No Sleep Til Brooklyn
It’s weird how that “no time to exercise” thing is so true. When I had lots of free time, it seemed to be a lot easier to get to the gym. And then once I got thrown headfirst into this new class I’m teaching, it suddenly got a lot harder. I need to prioritize exercise more, is what I need to do. Maybe by writing here, for a start.

The good news is that the South Beach way of eating has harmoniously entered into my life. I’ve had bad days and slip-ups, but for the most part, it’s becoming a reflex to make South Beach choices. Part of it is the fact that I’m still off the antibiotics. And that is some positive reinforcement you can’t put a price tag on. The other part is that it’s really not that difficult, what with all the low-carb products out there and the microwaveable pizzas and lunchables that I live off of most of the time.

Last week it was a lot more difficult than this; I was thoroughly sick of all of the above and PMS-ing (though I didn’t realize it at the time) and I wanted a Big Mac. And yes, I ended up with one. And it was goooood. But it ended there. (Well, it ended after I’d eaten the fries.) Last week I forgot to bring in my lunch and ended up eating a dry bagel. Not only did it leave me less than satisfied, but I was starving 45 minutes later. I guess there’s something to the whole blood-sugar-spike after all.

Anyway I need to go back to Phase One (the dreaded Phase One) or exercise if I want to lose any weight, because I can tell that I’m maintaining right now. But sometimes that’s all you can do, and you have to celebrate your victories. So allow me to celebrate my victory of having made largely smart choices for the past few weeks. And allow me to assure you that I’m recommitting myself to this process, as of now.

I mean, as soon as I’m done with this bowl of low-carb mint chocolate chip ice cream.
- posted by mo pie @ 6:13 PM

 
Back!
Sorry for the disappearing act, there. First I had a crisis at work, and then I went to Kansas for a conference. Where I, incidentally, give myself about a C for South Beach adherence. I did try, but didn’t always succeed. The conference supplied breakfast: donuts and bagels. I’m proud that I only ate three donuts and half a bagel over the course of the weekend. It could have been much, much worse, right? At least for lunch, I had mostly salads.

Anyway, today I’m back and I hit the grocery store. I am such a creature of habit, I realized as I was checking out. I got five South Beach Chicken Ceasar Wraps for lunch, and five South Beach Pepperoni Pizzas* for dinner. Plus Splenda Head’s favorite low-carb ice cream for dessert, and cucumbers, hummus, and string cheese for snacks. Also some tomatoes and some strawberries just to mix it up a little. And wine, of course. But honestly, I could at least switch up the flavors once in a while! At least I always vary what kind of wine I get. (Right now I’m on a Sauvignon Blanc kick, for some reason. Before that it was Syrah.)

*I know I said those pizzas were ass. So I can’t explain why they have grown on me to the extent that I eat them every night for dinner. But they have. Part of it is that with the box lunch things, I go through phases where they just gross me out--something about the consistency of the congealed sauce and the nuggets of meat or whatever it is, it just turns my stomach. But I never have that problem with the pizzas. Even though, as a general rule, I am not a huge fan of pizza. But at least the texture is always pizza-y, and I’m never grossed out by it. My ways are strange.
- posted by mo pie @ 7:59 AM