I’ll acknowledge, hiding a package of cookies in my bedroom wasn’t a good strategy in my effort to lose weight, but I thought, out of sight, out of mind. The first night, I ate five; vanilla wafers cradling a double layer of chocolate fudge. Just one cookie quickly slipped into five. Perhaps I wasn’t quite as committed to this new weight loss plan as I had thought.
For a long time… ok, basically, since the last time I walked out of gym class in high school, I have struggled with my weight. Lots of reasons for this, but primarily, because I like to sit and read, sit and sew, sit and write. Are you seeing a pattern here? The only thing I like to stand for is cooking! I love everything about food – shopping for it, cooking it and of course, eating it. And a lot of it, with butter, flour, sugar, salt…
I won’t say that food influences much of my life, but my movie friends and I picked Tuesdays to see the latest flicks, because it has $2 concessions that day. That’s right, $2 popcorn, all you can eat, all the fake melted butter you can add. That’s why we see movies on Tuesdays.
So recently, a friend recommended I check out the Paleo diet, also called the “cave man” diet. Think the original hunters and gatherers. It’s really high on lean meat/ chicken/ fish and fruits and vegetables, minus peas, beans, corn and potatoes. Also forget about any legumes, grains and dairy – those are all foods farmers gave us – another reason I love farmers! It sort of puts the kibosh on a grilled cheese sandwich, just as we’re moving into that weather. Oh, I forgot to mention – no salt or sugar; not even honey.
I read up on it and had the six weeks of traveling to adjust my attitude. I was ready to commence, even though I hated to give up my breakfast of oatmeal and blueberries (and lots of brown sugar). Nope, now I would be eating steak, or maybe a serving of salmon along with my fruit first thing in the morning. Yeah, right.
Like my one egg a day, I cracked. On just the fifth day. Oh sure, I’ve dropped a couple of pounds; spending all that time in the bathroom has to have some benefit. And I felt full. But what is full without satisfied? I craved salt on that dried, skinless chicken breast, and yearned for just a wee bit of sweetness with the cranberries. And I was grumpy; almost a new low for me, and I do grumpy well.
So something had to give. When I made an emergency run at 3:00 in the afternoon to the convenience store for the doughnut with the least amount of smooshed fingerprints in the frosting, I knew I was near a crisis. I searched the web for cave woman crisis hotlines, but couldn’t find anything. Instead, I bought some milk for my morning oatmeal. I was never meant to eat like a cave woman, though I admit, I can also stop eating like a tri-athlete in training. Fortunately, I have no health problems, no achey joints, and take no medications. I need to find a way to make that last as long as it can. Maybe I even need to change my movie day.
In closing, going to bed a bit hungry and walking away from the table less than satisfied served as a good reminder of the people who experience this every day. Please be kind to your local food bank this giving season, and all year long.