And This Is Why We Have 49 Additional Weekly Points To Use…

WWDay: 10
Pounds: 203.4(Weigh in 01.30.2012)
Loss: 3.4
Thoughts:
Earlier today I had a minor migraine aura. Having a history of migraines that usually leave me incapacitated (and occasionally in the emergency room), I don’t use the word “migraine” lightly to describe an annoying or intense headache. I use this word when my senses are under attack. So, today when I my vision was compromised, I took my medication and drank a coke. I hadn’t budgeted for soda, but a coke delivers the caffeine differently and more efficiently than any other vehicle I’ve tried over the last twenty years.

I drank EIGHT empty points but I don’t regret it. Just glad there’s an allowance of extra points.

After work, C and I met a wonderful friend for dinner, where I was mindful of points but not portions. Hungry, I nearly finished my dinner, but didn’t leave any to take home. And as I type this before bed…I still feel uncomfortably full. The first time I’ve felt uncomfortably full in ten days. This is a feeling I used to “just live with” without recognizing what it truly represented.

Don’t Forget To Chew: Confessions and accidental lessons from my adventure.
Wish you were here.

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Time to Eat From Smaller Plates With Smaller Utensils

“The average size of an American dinner plate has increased almost 23 percent since 1900”

Today, C forwarded me yesterday’s NPR’s Food Blog: The Salt Deception Diet: How Optical Illusions Can Trick Your Appetite about how our brains are hard-wired to mislead us, and might be misleading us to overeat.

“As predicted by the illusion, people underserved and overestimated on small dishes, while the reverse was true for large dishes. People using the smallest dishes undershot the target serving by as much as 12 percent. But people using the largest dishes took up to 13 percent more food than they intended.”

WWDay: 7
Pounds: 206.6 (Weigh in 01.23.2012)
Thoughts: I successfully finished a week!!!

With a daily goal of 30 points and a weekly 49 points, I’ve got 18 weekly points left! My weekly activity goal was 16, and I earned 25! I ate those 25!

YAHOO

Cookies Are My Exercise Motivation. Ironic.

I have never hid my love for cookies. I don’t think I’ve ever eaten one serving of cookies. Ever. Often, I start eating cookies while I’m still walking around the kitchen so that I don’t “have to” count their calories. I like to make-believe that foods eaten while I’m still standing are calorie free. This is not honest.

Last night I did some math, pretty simple math actually. I (re)learned that if I exercise, I earn activity points (ie: burn calories) and then I can EAT those points in the shape of a cookie. Or two.  I have been ignoring this intuitive cause and effect relationship for awhile. With this re-learned lesson, I immediately turned on the Wii-Fit (for the first time in over a year) to free-step for a half-hour and then baked some cookies.

C found (the amazing and invaluable) skinnytaste’s Low Fat Chewy Chocolate Chip Oatmeal Cookies recipe. Quite similar to skinnytates’s delicious Low Fat Chewy Granola Bars with Pecans Raisins and Chocolate (we call them power packets in this family).

To practice my new honest relationship with food, I put two newly baked cookies on a plate. And two on a plate for C too. Then we sat down and ate slowly to enjoy one serving of cookies.

Don’t Forget To Chew: Confessions and accidental lessons from my adventure.
Wish you were here.

WWDay: 5
Pounds: 206.6 (Weigh in 01.23.2012)
Thoughts [I am writing under assumption that “perfect” isn’t defined as a subjective and unattainable perfection, but rather as a realistic reflection of perfection via unique imperfections]: I can’t unravel some thoughts that will need unraveled as I find my health. When I was 15, over half my life ago, a boy that I liked very much, told me I was perfect except that I could use to lose 20 pounds. It didn’t matter that at the time I was a swimmer and gymnast, and consequently pretty fit. What mattered was that I heard I wasn’t good enough. And this made a mark. I shared this story for the first time with C last night. I’ve kept this memory quiet for countless reasons, all of which look irrational in the light of day.

In the light I know that I am valuable, beautiful, and perfect as I am. I also know that I need to lose weight; approximately 40% of my current weight. But at this point, these pieces of information are interwoven; I feel valuable, beautiful, and perfect BUT not as good as I would be if I were 40% lighter. I’m going to learn how to unravel them.

After sharing, C looked at me and reminded me that the only ones who don’t think I’m perfect right now and need to loose the weight are my organs.