Slow Food
One thing about me: I eat really quickly. And "they" (you know, them) say that you should spend at least twenty minutes eating so your brain thinks its full and blah blah. You've heard it before. My latest experiment has been trying to spend twenty minutes eating. It's kind of hard!
I've been getting six-inch turkey Subway sandwiches lately, and checking the clock when I unwrap them, and then trying to spend twenty minutes eating them. I can usually do it, but what I have to do is take a bite of the sandwich and then go read the internet or something for a minute, then another bite of the sandwich, etc. I have to distract myself, in other words, make myself forget the sandwich is right there! And I am hungry! And I want to eat it!
This morning I made myself a mashed-strawberry sandwich ("mashed-strawberry" sounds way cuter in Dutch) and tried to spend twenty minutes eating it. I only made it twelve minutes, but still--normally I could probably eat the whole thing in three minutes. So I guess that's progress.
So far it has made no discernable difference in how much food I eat for the rest of the day, but I will try to eat slow lunch today and even maybe slow dinner. I can drink a slow latte! And that will certainly... do... something.
I am feeling fat, bloated, hate my hair, hate my body, and in need of chocolate at the moment. Also, I weigh 242 pounds again (yesterday I weighed 240 so I don't know what's up with that). I am really tired of being this weight, if I can be honest with you. I would like to be back in the 220s; if I am going to stay the same weight, I may as well be stagnating at a weight that makes me happy.
I was considering joining Curves yesterday (it's evil, but it's a block from work) but they seem to be closed or remodeling or something. Then I was going to play Dance Dance Revolution, but I knew the dog would probably destroy my dance pad. I should have gone for a bike ride, but I guess I didn't think of it. Maybe I should hire a personal trainer. Maybe I should try joining the gym even though it's impractical. The semester is almost over, and over the summer, I will have extra time, and I will spend that time exercising. My friends, that is a promise.
I've been getting six-inch turkey Subway sandwiches lately, and checking the clock when I unwrap them, and then trying to spend twenty minutes eating them. I can usually do it, but what I have to do is take a bite of the sandwich and then go read the internet or something for a minute, then another bite of the sandwich, etc. I have to distract myself, in other words, make myself forget the sandwich is right there! And I am hungry! And I want to eat it!
This morning I made myself a mashed-strawberry sandwich ("mashed-strawberry" sounds way cuter in Dutch) and tried to spend twenty minutes eating it. I only made it twelve minutes, but still--normally I could probably eat the whole thing in three minutes. So I guess that's progress.
So far it has made no discernable difference in how much food I eat for the rest of the day, but I will try to eat slow lunch today and even maybe slow dinner. I can drink a slow latte! And that will certainly... do... something.
I am feeling fat, bloated, hate my hair, hate my body, and in need of chocolate at the moment. Also, I weigh 242 pounds again (yesterday I weighed 240 so I don't know what's up with that). I am really tired of being this weight, if I can be honest with you. I would like to be back in the 220s; if I am going to stay the same weight, I may as well be stagnating at a weight that makes me happy.
I was considering joining Curves yesterday (it's evil, but it's a block from work) but they seem to be closed or remodeling or something. Then I was going to play Dance Dance Revolution, but I knew the dog would probably destroy my dance pad. I should have gone for a bike ride, but I guess I didn't think of it. Maybe I should hire a personal trainer. Maybe I should try joining the gym even though it's impractical. The semester is almost over, and over the summer, I will have extra time, and I will spend that time exercising. My friends, that is a promise.
