HANGRY

I’ve been on Weight Watchers for a full month now, and have had measurable success.  I’ve lost almost ten pounds and have a better idea of the nutritional and caloric impact of the foods I eat. There have been many days when I’ve marveled at what I can eat while “dieting”. In fact, what I like about Weight Watcher’s program is that there are no forbidden foods.  However, every food does carry a certain “point” value, calculated based on its fat, carbohydrate, fiber and protein content. So if you choose to indulge in something decadent, you must compensate by choosing lower-calorie foods for the rest of the day, so as not to exceed to daily/weekly allotment of points.

For the most part it has been relatively easy, and I’ve actually been proud of my ability to make better food choices. Turns out I do have some measure of self-discipline buried deep inside.  Apparently, it’s just been kept in a sugar and fat induced coma for the past 30 years.

Today, however, I fell off the proverbial bandwagon.  I don’t know what it was, but I woke up around 8am, a bit cranky and out of sorts.  I didn’t sleep well and all my joints were achy.  I had an online exam for my critical thinking class scheduled for 10am (which should have been scheduled much later in the day if I’d been thinking critically about it).  I wasn’t waking up very quickly, so I made myself a cup of vanilla cappuccino from a sugar-free mix I’d just bought, and added some sugar free caramel syrup.  3 points.  It didn’t suck… but I did have a funny aftertaste every time I burped, which it caused me to do for about 20 minutes after finishing it.

I put myself together and did a bit of pre-test studying, but I was cranky with the dogs – they were rolling through the house like two tumbleweed, growling, wrestling and playing with each other – making what I perceived to be a god-awful racket. And of course they wanted me to join in, but instead I was just cross and sniped at them.  Eventually, hubby put them outside and firmly closed my office door, but not before shooting me a look, eyebrows raised, that said what is your problem??

Thankfully I passed the test with flying colors, and immediately apologized to hubby and the puppies and resolved to be in a better mood.  I hadn’t yet eaten, so I went to find something and ended up heating leftovers from the night before (shredded Mexican chicken w/corn and beans). I placed the mixture in a low carb tortilla, and added low-fat cheese and fat free sour cream.  It tasted terrible. Not sure if it was the leftovers or the tortilla, but I took two bites then put the rest down the garbage disposal.  Next, I tried reheating some taco meat and trying for a taco salad.  Awful. I think the meat may have been a few days past its prime.  Down the disposal it went.

Hubby and I had some errands to run, so we agreed to lunch at Chili’s. I was still cranky, irritated by everything he did or said and we sniped back and forth until we arrived at the restaurant.  I referenced my handy Weight Watchers app on my phone to see what the points value would be for various menu items.  Of course it was out of date, and the only things that really sounded good were no longer on the menu.  Sigh.  Still, I persisted, and opted for a grilled chicken sandwich with steamed broccoli.  It didn’t suck. In fact, it tasted surprisingly good for being the  low-fat, low-cal option.  But it wasn’t what I wanted. What I wanted was a damn cheeseburger.  With fries.  And maybe a milkshake. I wanted to eat until I was uncomfortably full, because for some reason I find that sensation to be.. well, comforting.

We stopped at the grocery store on the way home and I still had my cranky on. There was a table set up with wine demos and hubby encouraged me to try a sample. To his credit, he didn’t even blink when I put a bottle in the cart. After picking up some ground turkey, lean ground beef, apples and stir-fry veggies, we headed toward the checkout when the demon possessed me and I took a turn down the candy aisle.  I was having a sudden, uncontrollable craving for chocolate.  Dark chocolate.  With almonds. I hemmed and hawed and agonized over the options, wrestling with my conscience and ultimately throwing a bar of Dove dark chocolate with almonds into the cart.

I had the candy unwrapped before we left the parking lot.

I ate a third of the bar before we got home.

Once home, I poured myself a glass of wine, grabbed the chocolate and my Kindle, and sequestered myself in my office.


As I write this post, I’m still nursing that same glass of wine, but the chocolate is long gone.  I may also have eaten a few Lean Cuisine Thai Spring Rolls (amazing). I was harboring guilty feelings, but I let those go.  Tomorrow I will return to dutifully logging my points and choosing leaner, more nutritious meal and snack options 90 percent of the time.  But every once in awhile I have to indulge.  Otherwise I do become hangry, and that’s just not a pretty thing.

