My husband asked me the other day if I am “still obsessing over what I eat.” I told him that if he meant am I still keeping the food diary, then yes I am still obsessing.
Even though I think it makes me look crazy, I bought a food scale so I could be more accurate in my record keeping. I am not good with numbers, and my guesses at quantity are all over the place. Sometimes I grossly underestimate; other times I think I’ve eaten way more than I have.
I think of myself as tracking calories, not counting them. What’s the difference? Mindset. If I were counting calories, I’d be limiting my food intake. To me, tracking them only means that I record what I eat.
Tracking calories is still working for me. So is avoiding an excess of refined sugar.
As I told my husband, sugar is too delicious for it to be safe to say I’ll never go back to my high-sugar habits, but the reduced joint pain continues to motivate me.
Being pain free is much more appealing to me than either weight loss or being able to eat candy at will.
After three months of sweets as very rare treats, I can honestly say that sugar is not the temptation it was three months ago. At Costco last week, I bit into a sample of a caramel something ice cream bar and found it sickeningly sweet. I didn’t even want a second bite, and threw it away.
A few months ago, I’d have been debating the ethics of a second sample.
That’s not to say I have not enjoyed a cookie or three when my daughter bakes them, or that I have stopping making desserts myself. (Although, right now, being summer, there is nothing better than bowls of berries with freshly whipped cream. No sugar needed.)
My homemade granola and muffins aren’t sugar free, either, and I eat them almost daily. There is a world of difference between a Pumpkin Walnut Oat Bran Muffin and a Baby Ruth, though.
Beyond the sugar, there are still days I am not inclined to eat enough, and the diary reminds me to eat a handful of cashews or drink a glass of milk before I go to bed.
I’m still losing weight, slowly but steadily. I lost three pounds last month, bringing my total to eighteen pounds lost.
Because I am tall, weight loss has to be more dramatic than that to be noticeable on me. I haven’t even changed clothing sizes, although I can feel the difference in the way things fit. My husband and my sister are the only ones who have noticed the change.
I’m fine with that. It might make me self conscious if I felt like my efforts were on display.
Which begs the question – why am I blogging about it?
It’s been a month since I mentioned my progress, and I plan to continue to keep it at that. I debated dropping it, but decided that would just make regular readers wonder if I’d given up. Like my husband, you might be curious if I’m still obsessing over it.