The Freak to Eat: Saved by Salsa
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threadwalkerNutrition/fitness chatter.
I haven't been food blogging much lately. I'm comfy in my boundaries. I like fruit/veg, lean meat and high fiber stuff. I am mostly contained around carbs and have reintroduced high-fiber carbs in a very controlled fashion, more or less. That's my zone and I like it.
Unfortunately, you can't undo a life-time of brainwashing. And when it comes to food, I'm just a slacker cloaked as a ... a.. non-slacker? (what do you call a non-slacker?) Anyway
yeah.. so I've been so freaking inspired and within my boundaries about food and I got my weight within spitting distance of 140 lb. I haven't been 140 since I was Princess of the Mists.. yeah... THAT long ago.
And then there was the audit at work and a whole lotta "other" stress. I got casual about calorie counting because I burn so many working out, it's easy to be lazy. Then I let the evil cookie carbs leak back into my diet. It crept in with the usual justifications - "just one", or "I deserve it" or "I'll run tonight" or "I got shanghied by this audit with no other option rather than go hungry so gimme cookies", etc. It's a slippery slope.
Interesting to note to myself, I can actually SEE the 4-5 lb I regained. And I feel different, too. My middle feels smooshy. And my jeans "fit" instead of being a little on the loose side. I like loose; no like "fit".
Anyway, in the freak-out of all freak-outs today, I caught myself thinking about running down to the cafe off site and getting one of my all time favorite cookies - chocolate pecan. My brain was convinced that "cookie = stress reduction".
Not really and I would have hated myself afterwards. And in reality, I think the part where I "leave" site was the emotionally appealing aspect, it was just cloaked in cookie-goodness. The really disturbing part is where my brain was totally comfy with it: oh right. when we're stressed, we go get yummy baked goods.
HOLD it! What? Since when? I thought I stomped that out? But old habits die hard.
What did I do? I got up and left my office. I took a 5 minute walk outside, stretched, absorbed some sunshine and opted for a Diet Coke as the lesser evil. THEN I pulled out the bell peppers and salsa verde I'd brought for lunch and chomped on those. Nom nom nom. I love salsa. I'd gotten lazy and stopped packing it.. but I have missed it. There was a brief moment where I inhaled salsa verde up my nose and it burned my nose and upper throat out, but that's passed and the mess was easy to clean up. I'm not even sure what I was doing at the time; one moment I'm reading something on line and the next I'm sneezing salsa and trying to gag it out of my upper throat area. And boy oh boy, that stuff burns when it gets lodged into a spot not intended for peppers. (yeah.. I'm just a ton of fun to work near. When I'm not yelling patiently at Barry on the phone or exchanging shouted insults with Larry through our office walls, I'm noisily killing myself with salsa. Yay QA Slap Stick!)
And then I went back to work just to prove to myself that I could get SOMETHING unrelated to the audit done today.
So there it is. I caught the cookie incursion a little later than "nipped in the bud", but before it spun me and I had to work really hard to undo it.
Bring on the Salsa!
I haven't been food blogging much lately. I'm comfy in my boundaries. I like fruit/veg, lean meat and high fiber stuff. I am mostly contained around carbs and have reintroduced high-fiber carbs in a very controlled fashion, more or less. That's my zone and I like it.
Unfortunately, you can't undo a life-time of brainwashing. And when it comes to food, I'm just a slacker cloaked as a ... a.. non-slacker? (what do you call a non-slacker?) Anyway
yeah.. so I've been so freaking inspired and within my boundaries about food and I got my weight within spitting distance of 140 lb. I haven't been 140 since I was Princess of the Mists.. yeah... THAT long ago.
And then there was the audit at work and a whole lotta "other" stress. I got casual about calorie counting because I burn so many working out, it's easy to be lazy. Then I let the evil cookie carbs leak back into my diet. It crept in with the usual justifications - "just one", or "I deserve it" or "I'll run tonight" or "I got shanghied by this audit with no other option rather than go hungry so gimme cookies", etc. It's a slippery slope.
Interesting to note to myself, I can actually SEE the 4-5 lb I regained. And I feel different, too. My middle feels smooshy. And my jeans "fit" instead of being a little on the loose side. I like loose; no like "fit".
Anyway, in the freak-out of all freak-outs today, I caught myself thinking about running down to the cafe off site and getting one of my all time favorite cookies - chocolate pecan. My brain was convinced that "cookie = stress reduction".
Not really and I would have hated myself afterwards. And in reality, I think the part where I "leave" site was the emotionally appealing aspect, it was just cloaked in cookie-goodness. The really disturbing part is where my brain was totally comfy with it: oh right. when we're stressed, we go get yummy baked goods.
HOLD it! What? Since when? I thought I stomped that out? But old habits die hard.
What did I do? I got up and left my office. I took a 5 minute walk outside, stretched, absorbed some sunshine and opted for a Diet Coke as the lesser evil. THEN I pulled out the bell peppers and salsa verde I'd brought for lunch and chomped on those. Nom nom nom. I love salsa. I'd gotten lazy and stopped packing it.. but I have missed it. There was a brief moment where I inhaled salsa verde up my nose and it burned my nose and upper throat out, but that's passed and the mess was easy to clean up. I'm not even sure what I was doing at the time; one moment I'm reading something on line and the next I'm sneezing salsa and trying to gag it out of my upper throat area. And boy oh boy, that stuff burns when it gets lodged into a spot not intended for peppers. (yeah.. I'm just a ton of fun to work near. When I'm not yelling patiently at Barry on the phone or exchanging shouted insults with Larry through our office walls, I'm noisily killing myself with salsa. Yay QA Slap Stick!)
And then I went back to work just to prove to myself that I could get SOMETHING unrelated to the audit done today.
So there it is. I caught the cookie incursion a little later than "nipped in the bud", but before it spun me and I had to work really hard to undo it.
Bring on the Salsa!
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Date: 2008-07-31 12:43 am (UTC)It's funny, these 10 pounds I gained out here - coming *down* I was delighted to be this weight, going up...different story. They feel different on this side, sort of like your 4-5 pounds.
But they're coming off now, just like yours. Yay!
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Date: 2008-07-31 11:41 pm (UTC)Snorting Salsa, not a good idea, lol...I also really don't advise putting away of exteremly hot sauce your hubby left on the counter and then going to the bathroom, not realizing that the hot sauce was all over the bottle you just put back into the fridge..Holy cow! My biscuits were burning and I had no idea what was going on! Scared the dickens out of me and boy oh boy did it hurt!
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Date: 2008-07-31 11:44 pm (UTC)go kick scott!
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Date: 2008-08-01 12:02 am (UTC)Kick Scott huh? I'm too annoyed with roommate right now if I were to kick my sweetie pie I might end up hurting him. I think I need a punching bag!
But yes, I am going to ask Scott to make his salsa, it's so freaking yummy!