How did you fare for Easter? I am utterly without a sweet tooth, and I fared well as a result! It’s not fair, but mine is a starch tooth. Where some folks crave jellybeans and Reese’s Peanut butter cups, I crave Wendy’s Baconators on buns, and calzones and lasagnas.
This brings me to how I spent part of my Sunday.
I was in the kitchen experimenting with the second wave of my cheesecake experiment.
You don’t know much about me, but if there are two things I have always excelled at in the kitchen, it has been with lasagnas and cheesecakes (at least in the high-carb world). Both are my signature dishes for both my family and with friends. This is why, when I was able to nail down a low-carb lasagna, my family was ecstatic. My taste buds were ecstatic.
That leaves the cheesecake.
Yes, I know there are wonderful cheesecake recipes out there available online. I hope mine will be considered among them for its ease, flavor and texture. These are important to me. As of yesterday, I have the texture and the ease… I’m still working on the flavor, and I’m *almost* there.
You’ll be the first to know.
This is where the two blueberries magically appear
I know sometimes the titles make no sense. “How the heck do two blueberries have anything to do with anything else?” Note that I am a woman of intrigue. Like the chick from Get Smart. No. I’m Maxwell Smart, minus the shoe phone (ATT voided my plan when I kept stepping on my phone).
When I’m trying recipes in the kitchen, I have to try them, too. It’s no use making something and not sampling it (minimally). I mean, if it tastes like crap (the crouton experiment of 2008 started my oven on fire and then tasted flame-broiled), and you weren’t alerted by flames…or the smoke detector… or Smokey the Bear… you have no clue how it turned out if you at least didn’t sample it.
Segue to… Food journal.
I don’t keep one.
I used a food journal the last time I followed Atkins. Keeping track via journaling caused me to hyper-obsess about what I was eating, and I usually panicked every time I ate over 500 calories. I was literally obsessed over the numbers for the entire time, and this made the experience a very negative one for me. As a perfectionist, I became obsessed with what I was eating to the point that I ate primarily eggs. As a result, I also cheated constantly, making myself terribly ill and often having to restart to maintain. In the end, the perfection and the obsession caused me to take a year-long hiatus from low-carbing. Food journaling did not help me– in my case, it hurt the lifestyle I should have been building and created an obsessive crash diet in its place.
For me, the less I pay attention to the fact that this is also a ‘diet’, the more I can enjoy the lifestyle. I have let go of my perfectionism, and I have begun to enjoy food again! I am having a fantastic time, and am losing faster than ever now as a result of using this as a lifestyle and because I’m listening to hunger and to my body and not making arbitrary plans for what I think I need.
I eat when hungry and stop when no longer hungry (though not when full, because that means one is sometimes eating more than the body requires for fuel). I easily keep mental track of ounces of cheese and other items I’m eating, even from recipes. After being an Atkineer from 1984 onward, you know these things by heart! I eat pretty much what I want to, keeping in mind that vegetables are non-negotiable. As a result, if I want pizza, there will be vegetables involved!
I’ve lost 57 pounds since January 1st, so it has definitely positively affected my weight loss.
So, here come the blueberries like little Oompah Loompahs (only blue instead of Jessica impson orange). I ate *gasp* two on a small slice of cheesecake I sampled. Did I regret it? Oh hell no. Two blueberries. Two. I even ate four stuffed mushroom caps I was experimenting with.
For whatever reason, the words, there on paper, in a journal I used to keep showing 2 blueberries and a few mushroom caps when not hungry would have killed me emotionally.
Now I’m like, “So what?” I didn’t go nuts, and I walked on the treadmill, so I’m still losing weight. I feel like I’ve been more healthy emotionally this time around because I’m not obsessing about the two blueberries and four stuffed mushrooms.
Now, some folks might call that a “cheat” anyway.
I say pish.
I think the whole *grabs my face* cheating thing is just abjectly frustrating. It makes it seem as though rational adults cannot enjoy some of the finer things in life without having committed some errant Cardinal sin.
I refuse to ever use the word ‘cheat’.
What is cheating?
Cheating is taking answers to a test that are not yours.
Cheating is infidelity, to a person, a way of life or to a cause (wearing a leather coat when you’re not at your PETA meeting).
Cheating implies a pejorative action in an underhanded way.
Am I underhanded in my eating? Do I undermine what is socially acceptable in my choice to eat two blueberries and four stuffed mushroom caps when not hungry?
I say heck no. Am I a bad example of a low-carb, out of control lifestyle, or am I making measured and conscientious decisions based on my personal life and life experiences?
I’m sorry, but we’re grown. We’re taxpayers, and we subject ourselves to the yardsticks of others based on the fact that we’re supposedly climbing onto and down from some make-believe wagon that so many claim to fall off of. There’s no wagon, folks! This is a lifestyle. For life. This is the long-haul. If I can’t occasionally enjoy something for the sake of what it is, what’s the point?
If I can control your food choices on occasion, what is the big deal? I exercise. I eat everything else on-plan. A calzone every 2-3 months isn’t going to cause me to sprout a third butt cheek so long as I: 1. have eating under control the rest of the time (I do); 2. do not suffer from an eating disorder (I don’t); 3. do not suffer from chemical issues which would bring on further binging (I don’t); and 4. get back on plan with the next meal, exercise and live a healthy lifestyle (I do).
I’m not advocating people eat off-plan. I’m trying to shift a few paradigms and create some understanding. I don’t need a food journal to keep me on a healthy path, and I can partake in the occasional high-starch meal without detriment.
What have your experiences been?
I didn’t go to TOP
S last week due to familial flu. I had it and so did two of the kids. I went nowhere. We were all fine by Tuesday, and even Monday night I hit the treadmill.
I am down 7 more pounds this week.
Since I was gone last week, they generally split the 7 pound loss in two, so I’ll register with a 3.5 pound loss for the week. Who’s complaining? Not this girl!