Blurb post, or blog post number two for tonight. There is more to the story of the QGB's. (You'll have to read the other post to know what QGB stands for.)
It dawned on me that there could be a biological reason for my major carb/sugar cravings. I've also been drinking a lot of caffeine lately. I'm fussy, too. (To my one my male reader, you may want to stop reading now. We're going to get girly here.)
I'm not exceptionally intuitive when it comes to my body. Momma Nature needs to use a bull horn when she's talking to me. My lesson learned: I need to be nice - to me. I was beating myself over QGB's and all it was was PMS.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Oops, I did it again
It has come to my attention that Quaker 100 Calorie Granola Bars are addicting. Last weekend my husband did a Costco run and picked up the man-sized box of these mean little munchies. There were 60 in the box. Note: "were". Here's your 3rd grade story problem of the day...yep...you got it. 6000 calories.
No, I didn't eat them all myself. Not all of them.
They aren't decadent. They aren't exceptional. I don't love them. They are ok, at best. So, why am I gobbling up like pac-man? I thought at first it was Lie #14, but I now think it was Lie #15: Deprivation is on the horizon. I'm not talking about the fear that I would be deprived of the Quaker Granola Bar, but rather a full-scale deprivation. So, the QGB's represent the Sunday night binge before the Monday morning diet.
I am not starting a diet, but I am looking into a lifestyle change. I have been reading a lot about eating a vegetarian or a vegan diet, with a twist - no caffeine, no sugar, and no processed foods. Ha! Even writing it I'm thinking 'what the hell will I eat'. Obviously I'm not ready to make this change, so I'm exploring it. I'm taunting it. I'm daring it to sound good to me.
Bottom line is the truth. THE TRUTH IS: Today is the day for choice. "At this moment" should be my mantra. The horizon shouldn't dictate my choice. I get one chance in any given moment to make a choice. And if in that moment I make a choice that doesn't meet my needs, I can make a new choice in the new moment.
No, I didn't eat them all myself. Not all of them.
They aren't decadent. They aren't exceptional. I don't love them. They are ok, at best. So, why am I gobbling up like pac-man? I thought at first it was Lie #14, but I now think it was Lie #15: Deprivation is on the horizon. I'm not talking about the fear that I would be deprived of the Quaker Granola Bar, but rather a full-scale deprivation. So, the QGB's represent the Sunday night binge before the Monday morning diet.
I am not starting a diet, but I am looking into a lifestyle change. I have been reading a lot about eating a vegetarian or a vegan diet, with a twist - no caffeine, no sugar, and no processed foods. Ha! Even writing it I'm thinking 'what the hell will I eat'. Obviously I'm not ready to make this change, so I'm exploring it. I'm taunting it. I'm daring it to sound good to me.
Bottom line is the truth. THE TRUTH IS: Today is the day for choice. "At this moment" should be my mantra. The horizon shouldn't dictate my choice. I get one chance in any given moment to make a choice. And if in that moment I make a choice that doesn't meet my needs, I can make a new choice in the new moment.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
What am I doing?
This afternoon I caught myself in a moment of "what the heck am I doing?". I was literally standing in my pantry eating chocolate chip granola bars - one after another - calculating the calories going in and thinking "what am I doing". Almost as though I had no recollection of the moments leading up to the pantry. Like I had been transported Star Trek style into my pantry. Beam me up, Scotty - 'cause I don't need these calories.
The pantry-trance isn't the pinnacle of the story. With every 100 calorie Quaker Oat Granola Bar (read as: 100 calorie candy bar) I ate, I proceeded to attempt to hide the evidence. First, I buried the wrapper in the garbage. Next, I threw out the wrapper in the bathroom trash. Still on the move to consume MORE, I took the wrapper into the garage. What the hell! Who am I hiding from??? Like some granola bar police is going to come by suddenly and put me in granola bar jail.
Lie #14: I deserve this. I have earned this 100 calories (times 5 or 50), and therefore it is mute. It doesn't count. So here is the 'back-light' on this story - yesterday I worked out hard. Not like a single class or a long run kind of hard, but like a three hour teaching kind of hard. And I'm sore today. And I want to be soothed. Apparently, Granola bars are soothing. The more the better.
THE TRUTH IS: (ugh, I don't want to write this. this is a fresh experience and I don't want to see the truth, even though I know it.) I know what I need, and when I tune into my needs I can best care for myself. So...in this situation, what I really needed was a hot bath, a long stretch, or a short nap. There are many alternatives I could have chosen. Yet, I picked the convenient quick fix. Not the best choice - just the most convenient.
