Today I want to talk about my SHORTS.
Or shorts that kind of look like my shorts (weheartit)
More specifically, the fact that many of them don’t fit very well.
This summer has been a little less than eventful so far, leading to minimal adventure and quite a bit of hanging around at home.
Too much hanging around at home leads to too much snacking.
Too much snacking, well… that can lead to weight gain.
It’s real, it’s inevitable, yet it’s preventable. And I haven’t put in nearly enough effort trying to prevent it. To put it simply, I’ve gotten lazy. Not with physical exercise (I still do it nearly every day), but with exercising my eating willpower. I haven’t been exercising my willpower much at all lately and it’s one “trouble zone” that needs regular workouts.
I’m not a naturally skinny person. I don’t have a skyrocketing metabolism. In order to stay fit and healthy I need to exercise regularly and watch what I eat. I will always have to watch what I eat to some extent. I’ve realized it (the hard way), I acknowledge it, and I generally try to put it into practice.
Salads and veggies will always be everyday staples.
But when I’m kind of bored, kind of lonely, and kind of in that lull space of “what’s next”, that darn willpower gets pretty sluggish.
As a consequence, I don’t think…I just eat.
I’ve generally still been eating fairly healthy. But it’s QUANTITY that’s the issue. There is zero benefit to my body or my appetite by shoving my hand blindly time after time into the cereal box. By dunking uncountable amounts of tortilla chips blindly into the salsa jar(… or the guacamole, or the hummus, or heck, even the cream cheese). By eating fingerful after fingerful of oatmeal raisin cookie dough (okay, maybe that one gets an exemption, the occasional dose of cookie dough is quite lovely for sanity and nostalgia).
Those BLTs (Bites, Licks & Tastes) are the main culprits. And they’ve been overtaking my days, hours, and minutes.
(Yes, I’m looking at YOU cereal and random freezer goodies that I’ve been clearing out like it’s my job)
(*NOTE: these pictures are not representative of quantities consumed. Not even remotely)
I don’t like feeling like I’m carrying a food baby.
I don’t like not being able to just slip on and zip up my shorts without a second thought.
I don’t like my “cottage cheese thighs”.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
I know I’m not “fat”. I know I’m still fit and healthy. I exercise regularly, I fuel regularly, and my body can do plenty. For that, I love it.
What I don’t love is the fact that I’m not giving it the care and stability it deserves. It doesn’t want to be crammed with food to the point of being overfilled, tired and sluggish. I don’t want to feel bloated full of sugar, carbs and sodium. My body wants and craves balance and I’ve been denying it that. It’s rebelling, physically and mentally. It’s telling me that it’s about time to smarten up.
My weight is healthy. *I* am healthy. I don’t “live by the scale” or care a great amount about the numbers. That being said, I know I’d feel just slightly more confident if I could gain back some of the control and willpower to make choices that were smarter and more in tune with my body… and to slip my shorts on again without sucking in.
Each day is different. Some days are better, smarter, and more eating savvy than others. But I want to aim for every day to be a day I can be satisfied with. Those days can, and WILL, continue to include everything I enjoy eating. It will just be done more consciously, slower, and NOT standing at the fridge digging my hands into jars and containers (How sanitary is that anyway? I’m not a cave(wo)man!).
My “guidelines” are subject to many exemptions. Watermelon? Always edible in mass quantities straight from the container.
No diets. No “I’m going to eat three salads a day!”. Just paying attention and practicing the words “no”, “enough” and “it’ll still be there later” (unless I encounter the unfortunate scenario where I go back “later” to find out that my brother finished “it” off. Always disappointing).
In honour of Wasting Not, I finished up the last of my spaghetti squash “pizza” style: spaghetti squash mixed with liquid egg whites and cooked in a pan for the “crust”, topped with jarred pasta sauce mixed with Frank’s Buffalo sauce and some light mozzarella.
See, cheese is game, of course. The difference – this round I measured out one serving rather than estimating one and eating two more by the handful while prepping my meal. Will Power’s mini exercise #1 of the day. Gotta whip him into shape!
Oh and that mound on the side? The last bits of spaghetti squash mixed with a dollop of plain yogurt and…cheese powder. Sorry but this was GOOD. Just like KD!
I’m not perfect. I don’t want to be (No such thing anyway, lets be reasonable). I just want to enjoy my food again. It’s a simple enough desire and it’s gonna happen. And now I have to keep myself accountable since I spelled it all out here. Oh the pressure. Hear that Will Power? Time to sweat!
What do you do when your shorts start feeling snug?
Which healthy habits make you feel your BEST?