Now that I am feeling better, I am on a roll.
Wish I could have a roll, like a cinnamon or sweet roll
today. One of those large, buttery, spiral rolls where you can unravel them and
eat them slowly to savor the flavors. I recently
gave up sweets and desserts during the week.
Only on the weekend can I allow myself to indulge in sweet treats. I decided to place myself on this dietary restriction
because it will work best for me. I am
healthy and want to stay healthy and know that I tend to overindulge.
Three weeks ago, I went to the doctor and had a complete
physical. The doctor I saw is fairly new
to me, as my previous physician left the clinic and I needed to find a
replacement. I had only seen the current
doctor for drop in visits, but I chose him for my new primary physician because
he took time to listen to my concerns and helped me make a plan to improve my health. When the medical assistant had me step on the
scale, fear temporarily paralyzed me. I
knew that my pants were tight and I had picked up a bad habit of frequenting
drive-thru fast food restaurants for a large sweet tea. When the weather’s warm, a sweet tea hits the
spot. Anyway, I knew that those
drive-thru runs were not calorie free and that sometimes I got something to
snack on (what good is a sweet tea if you can’t use it to wash down a French fry?!). The scale is a lie. My shoes are heavy, the belt I have on has a
metal buckle that must weigh like a pound, or perhaps my jeans are heavy
because the denim is sturdy. Truth be
told, I needed to lose some weight.
The bright spot in having the complete physical was when I received
the lab report that I was healthy. No
anemia, no diabetes, no high cholesterol.
I was shocked, because I prefer Applewood smoked pork bacon to turkey
bacon. The premium ice cream I ate was
full of saturated fat. Reading labels
did not stop me from having a bowl of that ice cream with freshly baked
chocolate chip cookies as ornaments.
But, even with my dietary negatives, I had a great lab report. The only thing that was keeping me from
getting healthy was me.
To stay healthy, I decided right then and there sitting in
the hard plastic examining room chair, I would make some changes. One big change was to decrease certain foods
in my diet, one dessert at a time.
In my world, the bigger the slice of cake the better. My concept of serving sizes is three times bigger than suggested serving sizes. The bigger the bag of potato chips, more
power to me. People that know me well
know that I keep a bag of Lay’s. They
also know not to dig all up in my bag like they bought it. That will infuriate me fast, zero to a
hundred fast. There is not a cake, pie,
cookie, ice cream, or tart that I do not like.
After cooking a good meal, I try to pair a good dessert with it. When making spaghetti, which I make spicy, I
like to cool off the heat with a bowl of ice cream. After chicken Caesar salad, I feel entitled
to indulge with a hunk of German chocolate cake.
After the physical, I discussed weight loss with the
doctor. Confessing to him out loud that
I ate dessert almost every evening, I heard myself clearly state how much I was
eating sweets. Flashbacks of ginormous
bowls of rich vanilla ice cream, pretty but deadly petite bakery cupcakes in
flavors like key lime pie and banana split, and my favorite huge raisin studded
breakfast rolls. I made the decision
right then and there that I would not eat dessert during the week. To fight the temptation, I would not buy the
sugary treats during the week. I decided
that was where I would start in my diet overhaul. The doctor nodded and agreed with me that I
could do it. That made me like the guy
even more!
Already, I notice a difference in my weight. I do not own a scale. I noticed how my clothing fits a little looser. So I keep denying myself desserts during the week.
Next stop, Lay’s potato chips anonymous. Who am I kidding? That will not happen any time soon.
What foods tempt you and you have to fight off because you
know eating them if bad for you?
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