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Day 1

Monday, July 26th, 2010

How many diets have you been on in your life?  If you’re like me, you lost count long ago.  I think what trips me up  is the dreaded “Day 1″.  There’s so much pressure knowing that today is going to be the make-or-break day that you change all of your habits and become the woman you are in your mind.  Sometimes I approach day 1 with hope and enthusiasm.  Other times, day 1 feels more like a sigh of resignation.  Perhaps I would do well to skip straight to day 12.  That’s enough time to be well on my way, or to have given up already.

Today, I’m having a stressful and hormonal day and I’m eating everything that doesn’t crawl away from me.  So this is not a ‘day 1′ Monday.  Which means that next week, I will want to regain control and build new healthy habits.

I’m resolving to quit having day ones.  I will make healthy choices today or I won’t.  Same with tomorrow.  My goal is evolution rather than revolution.  Perhaps if there’s no stake in the ground that says “today’s the big day!” then I can quit beating myself up and just generally do better.

What do you think?  A wise new perpective?  Or just rationalizing my carb intake?

Big Fat Reality Check

Monday, May 10th, 2010

“It’s okay to be fat.  So you’re fat.  Just be fat and shut up about it.”   – Roseanne

“Never eat more than you can lift.”  – Miss Piggy

“Attention to health is life’s greatest hindrance.”   – Plato

“Your body is the battlefield upon which you wage war against yourself.”   – Deepak Chopra

As you’re WELL aware, our society is obsessed with weight.  If you opened your eyes at all today, you’ve seen at least a dozen messages about weight loss products and celebrities who are either too skinny or who have packed on a few pounds.  Liposuction, hyper-obesity, bulimia, competitive eating…we are so screwed up.  According to Susan Jane Gilman in her awesome book, Kiss My Tiara, “Approximately 70% of the female population is on a diet at any given time.  More women diet than vote.”  That is insanity!

As someone who has struggled with weight my entire adult life, I have weight loss fatigue.  I’m sick to death of worrying about what I can’t eat.  If I never hear the word “carb” again, it will be too soon.  Remember when they thought that in the future, we would just have a pill to provide all of our nutrients rather than food?  I am so ready for that pill.  Then I could get a divorce from food and wash my hands of the entire subject.

When I look in the mirror, I don’t love what I see.  But I accept that this body has gotten me through a lot, including bringing two people into the world.  This body isn’t a piece of fine art.  I have a functional, working body.  And that’s just what it looks like.

Ultimately, your body is your body whether you love it hate it, so what’s the point of spending your entire life hating it?  Especially when there are roughly four million jillion things in the world more important that the size of our thighs.

Just imagine for a moment if the people of the world took all of the time and energy and money that we spend on trying to reshape our bodies and diverted it to something more worthwhile.  We could end poverty!  Or cancer!  Or hunger! (the non-self induced kind.)

We are better than this.  We are smarter than this.  So here’s what I propose.  We have to give ourselves and each other a break.  We should all eat a realistically healthy diet.  We should all move our bodies and break a sweat once in a while so that we feel vibrant.  And then we should all get over it and make something great out of our lives.  Fat asses be damned!  (Addendum to this proposal:  Anyone who critiques someone else’s body, especially for a living, is a shallow shitbird who should re-examine their life choices pronto.)

Please join me in raising a fork to kindness – to ourselves and to others.  And to looking a little farther out into the world than the tag in our jeans.

Some excellent articles on this topic:

Body Image – Knot Magazine

This Year, Let’s Call It Quits on the Nasty Nit-Picking – Jezebel

End the Fat Talk: Friends Don’t Let Friends Talk Fat – Care2

How to Love Your Gorgeous Goddessy Belly (or any other body part) – Mooky Chick

Body Image Concerns Hardwired into Women’s Brains – Discovery News

All Women Worry About Getting Fat, Study Suggests – LiveScience

If you like those, you’ll dig these sites too:

The Shape of a Mother

Any Body

We Are a Production!

Wednesday, February 17th, 2010

Before we had children, Willis and I used to eat out quite a bit.  Having two incomes and no kids is a nice life.  After G came along, we went out less, but still, he learned pretty early how to behave and going out was not that big of a deal.

This week, Willis said, “Everyone’s had a hard day.  Let’s go out for pizza.”  I thought it was sweet that he wanted to simplify the evening.  So I packed up the diaper bag and grabbed some puzzle books to keep G occupied and off we went.

As we were being shown to a table, I had one of those moments when you suddenly see yourself through the eyes of others.  Here we are – a rambunctious little boy with volume control issues, an infant with the potential to start crying at any moment, and their weary parents schlepping bags and bottles and a car seat.  We needed four seats for people plus two more to hold our coats and assorted crap.   In another time in my life, I would have looked at these people and thought that it would be courteous to others for them to stay out of restaurants.  And public places.

The meal went well.  G was antsy but well-behaved.  Pinky took a bottle and didn’t fuss. Willis and I were at our tag team best keeping this whole circus act under control.    We left the server a nice tip to make up for the mess.  By the time we ate, got everyone packed back up and back home, I was exhausted.  Going out is no longer the easier option.

Hello, Papa Johns?