The other day, when I was huffing and puffing on the Cybex arc trainer ( 15 down…45 to go!!), I was watching Dr. Oz.
I think my twin sister was on the show. No, not biological. But a sister in spirit. Someone who understands my food weakness.
On The Biggest Loser, the contestants talk about the foods that cause them grief. We see them chow down on burgers and fries from the drive thru. There are tacos making a mess on their tables. Pizzas by the score. Even some pretty tasty looking baked goods.
Oddly, none of the above cause me trouble. It is quite rare when I stop somewhere for a burger and fries. Most times, I have to say, I can’t stand the idea of it. Same for tacos. Pizza from any of the chains is a once or twice a year rarity for me. Once in a while, we will make our own.
The baked goods…well…now we are getting close. Off the shelf grocery store pastries or packaged cookies? Nope. I will turn up my (foodie-stuck-up) nose at those imposters. A GOOD artisan bakery. Now, you can tempt me. But even with this temptation, it is rare for me to have that temptation.
But I do bake goodies from time to time. My daughter, Jasmine, loves to bake. And since she is living with me presently until she finds a job again, there are more of those goodies around than there were before she had to move back home.
Yet, none of these are what my “twin” was crying about.
Bread!! Glorious Bread!! Good artisan bread. Especially warmed in the oven, or home baked. That is what I could relate to her about.
My twin described her obsession with bread. She talked about not being able to start the day without her bagel. Here is where we differed. I find it hard (almost impossible) to eat anything much until noon. I will have coffee or tea. But I have to force myself to eat anything until lunchtime. However . I could relate to her weakness of warm bread. How she could eat a whole loaf if it is right out of the oven. Hot, crispy crust, tender inside.
Yes, I can relate to her.
Dr. Oz relates this to a carb addiction that is much like a heroin addiction.
Wow. I am a bread addict.
I need a 12 step program. Walk away from bread one step at a time.
It’s enough to make me cry.
It’s enough to make me shake.
What would my life without bread be like?
That thought scares me.
That thought scares me.
Will I eliminate it?
I am not so sure I can.
I am not so sure I can.
Can’t you just take away the burgers and fries? I won’t even ask to keep the hamburger roll.
When I was working with a personal trainer I was really good about keeping a food journal. Once I stopped paying someone to hold me accountable I stopped keeping one. I have tried time and again to go back to it, but I never last more than a month.
ReplyDeleteFood journals are wonderful tools, because it opens your eyes to what is going in your mouth. You are less tempted to eat something if you know you are going to have to explain your moment of weakness to a super fit trainer who does not understand weakness and temptation. I also found that when I thought I was hungry I would see that I had only had lunch an hour ago and drink 8 oz of water and wait, most of the time it turned out I wasn't really hungry, but without the food journal I find it is harder to figure out why I'm really eating (am I hungry, thirsty, a lot of the time the answer was I was bored). My trainer also recommend having one day a week where you give yourself an extra 300 calories for any treat you may be craving or a special occasion that may come up so you don't feel deprived. I think I'm going to find a notebook and give a food journal another go.
Perhaps a food diary will work in that while you're writing about what you ate you will not BE eating. Unless you write in the kitchen-next to the fridge-at the table w/a plate & utensils next to the journal... ok I don't think it's gonna work :-). Your determination to lose the lbs. is really inspiring.
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