stopping the insanity

So, clearly, this weekend appeared to be a weekend of excess.  And could I have eaten less pasta and bread?  Yeah, probably.  And could I have eaten less candy/chocolate/ice cream?  Probably.  But I would also say that I didn’t eat as much of the candy/chocolate/ice cream as I wanted. And that poses a problem for me.

As I learned back in January, I am hypoglycemic.  This means that carbs are a particular problem for me because my body absorbs and distributes the carbs so quickly that I CRASH after carbo-loading.  Eating carbs causes me to have a blood sugar low within an hour or so that makes me FEEL super hungry.

As a matter of fact, when I eat candy mid-afternoon, by the time I get home at 5:30, I am irrationally hungry.  I don’t even bother to stop at the store because I am SO hungry that I am not sure how I will make it through the store without A) forgetting half of my list or B) maiming the first person who tries to abscond with my cart.

And don’t get me started with the parking lot.Let’s just assume there would be much carnage.

So anyway, I do not make wise decisions when I am on a sugar low.

Plus, my body converts these carbs to fat faster than you can say “Put down the butter Paula Deen!”  And if that wasn’t enough to make me pass on the sugary delights, the fact that we would like to get pregnant again means that I am at high risk for developing gestational diabetes.  While a high birth weight for our babies has always been a real possibility (my dear husband rocked the scales at a mighty 13 1/2 lbs and 24 inches of pure baby delight), gestational diabetes ups the ante significantly.  If that was the only serious side affect of gestational diabetes, that would be one thing.  Unfortunately, there are several other unfortunate potential by-products of gestational diabetes that give me pause for concern.

I realize that the idea of giving up all sweets seems … well… un-American.

I mean, who does that?

But after taking a long, hard look at myself in the mirror, reviewing the scale, and looking in the mirror again, I decided that I need to do just that.

Oh, not to worry, the idea of giving up all sweets did not come without serious mental protest and angst.  My poor, sugar-addicted brain said, “But dear Emily, what about BIRTHDAY cake?  What knd of person says NO to BIRTHDAY cake?? What about having something sweet to make eating healthy worth it?  Just a little bit of sweet stuff won’t hurt!”

Does a birthday cake make the birthday, I ask you?  Do I need a 3 p.m. sugar fix?  Do I need dessert after EVERY DINNER?  The fact that I tried to find reasons NOT to give it up was the biggest indicator that I SHOULD give it up.

I submit to you this: the celebration is to be augmented by the food.  The food is not to be augmented by the celebration.  This is a VERY difficult decision for me to give up sweets.  But I realized I was putting my desire to have a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup ahead of being healthy.  I was putting a slice of amazing, gooey chocolate cake ahead of feeling good.

Not any more.  Starting tomorrow (I had ice cream before I made the decision today), Frank and I are quitting the sweets cold turkey.  It’s going to be difficult because I am going to have to be really honest about what is a sweet and what is not.  I thought about buying some Fiber-One bars for their fiber-related benefits and because… wait for it… they also have a chocolate product.  Houston, I have a problem.  Using a Fiber-One bar to “replace” candy is not right.

And, of course, I realize that my eating habits are causing a rift with God and in my marriage.  I know that sounds far-fetched, but bear with me.  When I eat poorly, I feel bad about myself.  Instead of focusing on becoming the person that God wants me to be, I focus on how bad I feel about myself.  And if that’s not enough, I happen to have a wonderful, sweet, adoring husband who thinks that I am beautiful, no matter what, but I turn him away so I can have a self-loathing pity party.  Now, Frank muscles through it, but I think about how much BETTER my marriage would be if we avoided these kinds of pity parties all together.

So anyway.  This is my new adventure.  Anyone else want to join me?  I plan on discussing this frequently on the blog as I am anticipating a lot of withdrawal symptoms that may include “the shakes” and inexplicable crying/anger.  But once I get through the detox portion, I expect that I will feel MUCH better.  Right?  ::scratches arms, looks for a candy bar:: Right??

small steps to feeling better…

So, as you can tell from my previous post, the recovery from the D&C hasn’t been all sunshine and roses.  There are a few *minor* side affects that are still working their way out of my system.

But in an effort to return to normal, Frank and I took a few steps towards feeling more normal.

