I got back on the clean-eating wagon yesterday after a 3-day “No Formal Exercise and Carb Fest” in NYC and CT. While I didn’t go crazy by most standards, I was definitely off my food game.
As you know from my last blog, I carbed up a bit in NYC on Thursday and Friday, but had no regrets. Fighting a slight hangover and lack of sleep, I drove to CT early Saturday morning from NYC armed with little more than a bag of cheddar and sour cream Baked Lays and Hershey Kisses. I arrived at Diva AJ’s around 10 a.m., and after much hugging and photo taking, AJ, Sondra, Kick and I went to a beautiful park where we talked, got rained on, and ate hummus, rice crackers, plums and pears, and sipped on fruit beer.
At the grocery store on our way back to AJ’s, I vowed to eat no more breads/crackers/chips/fruit for the rest of the night and made a salad at the salad bar for dinner. (I believe my words were, “My kingdom for some spinach!”) Still, the damage was done. I looked four months pregnant from the bloat and knew I could do little else but wait it out.
Today’s post over at MizFit (Big Dietary Changes One Small Step At A Time) is all about cleaning up your eating without a formal “diet plan.” I especially loved this part of her acronym:
“Intuitive eating. Start this one today. Slowly. Listen to what your body is saying. Pay attention to how you feel after eating certain foods. JOURNAL. For me this isn’t journaling *caloric intake* but feelings. Noting how, when I crave sweets, it’s mainly AFTER I’ve had a high processed carbohydrate meal.”
Amen, Miz. It wasn’t until recently (as in the last year) that I actually paid attention to how my body responds to overdoses of carbs. I just thought everyone got bloaty at the end of the day. Umm…no. They don’t. Everyone’s bodies are different in how they respond to carbs, and mine just happens to be very sensitive.
Armed with this awareness, I (usually) limit my bread/pasta/stuff-like-that and fruit intake to no more than two of each every day. I’ll add a starchy veggie once in awhile (regular potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn on the cob), but not every day. Doing this has kept my weight steady for a year. I don’t see the same kind of 2- and 3-pound swings I used to see. Now, day to day, the scale goes up and down in much smaller increments. Most of all, I feel it in my gut. I’m not loosening the belt after 3 p.m. anymore.
This morning, the scale was up 1.6 from last Monday, but it’s all good. No scale freakouts, just getting back on my game. Starting with a typical breakfast and an exercise plan.
Necessity is the mother of invention, and this morning I invented what I think is my new favorite smoothie.
I didn’t buy anything last week that we couldn’t eat before we left or could take along with us because there’s nothing worse than coming home to rotting food. Because Larry’s only mission at the grocery store last night was to get a few veggies, the fridge is pretty bare except for some Greek yogurt and lite soy milk, a handful of frozen berries and a peach: a hearty little soldier that rolled around in the back of the Jeep all weekend. I tossed them all (along with a little stevia) in my smoothie container and turned on the hand mixer. It was a little runny, but the peach added such an awesome flavor I think I’ll ripen all peaches from now on in the back of the Jeep.