// January 23rd, 2009 // No Comments » // life the universe and everything, personal
I hate dieting.
I really, really do. I hate depriving myself of anything. I’m a hedonist; seek pleasure, avoid pain. I have taste-buds that like to carol in ecstasy of a rich ganache or a well-grilled piece of beef. I like food and food likes me.
I’m that girl who never loses her appetite. I woke up from having a spinal fusion last May and wanted dinner! I can have to flu and I’ll be in the kitchen making my special “I’m sick” soup.
But I’m also in my late 30s, have had kids and have a desk job. Combine all those things and you get a metabolism that rivals the three-toed sloth. So I ran some numbers; height, weight, BMR, measurement. The whole nine. The numbers didn’t look good. I needed to lose weight.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
So, I found out what my BMR is, and trust me, I’ll spare you the details, but I’m pretty sure my 8 lb. rabbit gets to eat more calories per day. And that’s just to MAINTAIN my weight. If I want to improve that BMI number, then I’m going to have to lower that number on the scale. That mean reducing calorie intake and increasing exercise.
Ugh!
What exactly do I no like about dieting. First of all I hate being hungry. “Oh, you’re only hungry for about three weeks and then you’ve adjusted to your new eating habits.” Well I’m in that third week right now and I’m about ready to eat this cardboard box next to me. I don’t bring money to work, so I’ve avoided the siren song of the vending machines, but I see them over there in the hallway eyeballing me. Ogling. Darn them…darn them all to Heck!
Next up; the obsessive disorder that happens when I diet. Since I have to track EVERY thing that goes into my mouth, and it’s been about ten years since I’ve last done that I have to write down every iota of information on that nutritional panel. If I’m eating produce I need it weighed and looked up on livestrong.com/thedailyplate. I track the 2 calories in each 8 oz. cup of coffee.
Everything. It’s exhausting!
I’m using the Phone-of-Doom with the “MyPersonalDiet” app to track my meals, measurements, exercise and goals…oh, and weight. And I guess that in a few months, once I’ve already entered every morsel of food that I ingest once, it’ll be quicker to just pull it up from my created database of foods, but that’s not helping me (and my hunger) right now.
Right now I spend a lot of time entering in nutritional information.
Have I lost any weight. Yes, I’ve lost close to the recommended two pounds per week for the past three weeks. Not exactly six pounds, but I’m in the ballpark. So the neurotic behaviour is working, but I’m not enjoying it.
Not one bit.
There is a saying; “Nothing tastes as good as thin feels.” Bollocks. I know some pretty tasty things!