At the beginning, I decided that I would not deprive myself of the foods that I loved, but that I would try instead to consume them in more moderation, and that’s been more or less successful. My philosophy was that this was a new lifestyle that I was learning, not just a “diet” and that I wanted to be flexible enough to go to dinner, eat wedding cake, and when faced with extraordinary food, I had to be allowed to eat it.
Which is fine. Life is too short for deprivation. But even in moderation, I wonder if there isn’t too much of a good thing. Every single day since April 15, nearly 7 weeks ago, I’ve had “a little something,” a “tidbit,” often at the end of the day as reward.
It’s been reasonable– a chocolate dipped strawberry, a bite of bread pudding, a third of a Toblerone bar, a bit of sorbet, some Easter chocolate, baklava, a few Waffeletten. But there has been some little something every day. And to compound matters I’ve had the occasional can or bottle of soda pop, which is probably about the worst offender. Though I drink hot coffee black, when I have it iced, I’d like it with cream and sugar– dessert through a straw.
The whole “sugar” thing is too complex to dissect here (or now)- but obviously I’m not one of those people who think it should be regulated like tobacco and alcohol. But I want to see how well I do without it.
So today, there was no little scrumptious morsel. I hope tomorrow is the same and the day after that. I’ve made a few rules–yogurt with granola gets a pass. I’m not a breakfast person, and I have gotten into the habit of eating yogurt and granola every morning, and better I eat something than nothing.
But no cakes, no candies, no chocolate, no pastries, no soda pop, only black tea and coffee, no cookies, no doughnuts, parts of doughnuts or Bits o’ Tim. I have to wonder if by restraining myself if I won’t enjoy those delectable foods more the next time I am free to eat them.
Fruit and fruit juice are okay. Hidden sugars in bread, sauce, caramelized onions, those are fine too. (I have a hard time finding enough to eat in a day, I don’t want to make it too difficult to eat. I just want to stop “treating” myself to dessert everyday.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
Still plagued by water retention this morning and a scale that insists my target number is still 60. This was my one and only official day off this week, steps clocked in at 2555. For breakfast, the ubiquitous yogurt and granola, two bananas, lunch was six mini sweet peppers, a cup of cottage cheese, six ounces of raspberries, three cucumber and whipped cream cheese sandwich on very, very, very thin sliced bread. A very large helping of broiled asparagus, an ear of corn, 4 oz of hamburger (no bun) and two cups of watermelon.