Also, I think it’s important for me to remember that my goal is not to be thin.  In fact, I’ve never been thin (well, not since I was 6), and I can’t even imagine it – the idea is foreign for me.  Like many people, I’d like to look and feel like I did in high school (which for me, equated to a number that was still higher than the damn chart in the Doctor’s office advised).

Still, my goals are not tied to numbers and I don’t want to fall into the trap of feeling like I have to find and maintain some magic spot on the scale to feel good about myself.  That’s really hard though, because like most women, I look in the mirror and I’m not at all pleased with what I see.  However, I am determined to make a meaningful change. It’s just that my goals are more lifestyle related.

I want to be able to climb the stairs at work without looking or sounding like I’m about to stroke out. I want to move more.  I have zero love for working out, and don’t see myself ever embracing a life at the gym, but I could walk my dogs more often, go for more walks on my own, spend more time on vacation hiking in the woods or strolling on the beach, instead of holed up reading books.

I truly just want to be a healthier version of myself at the end of this journey.  And I do want there to be an end to this – I don’t want to be on a diet forever.  Perish the thought. Instead, I’d like to get to the point where my subconscious and my body are in tune with each other and I can easily choose foods and portions which are appropriate.

Thankfully, my husband has never been attracted to skinny women, much less skinny, cranky women, which is what I’d be if I pushed for such a radical change.  Instead, I’m shooting for more of a gently curved appearance that can be maintained with periodic indulgences that help keep me a good-humored woman. That feels attainable.

In parting, I’d like to offer this up to anyone who has been present during previous hangry moments..

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Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes!

So hubby and I tried something new in bed last week… You’re feeling scandalized, aren’t you?!  Don’t worry, this is totally mostly PG rated.

See, over the past couple of years we’ve run into a recurring problem.  Hubby is a night-owl, and is often up until the wee hours of the morning working on homework, and/or kicking virtual enemy ass on Call of Duty.  I, on the other hand, am an early riser. (I’d like to point out this is not my natural inclination, as anyone who has known me for any length of time can attest to. I greet the dawn with much moaning and gnashing of teeth) I try to get up between 5 and 5:30, to give myself plenty of time to get ready for the day.

As you may have surmised, this has caused problems. You see, the orientation of the room is such that anyone on the left side of the bed is subject to more disruptions as that is where the bath, closet and entry door are at. No matter how quiet I try to be, I frequently wake hubby up, so in an effort to correct this problem, we have swapped sides of the bed.

Oh.

Em.

Gee.

It is SO HARD to sleep on the other side of the bed. It feels wrong!  It took me all week just to figure out how to climb in.  This probably sounds ridiculous, but we have a super tall bed with a little footstool for me and the dogs to use.  I’m so used to climbing in from the right that coming in from the opposite site has completely flummoxed me.  I have less than no coordination – so like, negative coordination, and I bet if someone videotaped me trying to get into bed the first couple of nights after we made the switch – we probably could win America’s Funniest Home Videos.

It’s thrown the dogs off course too.  They keep forgetting to use the step stool on the right side of the bed and go around and try to jump up from the ground on the left.  Of course, they are short and often miss, so I just see a brief glimpse of a furry body trying to jump up and then a soft thump when they hit the floor in failure.

Thankfully, the switch seems to have worked for hubby – he claims he’s sleeping better and I didn’t wake him up once last week. Hopefully my coordination improves soon!!!

I’ll Tell You What My Problem Is…

Aren’t you glad the title of this posting isn’t, I’ll Tell You What YOUR Problem Is?  Be prepared, I’ll pick that topic up another time – today we’ll focus on me.  My dear friends, I’ve finally figured out what my problem is:

I am too damn busy.  This is now a documented fact.

The first 3-4 months of each year is what I affectionately refer to as “crazy season” at work.  My job centers around recruiting/staffing for my employer, and this is the season for dozens upon dozens of jobs and thousands upon thousands of applicants to weed through.  Thankfully I love, love, love what I do – but even so, the pace is pretty intense and I find my brain to be pure putty by the end of the day.  Which is problematic, because I’m also still enrolled at Western Governors University and am in the midst of tackling the required 8 credits of science.

To further complicate things, I decided to try and be all healthy or whatever, and enrolled in Weight Watcher’s online program over the weekend.  So now I get to track points on top of everything else. I have to be honest- it’s kind of a pain in the tookus. But on the upside, when entering my starting weight on Monday, I way over-estimated the number – consequently, when I weighed myself today I was able to report a 15 pound weight loss.  My online tracker was recommending immediate medical care until I corrected my starting number.  IF ONLY! I think the only weight loss plan that can provide those kind of results is the stomach flu with a complimentary side of diarrhea – but even that option requires a solid 5-7 day commitment.

