Posts tagged ‘chocolate’

I want to eat, eat, eat – EVERYTHING and ANYTHING!

"Hippopotamus" courtesy of RTP411 / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

“Hippopotamus” courtesy of RTP411 / FreeDigitalPhotos.net(This is me when I’m hungry!  Nam nam nam!)

 

I have a burning fire within me and it’s called a rumbling tummy.

Almost 3 months without meat and the refrigerator is nearly empty.

 

My body is not happy. —

And I’m dreaming about it, too!

 

Trying to be healthy, watching what I eat.

Meat is not an option, avoiding most treats.

 

Dark, dark chocolate was my fall-back,

But my body is rejecting it . . .

 

How can I feed my sweet tooth. . .

Can I learn to love fruit?

 

Hardly time to eat between things.

Need pre-planned and pre-packed meals.

 

But the fridge is just as empty

as the kitchen sink is full.

 

Can’t pack lunch and dinner —

(No containers and no food!)

 

Need a free genie chef

To make scrumptious vegetarian dishes.

 

Anyone want to volunteer?
Or can I borrow yours?

It’s Not Easy Being Clean

"Blue Plastic Bucket And Left Yellow Cloth Clean On White Background"  courtesy of Keerati FreeDigitalPhotos.net

“Blue Plastic Bucket And Left Yellow Cloth Clean On White Background” courtesy of Keerati FreeDigitalPhotos.net

The worst part of having people over: having to clean the house.  The best part of having people over: having a clean house.

It’s sad being lonely and not letting people come over because the house isn’t clean.   Such delightful things as having people over, enjoying the company of good friends, playing games, and catching up is associated with such unpleasant things as de-furring the couch, vacuuming all the dust and fur you just spread everywhere, spraying down counters, and getting on your hands and knees and scrubbing (because, yes, I still do that).

And amusingly, you should see me in the last few minutes of a party.  Then, and only then, I am Susie Homemaker: clearing the bottles, putting plates and cups in the dishwasher, wrapping and putting away food, etc, desperately trying to preserve the clean-ness as long as long as possible, i.e., a few more hours.

Side question: Have you ever had this happen?  Your visitors cancel on you last minute, and you feel like you have to find someone to come over NOW — or at least within the next day or so – because, Wow!  The house is clean, and someone has to be around to see it, so it’s not like you spent a whole day of your life cleaning the house for nothing? (As in: “Wow!  The house is clean; people should come over.”)

Or maybe I’m just crazy.

Anyway, I sit here typing this and enjoy my surroundings.  It’s nice that the house is clean.  Dishes are creeping up again.  But otherwise things are clear.  Of course, the dirt will begin to accumulate.  The dirt and the dust and the gunk.  And the FUR — but for now, the house is still pleasant.  We’ve managed to keep down the clutter.  The kitchen and wood floors are still shiny.  The coffee table, kitchen table, and kitchen counter are relatively clear of papers/junk mail/old batteries/stray screws/misplaced pens/half-full water glasses (all mine, of course) /food scraps for compost/Christmas chocolates and cookies (most were sent away with our last guest, and the rest were eaten by the person writing this blog)/library books (stacked neatly on the end table)/school papers (shoved far out of my sight), etc.  So, right now, comparatively, this house is practically a Zen garden.

Sigh.  Why, oh why can’t it stay that way?

Temptation

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“Cookies” by Suat Eman / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Well, I was doing fairly awesome on being healthy, and then temptation hit.   Not with the vegetarian part.  Up until today, I’d been ok with that.  It’s not like people leave cheeseburgers or chili cheese dogs lying around at work to tempt you — though, the party today had some smoked salmon that almost broke me, and the jalapeno cheese dip may have had some bacon . . .

But, no, the tricky part was the sweets because those can sit out there on the teacher’s lounge table day-after-day-after-day, hour-after-hour-after-hour.  And that, I could not resist.  My recent pristine healthy eating went right out the window this past week.   Every time I’d go down the stairs to check my mailbox, I’d pick something up: a dark chocolate Frango Mint here, a Hershey Kiss cookie there . . .  little pick-me-ups before I faced my next class.  Couldn’t really hurt, right?

