Food Interruptus

A funny thing happened on my finger’s third adventure around the edge of the bowl of soon-to-be-truffles goo yesterday: I couldn’t lick. My head was saying, “You reserved the Points! Eat it!” But my stomach was saying, “Put that sugar crap in me and I promise you’ll be seeing it again real soon.” So I rinsed my finger(s) and made the truffles and washed the bowl without another taste.

It’s 9:15 and I’m still in my pjs. I plan to still be in my pjs when I head to the kitchen in a minute and make a batch of Peanut Blossom Cookies and Puppy Chow, both laden with chocolate and peanut butter, but both way too sweet (like the truffles) to really tempt me. I do plan to have for dessert later a piece of Hungry Girl’s 1-Point fudge with a scoop of Breyer’s double-churn fat-free vanilla ice cream.

Also on the menu tonight: ham and scalloped potatoes. My food strategy this year seems to be to mostly make stuff I don’t like or no longer eat. It was not something I did intentionally, but it’s working like a charm. Besides, there will be enough cheese, almonds and homemade bread to make me squirm in my seat later. Ya’ll know how I love me some cheese, almonds and bread more than chocolate and peanut butter (except PB2) any day.

While making the truffles yesterday, I had a moment where I really missed the days of mindless eating. When eating a truffle or two was nothing more than a precursor to the real dessert. When unwrapping Hershey Kisses for the cookies was a “one for the bowl, two for me” game. When cheese, crackers, nuts, and bread would just “hold me over” until dinner. I was lost in these thoughts when the UPS man delivered the sweater I ordered from Macy’s, a very clingy cardigan that I thought would look nice with my gray leggings and black boots. I took it out of the package and tried it on. Yup. It was clingy alright. Hugged, and I mean hugged, every inch of my mid section and butt.

As I looked at my body in the mirror, I realized I could miss the days of mindless eating all I wanted, but I was never going back there. I’d rather eat light and look like I look now than eat whatever I want and hide under layers and layers of clothing. Food doesn’t make me happy. A strong healthy body that accommodates a clingy cardigan does. (Just so we’re clear, I really am wearing a camisole under the sweater. I’m not THAT daring :))

So take that cheese and almonds and bread and truffles! I’ll try you, taste you, enjoy you in small bits for short moments, but I’ll enjoy my sweater for a long, long time.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and Joyous Kwanzaa everyone! Eat smart. Be well. May you be surrounded by peace and love this evening and always.

10 thoughts on “Food Interruptus

  1. Merry merry Christmas, Lynn! I love the post title! That is exactly how I feel now. Indulged a bit too much in the breakroom at work. But at some point, my stomach also rebelled, and I am really craving all my favorite healthy low-cal goodies!Thanks for all the inspiration!

  2. Your positive attitude is contagious. You look amazing, BTW in that clingy sweater. Thanks for the reminder – nothing tastes as good as thin feels. I’ll use your thoughts to carry me through Christmas dinner tomorrow and I’ll be much more selective as I think about those size 16s I desperately want to get back into. God bless you and Merry Christmas!

  3. I’ve been reading your blog for quite a while now, but this is the first I’ve ever commented. I just wanted to say thank you! For this particular entry (because its just what I needed to hear right now) and for just being an inspiration in general. Have a joyous and wonderful holiday 🙂

  4. The sweater looks great, and I love your outlook on food, that’s the real success overcoming the emotions that are associated with stuffing our pie-holes, still working on that one, and your posts help A TON!!!!

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