Just wondering about a couple of things. Yesterday the breakroom at work was a lollapalooza. I walked in at 7am and the table was covered with cookies, brownies and candy. I made some comment about ‘will someone get rid of that sugarfest in the next ten minutes?’ But of course, no one did. And of course, I HAD THE CHOICE to not go back in the breakroom, but of course I did, fully intent on eating some of that stuff (didn’t quite fit into my ‘minimize wheat and sugar’ goal…) So my first wondering is about when I retire. Because it seems like the breakroom at work is my achilles heel. So when I retire, will my eating vastly improve, or will I find another outlet to eat way too many sweets and goodies? And the way I ate yesterday– 3477869382 cookies and brownies– brings up the other thing I’ve been wondering about.
I have been seriously reading the ‘Intuitive Eating’ book since we had that little discussion a few months ago. When I am completely done reading, I plan to do a review of it. But this one point is really making me ponder my own self. I’m not sure I can describe this correctly, but I’ll give it a try. In the book they describe some dieters who have a ‘last supper’ mentality. These dieters believe that certain foods should be banned forever, so that when they are confronted with those foods, they eat them like it is the last time they will ever get to eat them. I’ve never thought I was like this. I know certain foods are ‘triggers’ for me, and so I avoid them. But I am wondering if, deep down, I do have this mentality, and that is why I eat ridiculous amounts of them at times.
Oh, the human brain is a mysterious and complex invention.
You all might be interested in how several of my co-workers reacted to the breakroom. One girl is very slender ‘naturally.’ But she works at eating really healthy food, works out regularly, and had mentioned just a couple of days ago that she doesn’t eat sugar anymore. This is the same girl that had ‘mentored’ me when I started losing weight by gently providing information about good food choices. I don’t believe she touched any of the goodies.
The second girl has also been slender as long as I’ve known her. She took one brownie and enjoyed it with a good cup of coffee. We talked about the temptation of all the stuff, but that is all she took. She had a second cup of coffee in the afternoon, but she walked out of the breakroom sans goodie. She exercises regularly–yoga is her favorite–and she also actively works at making really healthy but tasty food choices.
The third girl is the most athletic of all. In fact, when I was quizzing her, she said she went to the gym 3 days/week and lifted weights, and did spin class 2 of those days. Two days a week she runs 5-6 miles. And almost every day she goes out and rides her horse. She actually looks like an athlete, like a body builder. But when she came back from her morning break, she said, ‘well, that was a bust.’ And described all the goodies she had eaten. I have talked to her about this before, and I talked to her again yesterday. And she said it is a terrible problem for her. And when she eats like that, it is difficult for her to get back on track. (She eats EXTREMELY clean otherwise. I have observed her for 22 years, and have never seen her bring anything to eat except a large protein filled salad for lunch, and an equally nutritious breakfast.)
I don’t know. I guess its just interesting to me. Encouraging that someone who is in such great shape and seems so disciplined, can still have a ‘problem’ and yet still maintains an overall very healthy profile. I’d like to become more like the second girl [do you like how I call all my middle-aged lady friends girls.’] I’d like to enjoy a treat once in a while, IN MODERATION, and continue on. Sometimes I do this and sometimes I don’t.
This working every other day is tiring. But I’m off to a quilt class with a good friend. Plan to relax there, so might not get too much accomplished, but it will be fun to hang out with my friend. Gonna try to fit in a walk with Noah and a workout at the gym beforehand, so I’d best get a move on!