Scotty...I'm still waiting...beam me up...
The pantry-trance isn't the pinnacle of the story. With every 100 calorie Quaker Oat Granola Bar (read as: 100 calorie candy bar) I ate, I proceeded to attempt to hide the evidence. First, I buried the wrapper in the garbage. Next, I threw out the wrapper in the bathroom trash. Still on the move to consume MORE, I took the wrapper into the garage. What the hell! Who am I hiding from??? Like some granola bar police is going to come by suddenly and put me in granola bar jail.
Lie #14: I deserve this. I have earned this 100 calories (times 5 or 50), and therefore it is mute. It doesn't count. So here is the 'back-light' on this story - yesterday I worked out hard. Not like a single class or a long run kind of hard, but like a three hour teaching kind of hard. And I'm sore today. And I want to be soothed. Apparently, Granola bars are soothing. The more the better.
THE TRUTH IS: (ugh, I don't want to write this. this is a fresh experience and I don't want to see the truth, even though I know it.) I know what I need, and when I tune into my needs I can best care for myself. So...in this situation, what I really needed was a hot bath, a long stretch, or a short nap. There are many alternatives I could have chosen. Yet, I picked the convenient quick fix. Not the best choice - just the most convenient.
Scotty...I'm still waiting...beam me up...
Monday, February 15, 2010
No lie, just thoughts
You know the saying 'whether you think you can or you think you can't, you're right'? I like the quote, and I believe it's true. But I think there is another layer that should be added. My quote would be something like "Decide you can, because you are right". Do you see how it is different? I think the 'decide' part changes the whole kit and kaboodle.
When you add the idea of 'deciding', it puts the responsibility on you. Now the quote says "Look, you can be lazy or you can be intentional, but once you make up your mind, take personal responsibility for the out come." Holy crap! Personal responsibility.
Kind of freaky, isn't it? To think about personal responsibility as it relates to whether you consume double chocolate fudge brownies with caramel and marshmallow swirled in is a little nerve wracking!! We talk a lot about taking responsibility for the way we treat things and others and property and pets, but what about ourselves?
I'm reminded of the "parent license". The idea that you need a license to drive a car, but you don't need a license to parent. How about license to take care of your own body?
Have I gone to deep on this one? Have I entered into esoteric rhetoric? Is it "new age" to think that the missing link in diet success is personal responsibility? Responsibility for the care and upkeep of the only body you've got.
No lies here. Just thoughts. Thoughts to take responsibility for and to ponder.
When you add the idea of 'deciding', it puts the responsibility on you. Now the quote says "Look, you can be lazy or you can be intentional, but once you make up your mind, take personal responsibility for the out come." Holy crap! Personal responsibility.
Kind of freaky, isn't it? To think about personal responsibility as it relates to whether you consume double chocolate fudge brownies with caramel and marshmallow swirled in is a little nerve wracking!! We talk a lot about taking responsibility for the way we treat things and others and property and pets, but what about ourselves?
I'm reminded of the "parent license". The idea that you need a license to drive a car, but you don't need a license to parent. How about license to take care of your own body?
Have I gone to deep on this one? Have I entered into esoteric rhetoric? Is it "new age" to think that the missing link in diet success is personal responsibility? Responsibility for the care and upkeep of the only body you've got.
No lies here. Just thoughts. Thoughts to take responsibility for and to ponder.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Cindy Sostrong
This is Cindy Sostrong (names have been changed to protect the innocent) during one of our training sessions. We have a rule during our training sessions - No Self-Deprecating Comments. There are consequences for individuals who choose to break this rule. On this particular day, Cindy made the fatal mistake of saying she was weak. You see...she's not.
I relate to her - and so do you. We all do this. We view ourselves through cracked glasses. My butt is too big, my thighs are too wide, my belly is a pony keg, I'm not strong enough, I'm too strong. And the list goes on.
We look in the mirror and see the imperfection rather than perfection. Lie #13: I am less than... The lie that we don't measure up in some way.
THE TRUTH IS: each of us is made unique and in our individual uniqueness is perfection. There isn't a standard or a cookie cutter that allows you to match another. And yet, we insist on pressing our perfection against the cookie cutter. Stop pressing and start appreciating your greatness. Celebrate what makes you yummy - because you are.
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