You've seen that pull-up diaper commercial that has the song, "Do the Potty Dance"? Well, I'm doing The Belly Dance. Gotta get rid of my belly! I have spent much of the winter lounging around in sweatpants and/or my bathrobe--totally comfy--eating myself into oblivion. Imagine my surprise when I dress in street clothes and discover that even my "fat pants" are getting too tight! I beat myself up over the fact that I can now feel my double chin when I move my head, and my gut almost sticks out as far as my breasts do. (Oh no!) Time to stop griping and start doing something.
Don't get me wrong. I know what causes fat. And I know what to eat. I just don't want to! Since I retired, I haven't had much discipline in my eating habits. I can fix a big dish that is relatively low in calories, per serving, then eat the whole thing in one day. Hmmm...that isn't going to work.
Many diets address the fact that one needs to fill up on fiber so as not to feel hungry. Guess what? Hunger isn't my problem. Appetite is. I don't eat all that much in one sitting, but I go back to the refrigerator over and over again, looking for things to salve my boredom, fatigue, or voracious hunger that is only in my brain. Since I am getting virtually NO exercise these days, the odds of getting heavier go up day by day.
Two days ago, I started keeping track of what was going into my mouth. I've been cooking low-calorie things that I like (that's the key), and trying not to overdose on them. At this rate, any weight loss will be sloooooow going, but it's a start. (I haven't even weighed myself to see what my starting point is. I'm afraid to!) Maybe if I could tweak my thinking, I would not obsess over what my next meal/snack will be. Hey....it could happen! (Don't hold your breath!)
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