Confession

This morning I was looking in my BF's fridge for something to eat. There was still a can of Reddi Whip from Thanksgiving laying there in the back of the fridge.

Poor, poor lonely neglected can.

I caved to the tune of 6 mouthfuls.

Then tonight while having dinner at a buffet, I noticed that my jeans had a hole in them.  My thighs have rubbed together enough to wear a hole near my crotch.  I feel like a whale (or in this case an overfed baby mouse).

You Got Tagged

A friend of mine had a Luau themed graduation party this past Friday.  She put pics up on Facebook and I could cry.  I look so. . . large.  Somehow in my mind I keep thinking that I'm not that bad and then I see a picture with no waistline and the is-she-or-isn't-she-pregnant belly and the width and roundness of my upper arms.

I Scream, You Scream!

I was poking around the NuVal website and found a frequently asked question about ice cream.  In the past, I have sometimes opted for orange sherbert thinking it was a healthier choice than ice cream.  Reading the answer I think I feel a little silly to not have figured this out on my own.

"Why do sherbets and sorbets score lower than ice cream? I thought they would score better because of the reduced fat?

Two reasons: First, these items don’t contain positive nutrients that would raise their scores. Second, sherbets and sorbets are essentially frozen sugar water and all the calories come from sugar. NuVal is about finding the most nutrition for your calories. These items are essentially empty calories, so they rank poorly on the NuVal scale."

Puck This!

I had this great idea for winter fun that would help (not hinder) my quest for a healthy body - ice skating.  I went once last year but that was about it.  I don't actually know how to skate, but I would like to learn.  I tend to hang onto the wall a whole bunch before I get enough balance and confidence to let go and skate once around the rink without help.  I used to rollerskate like crazy as a kid, so I just know if I could get good enough at ice skating that I'd like it enough to go every week.

My BF said he used to play hockey in his younger days but his hockey skates were still somewhere at his mom's house.  Naturally, since so much time has passed, she can't find them.  Last weekend he drove up to have a look for himself and they have simply disappeared (yard sale would be my guess).  So he went to a skate shop, got measured, and tried on everything under the sun.  Then he called later to tell me that ice skating is a no-go until he loses a little weight because bending over to put the skates on and off took effort.  He said this was his wake-up call.

I just said okay and made a mental note to start going by myself.  He and I were friends for over a year and a half before we started dating and in all that time we never talked about size, weight, food, etc.  I was always a little relieved that it was never an issue.  I also assumed that he didn't have an issue with my size because he's got several inches in height and a few pounds on me.  And now I have no idea how to talk about this stuff with him.  I don't like people to see me weak or see me fail at things.  Unfortunately, I tend to quit anything I'm not really good at as a reputation saving measure - not like I plan it that way, I just do it.  I hate to fail and, yes, I'll simply move onto something else to avoid failure.  It isn't that I'm lazy ( I work hard at things I like and am good at), I just have a super difficult time accepting defeat on a psychological level.

Food Boredom

I finished up yesterday with a large helping of homemade turkey pot pie, 3/4 of an apple (the other 1/4 was used in a SALAD - yes, I finally ate one - the day before), cheese tortellini leftovers and 1 1/2 servings of steak.  I had someone cut and seal up the giant slab of meat that was on sale a bit ago.  I came so close to swinging by a drive thru while Christmas shopping, but managed to ignore the urge.  Whew!

This morning I had another bowl of oatmeal - the preflavored varieties aren't that bad.  I'll have to check the scores on it, though.  Another bologna sandwich after work and now it is lunch time.  Maybe Subway?  I have enough points on my Subway card for a free 6 inch sub.  I'm bored with food today.  The cabinets are packed, but it all has to be cooked and none of it sounds appealing anyway.

Thought for the Day: 12/02/09

All snacks are not created equal.

When 5 Pounds Feels Like a Ton

I made it back to the gym this morning and my knee seems to be doing alright.  I didn't do much - just burned off 200 calories on the elliptical and treadmill.

Unfortunately, I also stepped on the scale in the gym's bathroom before my workout.  Admittedly, it could be a little inaccurate (heck, the display covering is cracked), but the point is that I weigh 5 pounds more than last time I checked (on that very same scale).  Granted I haven't checked since the summer and I just recently started to work out again, but somehow those 5 pounds I didn't know about psychologically feels like a ton!

Normally I can drop 5-10 pounds quickly just by cutting out the fast food.  But I haven't really been eating fast food lately!  Whereas I used to go 1-2 times daily on my bad weeks, I only remember getting 1 double cheeseburger all last week.  But my pants don't fit any better, that's for sure.

This morning I had a bowl of oatmeal (Maple and Brown sugar) and a bologna sandwich after the gym.  Not a great choice, but I have to eat this food up.  I still have unhealthy and questionable things in the fridge.  The goal for my next grocery shopping trip is to not buy anything with a NuVal score less than 40.

Walk It Off

I didn't make it to the gym afterall yesterday (boo!), but it was because of two things:  1. I spent all day shopping for presents and 2. All that walking made my knee act up again.  Hopefully some of that walking helped.  My boyfriend was driving for a change and kept parking far away from all the other cars so we'd have to walk a little more to get places.  At first I thought he was just being a don't-dent-my-car elitist, but he said he liked both benefits - the exercise and the extra car protection.