And then there were the gifts from the kids.  It started with a double-decker box of assorted chocolates from one of my tutoring students.  When I bit into the first chocolate, my eyes lit up like matching fireplaces.  I was a sugar-aholic getting the first taste of what I’d been missing, and as my tongue swept across my bottom lip, I quivered with excitement.  Frightening.  Then, when I’d gotten close to finishing off that first box, the barrage hit.  My Spanish students bombarded me: boxes of chocolate of various sizes and assortments, little chocolate Santas, fruit cake, homemade candy, etc.   Thankfully, I’ve managed thus far to convince myself to stick to one box at a time, but heaven help me if anyone breaks the seal on any of the other boxes . . .

But I had a sense of impending doom when the cookies came home from Brian’s cookie exchange.  There they were — easily accessible sugary goodness of all types, just sitting there on my kitchen counter – unwrapped, uneaten, and oh, so inviting.   I knew I was in trouble when Brian suggested we bring them to the party the next day, and I shrieked in a very Gollum-like fashion: “What?  Those cookies??  They’re MINE! MINE”  I ran to the exchange box and immediately began sorting through them: “We can bring these, but these are for me. . . . hmmm, and these. .  .  and these. . .  and these. . . (pause). . .  these too.” Mind you, this is the same person who less than a week ago insisted the whole cookie exchange idea was ridiculous and didn’t want any of the cookies in the house.  Because I knew better.

The only thing that saved me was my sudden turn in health this morning.  As I’ve said earlier, I don’t get sick.  So, today, when I woke up with a hacking cough and a congested chest I was a mix of dumbfoundedness, humbleness, and unconcealed frustration.  How could I feel sick?  I’ve been doing so well, right?  Right?  Oh wait.  The cookies.  Oh yeah.  The chocolate.  Oh no.  I knew the cookies had to go.  At first I decided I would still keep some for myself, but when I struggled to choose any, I knew I had to give them all up.  I piled them all up on our translucent red flower-shaped tray and lovingly tucked them all away in plastic wrap.

Of course, I knew it wasn’t goodbye forever.  I had 2 or 3 of the best kinds while at the party.  And I didn’t miss them much when I tried the mini dark chocolate and mini chocolate peanut butter ice cream bars that were sitting there staring up at me ever-so sweetly.  (Hack, hack.  Paid for that one immediately.)  I desperately tried to minimize the damage, drinking Echinacea tea through one side of my mouth while stuffin’ sweets into the other.  Believe it or not, that didn’t balance out quite as well as I’d hoped. . .

But anyway, I fear the worst is yet to come: Christmas Eve Dinner with Brian’s family.  I can sidestep the ham and turkey, but I doubt all the scrumptious casseroles and dips will be meat-free.  And it doesn’t help that the hostess is a fan-tas-tic baker who fills an entire side of the kitchen with her sweet concoctions.   This hearty once-carnivore may be sorely tempted to satisfy her need for fat by diving into that sweet side of the kitchen.

But I’ll just continue to take one moment at a time, one sweet at a time.  At least I know I’m not invincible.  I say this, as I rub some Shaklee Mentholated Multi-Purpose Cream across my chest and nurse cup-after-cup of my Chamomile Tea. [Microwave: beep  (pause) Microwave: beep  (pause)  Microwave: beep (pause) Brian: “Uh, Teri, Your tea is done.”(pause) Microwave: beep  (pause) Microwave: beep  (pause) Brian: “Tea is done.” Me: “Oh, mmm, yeah, uh huh, honey.” Microwave: beep . . . (pause). . . ]

So, if I falter, I will face the consequences.   I just hope that knowledge will be enough . . .

