I Just Don’t Like It

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I know what worked for me.  Drinking only water for a beverage and limiting my sweets consumption to one dessert a day (which equaled to one serving, split three times).  Seven years ago, I did this, and I was the thinnest I’d ever been.  A friend of mine does the primal/paleo lifestyle (I’m still not sure what the difference is), and it’s worked for her.  It won’t work for me because it’s not something I will stick with.  it is a natural food.  I am not a big fan of sweet potatoes.  I’ve tried to be.  Just like I’ve tried to be a fan of avocados and bananas, but I’m just not.  I don’t even like guacamole (I do like banana pudding, but that defeats the purpose).  I like my hamburgers in buns, not wrapped in lettuce, and certain things just taste better fried (like certain kinds of fish).

I love my Southern style sweet tea and Mexican Coca Cola out of the bottle.  I have wanted to cut back, but cravings are strong.  I’ve heard the only way to get rid of a craving is to satisfy it, but I’ve realized I just need to ignore it–go do something else.  I hate the taste of unsweet tea and Diet Coke (which, in my opinion, is just as bad for you, but in a different way).  People say you get used to it, but if I have to get used to it, it doesn’t taste good to begin with.  I’d rather just drink water, which, as long as it’s cold and clean (purified rather than spring), always tastes good.  I know I don’t drink enough of it because I drink the other stuff.

I’ve been trying so hard to like things I don’t (I’ve always been a vegetable person, never a fruit person), that I know I need to concentrate on eating more of the good-for-you things I like.  There are plenty out there.

I have heard that one of the reasons men lose weight easier is that they tend to cut things out completely, whereas women try to substitute, or have their chocolate cake and eat it, too.  Larabars just don’t do it for me.  I’d rather have less of what I like than more of what I don’t.

I tried making a pancake with almond flour, and it was awful.  Gritty and not at all fluffy.  I bought some of Van’s gluten-free waffles, and I couldn’t finish them.  They made me gag, so I had to throw them out.  I don’t make enough money to experiment with expensive ingredients.  Someday, I’ll learn how to make a cake with coconut flour and honey, but it’s just not a good time right now; what purpose would it serve, considering I work in a diner where all their delicious pies are homemade and half-off to employees?

I just have to do the best I can with what I have.  To go paleo, I’d have to eat more meat.  I’d feel better about doing that if I could buy healthier meat, and I’m not quite there yet with the prices of organic chicken and grass-fed beef.  I will, however, buy it to make baby food for my daughter.

There is one thing I learned from experience seven years ago, and that is that if you’re strict with your diet, you can stay slim without exercising (though I don’t know how healthy you’ll be), but you can’t eat whatever you want and just work it off, unless you train like an Olympian.  I just need to find that fitness-nutrition balance.

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Moving the Goal Posts

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So I spent my New Year’s watching the “Twilight Zone” marathon on the Sci-Fi channel.  I didn’t make black-eyed peas (I prefer field peas, even though I don’t know what the difference is).  I have also since decided that coming up with a healthy menu I will stick to isn’t easy.  No matter how hard I’ve tried, I just don’t like cold cereal (or bananas, for that matter, or fruit much in general), though I don’t relish the thought of eating eggs everyday.  I have also decided that unless a dessert has chocolate in it, I may as well save my calories.

My breakfast of choice growing up was a chocolate milk and a brownie.  Every morning, before my dad dropped me off at Pensacola Christian School, we’d stop by Delchamps and I’d get just that.  Let’s just say that my stories, “A Cafeteria Thanksgiving” and “A Trashcan Christmas”, were inspired by my family–the gift that keeps on giving (when it comes to my writing).  My dad burned everything and the only thing my mother knew how to cook was goulash (which was interesting, as we weren’t even Hungarian).

I read somewhere than men are more successful at losing weight because they just give up stuff altogether, rather than trying to find substitutions.  See, I am already thinking about making almond flour brownies to last for a week’s worth of breakfasts.  However, Diet Coke is still a no-go for me.

We are getting back on track with our spending (mainly, because we don’t have it to spend, which, in turn, is helping clean out our fridge, freezer and pantry).  Since Apple Market doesn’t offer their $5 off $50 or $10 off $75 dollar coupons, which Publix accepted, we don’t feel bound to spend at least that much whenever we go to the store.  I much prefer to buy as I need, and stock up on the staples when they’re on sale.  Less food goes to waste that way.

We’re slowly getting back on track with a lot of things; our tax refund will help us get there quicker.  Sometimes you just need a shot in the arm (pardon the cliché) to get ahead.  I know I need a plasectomy (as Dave Ramsey calls it), but I’m not ready to give up my Kohl’s and Target card.

Not yet.