Well, October was a month full of more fun than abstinence.
I may have more or less maintained two of the four pounds of weight loss…on the other hand, with so much fluctuation; eh whatever: let’s call it two pounds. You guys don’t care anyway. ; )
Et alors, two pounds however you look at it is just not a resounding success.
As for the health quotient, I’m really not sure the slight increase in the nutritional value/slight decrease in toxicity of my (our) diet made up for the significant increase in the amount of stress I stressed over it.
Convenience continued to win out at least 50% of the time. I actually became wistful over Tiger’s Milk bars, and still ate two or three of them over the course of the month. I did discover the existence of “organic” protein bars, which seem to consist of almond butter plus mashed up green stuff. They lack the fake chocolate coating and whatever addictive substance makes up Tiger’s Milk bars, but I can see them functioning as a rather expensive transition tool.
One surprising and very positive development: my husband liked and even elaborated upon a simple lentil dish I made a ton of, and did not complain as he would have of yore about significantly increasing our frequency of vegetarian meals. On the other hand, his elaboration consisted of adding Cajun andouille to the lentils, so…yah. On the other other hand, it was delicious.
I did have some small success at drinking less alcohol. That’s the wonderful thing about cutting one’s alcohol intake: the less you drink, the less you want to drink (at least, for me, in general). On the other hand, I am only inching infinitesimally toward my ultimate goal of not drinking at all, so in that sense, and in the sense that I did not consistently stick to my Clean Eating alcohol-drinking rules…C-plus on that.
I was excruciatingly aware of my sugar intake. Mostly all this did was add more excruciation to my life. I certainly could have picked easier months in which to start this goal. Like July. :P (I mean, this is the time of year I always start reading baking blogs and bookmarking recipes for dark chocolate pot de creme.)
I bought a blender. Rather, I finally replaced the blender I’d had that had belonged to my mother and was still completely functional until I dropped the glass carafe on the tile floor and it shattered into a million pieces…once I stopped screaming and discovered the exact same glass carafe seems to no longer exist for purchase, I found I could not bear to replace the blender. Once I started being able to bear shopping for a replacement, I found that they sure don’t seem to make them like they used to. Eventually, about six months later, I got a cheap-ass replacement blender that is entirely adequate. So what I’m trying to say is, this was a big step for me.
I started thinking about making green smoothies again. In the evening! yeah, that would be great! with organic produce! yeah…that would be expensive.
I started adding more turmeric to our food again.
I could make green smoothies with turmeric in them! and ginger! yeah!
I successfully drank more herbal tea instead of coffee. However, my caffeine intake, partially due to the shortening daylight hours, is still way above optimal. And, it is probably needless to add, as is my chocolate intake.
I could make turmeric-ginger green smoothies with chocolate and coffee in them! YEAH! err…no. (anyway that’s basically what one of those “organic” protein bars is)
I contemplated whether I am actually an adequately organized, dedicated and energetic human being for succeeding at this sort of insanely puritanical diet goal. As you might well guess, the jury is still out. (what, you voted no? HUSH yo mouth!!)
I vehemently pretended that both my local grocery and all Pollo Locos within 50 miles are probably just as organic as Whole Foods and Chipotle (hey, they all serve chicken that doesn’t have that weird KFC taste), and that the earnestly virtuous Chipotle website is completely trustworthy.
I got to the point where I could no longer even look at a lentil, an egg, a thing of yogurt, a floret of broccoli or a chicken. It was at that point that I decided to subsist on sardines and McDonald’s hot fudge sundaes (only 99 cents!). Since McDonald’s food does not even come from Planet Earth, how could it contain sugar?
So, to identify the main problems here:
I hate cooking.
Yep, that’s a problem.
I don’t actually hate cooking. Well…I enjoy baking. Perhaps that is not really the same thing. The truth is more like…I easily tire of being in the kitchen. I would rather spend an hour on a treadmill at the gym than an hour in the kitchen assembling healthy food for the week (HA! one hour? more like healthy food for the day) So this leads to reprehensible behavior such as working out and then deciding it is ok to eat all the Pollo Loco chicken nachos. ALL OF THEM! Except the ones with sour cream, gross. That sort of thing just isn’t going to work. I don’t have the metabolism. Not to mention that it’s not anywhere on the Clean Eating spectrum. Just to give one example.
I must face the fact that there are many moments in my days in which 1) I am extremely fatigued; 2) it is dark and cold and late in the evening; 3) yes it is my day to cook; 4) all we have are leftover lentils or 5) frack I forgot to go shopping. I must remember that none of these things taken singly or togetherly are tragic. What would be tragic would be if I had no money, or if my only source of sustenance was 7-11. Or a cow and chickens in the backyard. After a few minutes of chewing on the cow, though, I’m sure I’d give up and just lose weight. If only from some disease on the fur of the cow.
Sigh. It is definitely more entertaining to joke about it than to go shopping and plan a week of boring and virtuous meals.
At least there ARE times when I don’t find nutritional blah-de-blah boring. So let me give thanks for that. Mental calibration.
Last but not least, that brings me to note the SAM-e experiment. It helped somewhat, but also eventually made me feel too anxious. I also wonder if it didn’t mess with my hormones a little, but that’s impossible to really tell given that at my age unfortunately my hormones are just as likely to be messing with me. So I don’t really know if I’d recommend SAM-e to anyone else, given that it’s regulated in Europe but not in the U.S. and who knows what the heck it’s doing to your body anyway?! I can say that unlike prescription antidepressants it did not make me violently ill. I hope there is no one for whom that is a ringing endorsement.
All right well unbelievably I can’t think of a single more thing to ramble about related to this goal.
Armed with a new blender and plans to plan, and purchase food only according to plan, as well as plans to acquire both a toaster and a small microwave…I’m off!