Relationship to food…
Who in their right mind doesn’t have a love for food? Yes I realize that those who struggle with eating disorders may have a different view about food but thankfully I have never had any type of eating disorder. I do however have a long list of other disorders. But let’s stick to the subject at hand here shall we?
I love everything about food…except having to shop for it as I have written before.
I watch endless amounts of cooking shows to help improve my culinary skills. I even save some of them to my DVR to have reference to when needed. I have so many recipes pinned on my Pinterest that every time I try to look one up I spend more time scrolling to locate it then I actually do preparing it.
If I am hungry then I also get super cranky and become a
crazed lunatic angry human in 2.5 seconds if food does not quickly come in contact with my mouth. I am talking PMS related cranky with a side of psychotic behavior….more then my usual psychotic conduct. And if we go to a restaurant and there is too much of a wait I will insist that we get back in the car and drive to another location…which yes I realize is a catch 22 because sometimes it can take longer deciding where else we want to go and then traveling to said destination instead of just waiting at the first preference.
My favorite food to
inhale indulge, until I have to unbutton my pants, is Sushi. Here in Nevada we are a bit spoiled because most sushi places in the city are “all you can eat”. And I consume well over my “all you can shove in your mouth eat” price. Even talking about it right now my mouth is literally watering. **wipes drool off the keyboard** My Little B Man loves it too. I ate sushi during my entire pregnancy…yes I know they say you aren’t suppose to but what do you think the Japanese do? Stop eating sushi while pregnant? Heck no and look how smart they are. Little B Man is well above his age spectrum as well and literally will take a raw piece of salmon and shove it in his mouth just like his mama. I really don’t know if his being smart, and me eating sushi while pregnant, has any relation but I was simply stating he came out fine.
Now as for the loving food but not wanting to be fat is simple. It has nothing to do with looks but more with health. I have a long line of “weight related” illnesses in my gene pool and well I really don’t want to be another statistic. This is the main reason I have recently decided to make a change and start exercising. I really don’t eat much bad food. (wine doesn’t count) But I am falling short on being more active. This doesn’t mean that I constantly deprive myself from “goodies” but I believe everything should be within moderation….again wine doesn’t count.
For The Love Of Food,
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Tomorrow I am having my wisdom teeth removed. All 4 of them at once and being the big sissy that I am when it comes to my mouth, I am being put under for the procedure.
For years I had gone to dentists who “suggested” having them taken out but they weren’t bothering me so I decided never to have it done…thinking that somehow they would be just fine tucked away in my mouth forever. No such luck. My most recent dentist told me that I need to have them removed or suffer horrible gum disease problems. Yay me.
Now apparently there is a reason that most people get their wisdom teeth extracted when they are “young” adults…because it’s less complicated and healing is faster. Me being almost 40 something makes the risks much higher and the healing time a bit longer. I had 3 C-sections in 3 years and bounced back like it was nothing. Literally doing laundry a few days after. But for some reason having 4 teeth ripped out of my jaw bone has me a bit scared. Maybe because the last dentist that put me under for a procedure severed a nerve and now I am permanently numb on the left side of my bottom lip and chin. Regardless of the reason, I have been hoping for the best outcome and preparing for a little less then best. Meaning that I have been trying to catch up on any chores that I would normally do over the next few days. Hubby will be off for the next four but he’s pretty much like a drill sergeant and I am sure will expect me to be my bouncy self by say…..Wednesday. Let’s hope by having the procedure done on St. Patrick’s Day that a little luck of the Irish shall be with me…even though I have no Irish in me. Unless you count a love for beer being part Irish.
So if there are no posts or activity from me in the next few days it will be because I am heavily doped up on pain pills and well those things just make me as looney as Elmer Fudd on a bottle of whiskey. Here’s to a hopefully speedy recovery…because let’s face it…my life can’t be put on hold that long.
After taking a few months off from getting fit I finally have decided it’s time to get back on the healthy track. For the past couple years I have lost and gained weight but I could not get lower then a particular weight. Therefore I would get discouraged and just give up because let’s face it, that’s just easier in my chaotic life. Well I am happy to say that I got on the scale the other day and I am finally under that weight. Nothing like a little weight loss incentive to get me in “the mood”….for the gym….geesh…where are your minds?
For Christmas my husband (per my request) bought me a Fitbit. At first it was just a gadget that I wore on my wrist to remind me how lazy and unfit I was becoming. Then, with the help of my bestie, I discovered there were challenges that you could set up to have contests with friends and family who also have the device. Nothing like a little competition for me to convince myself that I need to get up and get moving…especially when my own mother has taken the leader spot for several weeks now! (I swear she must have that damn thing attached to a fan blade) Of course there are some days that I think I am motivated and getting my steps in only to check my device and find that it has been on sleep mode. It’s about equivalent to getting on the scale after eating rabbit food for a week only to realize you haven’t lost a single pound.
Luckily for me my husband wants to get on board the healthy track as well which makes it much easier for me to be motivated. Granted we have been here before and then gotten sidetracked but at least we have never completely given up. He of course wants to get some workout equipment for the house but I sincerely believe there is a reason why the internet is flooded with people trying to sell their workout merchandise, that they just had to have, because in time it became just like the rest of the furniture.
I really don’t like exercise while I am in the middle of doing it. Let’s face it, sweating and panting is not sexy unless you are in the horizontal position…and no I am not referring to planks or push ups. Not to mention I always feel like the “underdog” at the gym. Like somehow everyone else knows how to work out so much better then I do. But at the same time, I like being in a gym environment and around other people with motivation to get healthy. So for now I will set tiny goals for myself to try and stay on the fit track. And regardless of how comfy my sweats and yoga pants are I will remind myself that they are just as comfy to get up and get moving in.
to be continued…..