I haven’t actually written a post since last Friday. Luckily, my absence from the blog world does not mean I was absent from my weight loss efforts (at least not entirely).
When I lasted posted I was heading to a friend’s house for dinner. The dinner went fine, and I didn’t have to consume too many calories, although certainly a few more than I would have if I were eating at home. I think I did a decent job of not stressing about it while I was there, although I did catch myself a couple times trying to find ways to determine exactly what the casserole we were eating was made of so I could more accurately estimate the calorie content. But I caught it and stopped myself. When I got home, I estimated as best I could and then moved on. But now, I’m faced with yet another situation this coming Saturday where the food being served is not in control. And, again, I’m trying my best not to worry about it, but it’s hard. The lady hosting the gathering told me we were having spaghetti and meatballs, and this is what went through my head: “I wonder if she’ll use 160 calorie per serving Prego or if she’ll use a more tomato based marinara with around 60 calories per serving. And what type of meat will she use? She doesn’t seem like the type of person who would buy the cheapest, most fatty type of ground beef, but I doubt she’d be the most expensive, 90% fat free stuff either. And in meatballs the fat is not going to cook out and be drained off, so the fat content of the beef will make a huge difference.” Seriously, why can’t I just enjoy the company, eat the food, and not think twice?
Anyway, the weekend went fine eating and exercise wise for the most part. However, getting to the title of my post, I did eat waaay too many sweets. I just have such a sweet tooth. If someone told me I’d never eat another fried food the rest of my life, it wouldn’t bother me in the least. But if someone told me I could never have chocolate again, I’d be heartbroken. I bought this innocent little teeny-tiny 100 calorie ice cream sandwiches thinking I’ll just have one for a little treat every now and then. Who was I kidding? One teeny little ice cream sandwich. How is that enough? Of course, eating one simply made me want another one. And so it went. By the time the day ended on Sunday, my calorie counts alone were just fine. I think I ate about 1800 calories and burned around 400 through exercise, for a net of 1400. Perfectly fine there. However, 90% of those calories were from total and absolute nearly pure junk in the form of sweets. I do not consider that a success. The only actually healthy thing I ate was a grilled chicken salad for lunch worth about 260 calories. Every single one of the other 1540 calories were from junk food. I’m a firm believer in the calorie is a calorie is a calorie no matter where it comes from philosophy. Of course I would lose weight eating like that every day, but it would be so unhealthy. I would still feel awful about my eating, and it’s really teetering on the edge of control. I was relying on sole willpower not to eat another couple sweets that would have sent those calories soaring. I, of course, asked myself what caused that behavior. I had done so well for a week. In some ways I think I was a little tired of the healthy foods. A salad or an omelet just didn’t sound all that great to me. I was almost burnt out on the healthy foods. Some would say that it’s the right the time to have a small amount of something you really want. So I did. But honestly that just made me want more of the unhealthy stuff. So that’s why I’m considering trying to go a week or so without any sweets at all. What do you think?