So we’ll see what the next few months bring.  And I’ll try to pop in more frequently to update the 2.5 readers that still check in periodically to see if I’m alive.  In the meantime, I need to do some grocery shopping…

Only In America

Have you ever heard of Groupon?

It’s this online coupon service that partners with local companies to provide discounts. Every day you get a “Daily Deal” for your area – some are great, others – well, not so much.

Recently, they’ve started sending multiple deals in one e-mail, and can I just say that the quality of the deals is going downhill fast. Case in point:

This is so bad, it’s awesome.

Homemade Fabric Freshener

I am a big fan of Febreze. But I am not a big fan of it’s price tag!

I recently came across a recipe for homemade “Febreze” and it was a piece of cake!  I find it to be just as effective as the name brand, but a fraction of the cost.

 

You’ll need:

  • a 32(ish) oz. spray bottle (I just used an empty Febreze bottle)
  • 1/8 Cup liquid fabric softener (Downy has some amazing scents!!)
  • 2 Tablespoons Baking Soda
  • Hot water

Just add the liquid fabric softener and baking soda to the empty bottle, then fill almost to the top with hot water.  Screw the spray apparatus back on and shake thoroughly to mix.

I’ve used this exactly the same as I used Febreze and haven’t noticed any staining at all, and I think the scent lasts longer.

Give it a try!

(Lazy) Monday Confessional

Okay, I know my posts have been a bit erratic – I’m wrapping up my final course (Organizational Behavior and Leadership, m’kay?) and have my big-grand-daddy-o exam this Saturday.  I’m soooo looking forward to having some time off before starting up again in January. Between my work load and the coming holidays, I am guaranteed to be ridiculously busy the next few weeks.  But I’m hoping to have a bit more time to devote to blogging.

In lieu of a truly interesting post about my own life, I’ll leave you with a few interesting things I found around the interwebs:

First – I love, love love this post by SingleDadLaughing – he pretty much sums up my exact feelings on the subject in his post I’m Christian Unless You’re Gay.  Please read it.  Even if you ultimately disagree with his view, I think his perspective is exceptionally thought provoking.

On a much lighter note, courtesy of DamnYouAutoCorrect.com – this had my husband and I literally in tears, we were laughing so hard.  You have to try singing it to get the full benefit of the humor:

Admit it… you laughed!!

Daily Survival Tips – via a blackboard and a professor someone in a lab coat, no less.  Makes it feel more legit somehow.

My new favorite recipe site:  Food Gawker links to great recipes, indexed by mouth watering pictures.

Looking for a good book to read?  Try picking one from Stylists article The Best 100 Opening Lines From Books.  

And finally, I’m completely stuck on Adele these days.  If you don’t know who she is, or are not familiar with her music, do yourself a favor and watch this.  I can’t get the video to embed, but it’s worth listening to.  Her voice is rich, complex, and addictive!

Friday Funny

A man is driving down a deserted stretch of highway when he notices a sign out of the corner of his eye … It reads:

SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
10 MILES

He thinks this is a figment of his imagination and drives on without second thought….
Soon he sees another sign which reads:

SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
5 MILES

Suddenly he begins to realize that these signs are for real and drives past a third sign saying:

SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
NEXT RIGHT

His curiosity gets the better of him and he pulls into the driveway. On the far side of the parking lot is a stone building with a small sign next to the door reading:

SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS

He climbs the steps and rings the bell. The door is answered by a nun in a long black habit who asks, ‘What may we do for you my son?’

He answers, ‘I saw your signs along the highway and was interested in possibly doing business…’

‘Very well my son. Please follow me.’ He is led through many winding passages and is soon quite disoriented. The nun stops at a closed door and tells the man, ‘Please knock on this door.’

He goes in and another nun in a long habit, holding a tin cup answers the door. This nun instructs, ‘Please place $100 in the cup then go through the large wooden door at the end of the hallway.’

He puts $100 in the cup, eagerly trots down the hall and slips through the door pulling it shut behind him

The door locks, and he finds himself back in the parking lot facing another sign:

GO IN PEACE. YOU HAVE JUST BEEN SCREWED BY THE SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS.