit a diet in the same sentence. Anywho...tomorrows the day and now I have to be accountable to cyberspace too. And that, friends, is a lot of people to disappoint.
Im hoping I'll get back at my couponing full force as my stockpile is a bit dented. Ill be posting any good deals I find and passing along any sales info I come across.
This weeks plan: less face filling, more coupon clipping, and more accepting life as it is. Off to finish the Williams horseradish cheese spread as come tomorrow Im in this for the long haul.... 140 days committed to this blog, WW, 3 times weekly minimum exercise and I guess, committed to myself for a change? Why does that seem so scary? Unchartered territory I suppose is always a bit unnerving.
Im hoping I'll get back at my couponing full force as my stockpile is a bit dented. Ill be posting any good deals I find and passing along any sales info I come across.
This weeks plan: less face filling, more coupon clipping, and more accepting life as it is. Off to finish the Williams horseradish cheese spread as come tomorrow Im in this for the long haul.... 140 days committed to this blog, WW, 3 times weekly minimum exercise and I guess, committed to myself for a change? Why does that seem so scary? Unchartered territory I suppose is always a bit unnerving.
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