Thursday, February 26, 2009

Human Food Disposal

I'm back!!!! So soon you say. What could the occasion be? Well thanks to Kristin aka Homegrownrose on Ravelry we've been challenged to blog everyday through the end of March. How's that for a kick in the pants, uh... I mean motivation. So to kick things off, let's start with a little transparency.

I'm in the process of "trying" to lose some weight, well more exactly some inches. My weight is fairly normal, but the fat in places it didn't use to be is starting to bother me. So I decided that I wanted to fit into the bikini that I bought two years ago, and have never worn. Well that's all well and good, except I have a slight eating problem. That being said, I eat whatever is around, literally. Take today for example. My Mocha Moms group had a meeting and I do the snacks, and fortunately they were healthy, because we had Sarah from the Diabetes Association of Atlanta, Inc. speaking to us about nothing other than....that's right diabetes and healthy eating.

Well, we had lovely croissant sandwiches with Rotisserie style thinly sliced chicken breast, with lots of fresh veggies, and baked veggie chips, and a vegan Red Velvet cake from Meri's. So you say what's the bad in that. Well I had two sandwiches. One while the ladies were here, and then another when the girls got home from school, about 2 hours later. Then I had a small (and that is the truth) slice of cake. But for dinner. ARGH!!! I had a bowl of oatmeal, a bowl of ramen noodles, and two orange rolls. Not what I had planned, that would be the nice, lovely, healthy portion chicken fajita, with black beans and corn. Sad thing is I almost ate that too.

Where does this out of control, neurotic eating behavior stem from you ask. Well I hate having leftovers and the fridge is full of them. Nor can I stand to throw food away, it seems to wasteful and I just wasn't raised to throw out good food. Too many of those "poor children in Africa, who would appreciate this food" speeches in my youth I suppose. Sometimes I eat, emotionally, as like a crutch, a support when I'm down, food is a pick me up. <-That is so not a good attitude toward food.

Enough confession, I am exhausted. Don't worry though, I won't go and raid the kitchen, I've got my glass of water and if anything I'll have some trail mix later. We'll catch up more tomorrow.

Be Blessed

1 comment:

Kristin said...

I tend to be an emotional eater too. Kudos on working on things for you! That's inspiring! :) Can't wait to read more blog entries :)

Hugs