Apr 03 2011
Greetings, Cool Peeps:
So, tell me, do you think about food a lot? What to eat, what not to eat, what you want to eat, when you’re going to eat, what other people are eating?
Last night, I was out with friends at a local restaurant. As has happened on previous occasions, it was time to order dessert and I declined.
“Oh, Molly,” shewhoshallnotbenamed said. “You are so slender. What do you have to worry about?”
“Well, if I ate this carrot cake, I’d have 1575 calories and 84 grams of fat to worry about. That’s over six hours of walking just to burn off the calories. It takes me fifteen minutes twice a day to walk from my apartment to my job. According to my approximate calculations, it would take over two weeks of freakin’ perambulation just to get back to square one. So, please excuse me if I pass!”
I enjoy food as much as most people do, but, yeah, I watch what I eat. And I watch what I don’t eat. I watch people chowing down on all kinds of things on my verboten list. I eat vicariously if need be.
There are always occasions when I do treat myself. But I factor those treats in. Math wizard I’m not. I probably would have gotten better grades in high school math class if they had taught us how to count calories.
It is important to indulge from time to time. Never being allowed to have something makes us crave it all the more. But one thing I have learned is that while our job gives us vacation days, our body does not.
I have never known my body to say, “Hey, Molly, today’s your birthday, girlfriend. Enjoy that slab of barbecued ribs, that creamy coleslaw, and those humongoid steak fries. Have a piece of cake for a week until it’s all gone. They’re ‘birthday calories’ so they won’t count. Not only does your body not recognize your birthday, but it also does not recognize your friends’ and family’s birthdays, the holidays, your job promotion, or any other “special occasion.” You don’t get a pass. You just have to be cognizant of what you’re consuming and how you’re working it off. And that isn’t always easy.
Magic doesn’t work where food is concerned. Let me ask you, cool peeps: have you ever been hungry, gone to your fridge to find almost nothing, then returned to it numerous times in hopes that it would magically fill up with the desired sustenance? Guilty! Have you ever finished a bottle of wine and then turned it upside down in hopes that another glass worth would come pouring out? Guilty!
I love to eat. On most days, I brown bag it to work so I can eat what is good for me and be kind to my figure. Because my lifestyle has me going to local straunts a lot, I’ve had to become super calorie savvy. Seriously, have you ever Googled the calorie counts from your fave straunt or food? They’re eye-popping!
An order of chimichangas at your favorite Mexican eatery is in the neighborhood of 3,536 calories. Holy guacamole, Batman!
And last but not least, most of us who do count calories have had that precious moment when we say, “Ah, 400 calories, that’s not so bad.” Then, after we snarf down whatever it is, our eye catches one last bit of information: 10 servings! Egad!
See you next week.
Yours in pickiness,