Posted by Amy | Posted in Having It All, Mind Games | Posted on 07-10-2010
Tags: BodyBugg, Fat Girl, Tasty Treats
It was a dark and stormy night. Ok. It wasn’t actually dark or stormy. Or night. But Crazy Inner Fat Girl was lurking about as if it was a dark and stormy night. She creeps on up to the hidden cash of chocolate like a ninja, her prey in sight. Just one wee little chocolate. No one will know. Peeking around the corner, Fat Girl slips a tiny chocolate in her mouth and pockets another. Ok, three more. The lights are out, no one is watching. SUCCESS! The calories won’t count!
Thus goes the secret snacking that never gets recorded and why my weight has been stuck in the 190s.
You see, I am a big fat fibber when it comes to snacking. A piece of cheese while I’m waiting for dinner to cook never gets recorded. The five crackers that go with the piece of cheese is ignored. And the existence of the little pat of butter on the aforementioned crackers and cheese is blinked away.
I might record the frozen yogurt I ate, but not the dark chocolate chips that go on top. I will write down the slice of bread I ate with my soup, but not the slice of bread with butter I ate while the soup was heating up. I’ll say I had lamb chops for dinner but there is no evidence of the teaspoon of mint jelly I had. OK 2 teaspoons. And I think the world might stop revolving if I actually made note of the coffee and creamer I have on a daily basis.
So why do I fib? It’s not like I don’t have the calorie budget to record 60 calorie piece of chocolate. It could be simple laziness. If I have that piece of chocolate, then I have to go to my computer, log in, search for the correct food item, click some buttons blah blah blah. Almost doesn’t seem worth the effort to eat the damn piece of chocolate.
So I’m starting a new week of total honesty with what I’m eating. Everything will get recorded. Everything, including the coffee and creamer. I’m working my butt off in the gym, and the few extra minutes it will take to log in my food for the day really shouldn’t be such a production. It will be an interesting experiment and should be quite eye opening.
I know that bit of fibbing…lke it shouldn’t matter….but its still being accumulated into the stomach….so, of course, it matters! I will be more accountable as well! Luck for both of us….in the light or dark!
the crazy part is… who’s watching that I’m scared of showing my food log to? NO ONE! Only I see it so why is putting that piece of chocolate on there such a big deal. Why? Because I’m crazy that’s why!
I can sooooooo relate! Good luck. I’m starting on my adventure next week.
We can do it!
next week?? do it now!
I’ve been a fibber before. I have not been around the computer to track it, , and completely forgot I ate it at all! Taking pictures of everything I eat has really helped with that. There’s physical evidence and I do honestly take a picture of whatever I eat, good or bad. Honest tracking is a must for me. Otherwise, I go overboard even though I think I’m eating the correct amount of points/calories.
Good luck!!
Even taking pics of what I eat is too much work. Oh I must get me a smartphone one of these days!
Isn’t it easy to cheat? Glad to see you’re taking the extra effort. I love your blog design by the way.
being a fibber is the easiest thing on earth!
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Those sneaky calories do add up! I tend to want a piece of chocolate but instead of eating it I will put it into my desk drawer. Then later I will eat it but pretend it doesn’t have any calories from when I was so virtuous before. Yes, I am completely snowing myself!!
Why do we do that??? Its so silly, its not like the diet police are gonna come smack us around. Sheesh.
You know what gets me? I get angry as to why I must count the damn chocolate nibble and most people don’t have to. They can eat a few crackers while waiting for soup to heat up and it doesn’t change a thing. Me? It leads to destruction! It’s good to read your posts and realize I am not the only one…but sometimes it sure feels like it!
Sweetie Darhling!!! Truer words have never been spoken! We could rant and wail and gnash our teeth that it’s not fair. And it’s not, comparatively. It’s not fair that we have to work so hard. It’s not fair that other people can eat a bathtub of chicken wings and burp and be good to go. But here’s the thing – Fairness is made up concept, a concept that we create to belittle ourselves. What we have to get is that there is NOTHING WRONG. It’s not WRONG that I can’t eat that bathtub of chicken wings. There’s nothing WRONG with the fact that I have to be more careful with what I eat than someone else. There’s nothing WRONG with me, or with you. This is just what IS and it’s not wrong, and it’s not really unfair. It just is. I *heart* you!!
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