My weight lose timid efforts produce nothing but aggravation and slow weight gain, so they stepped up my game plan. My husband and I count calories and measuring food.
I have always resisted this tactic. I hate math, measurement and accuracy. I prefer a more laissez-faire to food and life approach, but now I have to change my music. Or at least my eating habits.
Fortunately, my husband, CB, likes calculate, measure or even understand how index calories, fats, proteins and how they interact. So I buy the food, cook a lot and CB is the calculator.
“Guess how many calories are in a banana?” Application CB took my yellow fruit. “Not good,” I replied that I jump in my mouth. “I do not eat the skin.”
In fact, I really do not have to. I just thought. However, before counting calories, I can not tell you how many nuts, bread or chips found their way into my body, mostly out of boredom than true hunger.
But that stops now.
Now I have to consider every piece ingest I find myself thinking that just is not worth it. I hate math so I prefer to spend chopping cheese and grapes that food calories add up. But I make sure to have three meals a day, if my body can not withstand the weight change by going into “starvation mode.”
Over the years, I have made a conscious effort to eat better and exercise more. I stopped drinking cocoa, Pepsi and refined sugars and cook with lemon water instead of oil or butter. This did not result in weight loss. Believe everything you’ve missed more weight. Personally, I think I deserve a medal for my efforts, but no one gives me a wide and mocks me again.
Even more disturbing is that I made it through 50 years without having to worry about gaining weight. The chocolate was my best friend and my lover was sugar. However, when I reached the big 5-0 has changed. Regularly won a book every month until I realized I won the equivalent of an extra grandchild on my body. Some overeat, regardless of lack of exercise and some of them are metabolic slowdown that occurs after menopause.
I’m not a total slug, I take yogalates class on Tuesdays and Thursdays and then walked a mile with my classmates. When the weather is nice, I play softball, tennis and golf, but unfortunately can not do when it is below 80 degrees outside, what happens about four months each year in Arizona.
Not one to give up, I decided to give it a Pickle ball try. They have a patio at Red Mountain Multi-center in Mesa. My friend Joan and I risked humiliation to try the sport. I think we did a very good job, but I was so wrong that night I did not even want to think about another attempt to play for a week.
I felt muscles that I never knew existed – even after an intense session yogalates. It has been a week of exploration. I am aware of the inactive muscles, unconscious eating habits and a new desire to play the shot with my scale – I think it would make a great, new Olympic sport.
But as they say all the self-help gurus (and I am one of them) I am “in the election.” It can not be an easy decision, but I chose to live a healthy conscious life, though I do not like having to do it first. Whether food, inactive muscles or negative thoughts, words and actions (the subject of the blog next week), the more we realize what we do, the more we can improve our lives.
Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time for a snack. What? A slice of wheat bread is 100 calories (and empty calories in it!) Forget it. Give me half a cup of organic strawberries and throw me some green tea.