Attack of the Sugar Monster

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I may have mentioned this before . . .  but I am a sugar-aholic.  Maybe it’s a junk-food-a-holic.  And I think it’s more serious than I believe it to be.  Alcoholics can’t stop after one drink.  I can’t stop after one cup of ice cream or one handful of chips. Sometimes it has turned into the whole pint or the whole bag of chips, and often it comes very close.

And I KNOW this can’t be good for me.  But the part of your brain that should tell you to stop just doesn’t seem to work for me.  The only thing that stops me is that sickening feeling my body finally gets when I’ve finally pushed it way too far.

I thought I could keep it under control by sticking to chocolate.  Dark chocolate.  It’s supposed to be really good for you and have some nutritional benefits.   And I figured I’d be safe if I stayed away from the milk chocolate.   But my stomach started having some minor issues with the dark chocolate — and I panicked.

“I can’t eat ANY CHOCOLATE??” I cried.  “Am I allergic?”  If I couldn’t have chocolate, what was the point of my plan?  If chocolate gave me problems, why deny myself anything else?

So, then ice cream came back into the picture.  Because of my lactose intolerance and the knowledge that ice cream has virtually no nutritional value, I’d been easing my way out of that vice.  But, when my carefully planned sweet indulgence fell through, my mind demanded: “Bring on the ice cream!”

So, now here I am, recovering from a holiday weekend of overeating and yesterday’s downing of nearly an entire pint of brownie explosion ice cream (I think I left like 10 bites), and I’m trying to figure out where to go from here.

At least my breakfast is always healthy.  It’s either a smoothie or my Ezekial cereal.  Lunch is usually ok, too.  It’s those evenings and weekends when I usually lose it.  I guess it’s about conscious decision-making again.  And maybe portioning my servings out into a separate bowl.  Whatever the plan, I’m determined that this monster will not become my nightmare.

If you have any ideas, please let me know!

What goes in. . .

You know you’re getting old when. . .  you can’t eat whatever you want anymore without paying for it dearly.  Sadly, I have acquired my father’s digestive tract, and I get the gurgly-wurglies — and all related unpleasant side effects — fairly often these days.

My latest transgressions?

Last weekend: uncontrolled consuming of M&Ms (of both the regular and peanut varieties)

Wednesday: Shots of Kahlua (so NOT a good idea on the same night as orchestra rehearsal)

Thursday: cheesecake (only ONE piece — what the heck?)

So, here I am, wondering what I’m going to do to get back on track.  Because seriously, with the stomach pains I had the last time, I think my body is trying to tell me something.

THE PLAN:

1. No more cheesecake.  I’ve never been a huge fan, so why am I participating now?

2. Also, no more ice cream.   <– That could be a tough one.   But, it’s about lactose intolerance (which probably also explains the cheesecake).  I don’t drink milk for this reason.  Ice cream gives me just as much trouble.  But I don’t think I can give up cheese. . .

3.  Eat slowly.  I still tend to eat fast, finding stopping to eat really inconvenient.  This is an awful habit.  The last time I tried this, it helped tremendously.  Also, the slower I eat, the sooner I can get my body’s “Don’t eat anymore of this” message before I start to feel really sick.  In fact, slowing down in life in general would probably be of great benefit to my health.

4.  More fruits, veggies, and nuts, and less of the other stuff.  I think I will put some out on the table today for while I’m working.  I also need to pick up some of my favorite ranch dressing to encourage me to eat the raw veggies. (Yes, I know ranch has some dairy in it.  I have to cut myself some slack somewhere.)

5. More exercise.  I lost my beautiful daily exercise streak.  But it’s never to late to start it again!  (Went for a walk with the pup today already.)

Challenge: Easter Lunch/Dinner.

I think I should be able to handle #1 and #2 without difficulty.  I’m sure I’ll have time for #5.   And #3 shouldn’t be a problem, either, since there will be no rush, and eating is one of the main reasons we get together.  It’s #4 that will be rough.  I think the key to keep from succumbing to the delicious, not-nutritious food is to make sure I have a good meal before I go.  Actually, that will help me with #3 AND #4.

Plan complete.  Challenge accepted.

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