First, we left the house.  Not that I haven’t left the house, but I’ve really only left in order to go to work or the grocery store.  I haven’t gone out on social visits, really.  So, first step was to visit my parents and see my sister’s new townhouse.  It was really nice.  I think it helped that the sun was shining and it was over 40 degrees. (side note: there comes a time in every winter that I think, “it will NEVER again be above 40!” and then, miraculously, it is above 40 degrees).

Then we went to get my oil changed on my car.  I know I should be better about changing my oil. I know that.  But for some reason, I have a mental block when it comes to changing my oil.  So a few hundred miles over the limit and a few *ahem* weeks over the date limit, my oil is changed and dear George (the name for my car) is a happy camper.

After the Midas adventure, we went to check out cars.  Not because we are buying a car right now, but because I like to see new, shiny cars.  We sat in a few vehicles, looked at a few certified used ones on the lot and then did the next thing that came to mind: we took a nap!

My dear friend Allison brought over some delicious baked mostaccoli – YUM!  We also stopped by Frank’s friend Jeff’s house for a Loser Party.  Yes, that’s right, a Loser Party.  Everyone who came received a “loser” ribbon and a take home gift of Easy Mac and canned Spaghettio type food.  Yum.

Such a typical Saturday, yet I felt the best that I’ve felt in a week.  And that is awesome.  Praise God for great Saturdays!

Amazing Pot Pie Recipe

I can’t take credit for this invention – it is totally thanks to my old boss.  It’s the easiest recipe and so delicious and PERFECT for the winter. 

What you need:

  • 1 Rotisserie Chicken
  • 2 pie crusts
  • 1 can of 98% fat free condensed cream of chicken soup
  • 1 bag of frozen mixed veggies (I like the corn, carrots, asparagus mix – the ones with peas get to pea-y tasting)
  • Seasonings that you like (pepper, salt, garlic powder, etc)

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.

Shred the chicken into a bowl (I throw away the skin and bones).  Mix in veggies, entire can of soup and seasonings.  Set aside.

Spray a pie tin/glass baking dish with Pam, unroll pie crust and pat firmly into the pan.  Pour the chicken mixture into the pie crust.  Unroll second pie crust  on top of the creation and pinch the edges.  Puncture the top for venting (read: cut cute designs into the top of your dinner – it’s always good to play with your food) and put in the oven for 30-40 minutes until pie crust is done.

This is one of Frank’s favorite things I make for him.  It’s super easy, and aside from the pie crust (yum) it’s not too bad for you.  And it’s DELICIOUS as leftovers.  Yum-my.

I would have taken a picture, but we were too hungry to wait 🙂

the unsung hero of candy

I’d long considered the Good Bar the “filler” candy in the mixed bags of miniature candies (you know, the assortment with milk chocolate, dark chocolate, krackle and Good Bar).

It’s the Good Bar.  It’s not my personal favorite (miniature Reeses Peanut Butter Cups all the way!), but I had a miniature Good Bar today.

Think about it: the peanut is America’s nut.  If you don’t like the peanut, you are probably allergic to it.  Peanuts are the perfect snack because just a small amount goes a long way!

They have protein.  Who doesn’t need more protein??

Take the peanut and coat it with the perfect proportion of smooth milk chocolate and it IS the Good Bar. MMM!

If only it came in dark chocolate – then I think it could give the miniature Reeses Peanut Butter Cup a run for its money.

And that is my third grade narrative on the Good Bar.  Thank you.

stomach whiplash

I love my nutritionist because I learn new stuff all the time when I meet with her.

For example, I told her that I generally am not hungry before lunch – unless I eat a large dinner the night before.  Which is kind of curious because you would think the opposite would happen – that I would be full from the night before – but it doesn’t.

This really intrigued my nutritionist.

You always want to be able to intrigue your nutritionist.

She told me that there has been some research that indicated that this was a more common occurance than not.  (awesome!)

She said that there is a theory that a big meal the night before stretches your stomach and your body works to fill that larger stomach space.

So yeah, there you have it!

I have to say, despite the amazing amount of food that my mom had at Thanksgiving – I didn’t go too nuts.  I was definitely full, but I didn’t have stomach whiplash today.  Small victories!