Nibbles Nibbles Nibbles
Thursday, October 20, 2011
I can't complain about my results on the scale this week, as I somehow managed to lose another 6.5-7 pounds, making my total weight loss thus far 54 pounds. But I will say that one thing I've noticed myself struggling with in this stage of my dieting program is a bad case of the nibbles!
I have mentioned that I've been through all this before, as I went through a very strict diet program for a little over a year a few years back. One thing I remember from that is the stage I'm in now, that oh-it's-been-so-long-since-I-h
ad-a-bite-of-[insert evil food here]. I am sure anyone who is dieting and very carefully watching their food intake would agree that much of your success is determined by the mental mind-speak that goes on inside your head when it comes to food. One of the evil things my mind says to me is, "Wait... are you seriously saying you will NEVER eat that food again? But it looks SOOOOOOOO GOOOOOD. And remember how much you loved it? Surely one bite isn't gonna hurt you. C'mon... just one bite!" Now, tell me I'm the only one with voices in my head! Right.
I do most of my grocery shopping at Kroger, mostly because it is close to our tiny 300-person metropolis, they have a lot of clearances and sales, and I've gone there so many times that I can almost shop without even looking because I know exactly where everything is. The problem I have with Kroger are those darn little domed sample podium things that are scattered around throughout the store. The one at the produce section isn't so bad, as long as I just take a sliver of apple and ignore the caramel dip they're trying to sell me. But then there are the ones in that bakery, that Hades of sugar and flour and all things fattening. Don't they know how hard it is for a dieter to walk past a tray of free chocolate-chocolate double-fudge cookies? Sure they do. After all, they have to sell cookies, and who better to sell them to than the cookie deprived? Fortunately, I've managed to walk past most of the bakery samplers. I can't say, though, that I am as successful near the salty areas of the store, like the deli or the chip aisle or the sampler the ambushed me in the meat section today with soft pretzels and nacho cheese dip. A person with a case of the nibbles should not be anywhere free trays full of them.
But it doesn't stop there. My husband is unfortunately a very good cook. I know, I know...who wouldn't kill for a younger man with gorgeous brown eyes who also knows his way around a kitchen? I, of all people, admire his kitchen skills since I'm such a terrible cook that it's probably a felony for me to turn on the stove. Anyway, I say "unfortunately" because he's SUCH a good cook that I often cannot avoid the temptation to grab a nibble of his culinary masterpieces when I stroll through the kitchen on the way to retrieve my Lean Pocket from the microwave. Today, I fell victim to a casserole he made, but I suppose I should be proud of myself for quenching my nibbles with just a couple of bites. Trust me, things could have gotten a lot worse, because there are few things in life that I find as tempting as anything with cheese and potatoes in it.
There are people in the world who suffer from addictions, whether it be to alcohol, drugs, or a variety of other things. I know there are people who have been officially diagnosed with food addictions, and I won't go so far as to say I fall into that category. The problem for us is that unlike those who are addicted to things like alcohol and drugs, we cannot simply avoid the object of our affection or addiction. As far as I know, cigarettes and whiskey are not necessary for survival. Food, on the other hand, is, and that means we are forced to expose ourselves to it each and every day. So, the nibbles are bound to happen. When they do, I think it's important to listen to that evil voice inside your head. One bite probably ISN'T going to kill you, as long as you stop there and make sure you hold yourself accountable for it and compensate where you can with exercise or eating less of something else or even washing it down with a big glass of water. In spite of the pretzel with cheese and that casserole I succumbed to today in an attempt to quench my nibbles, my caloric intake isn't out of bounds, and I've still moved past that 50+ pounds lost mark, so I'm not gonna sweat it...or wait...maybe a little sweating is exactly what I need!