Since this is a holiday week and I am a tad disorganized, I am foregoing my regularly scheduled topic-style posts in favor of a more eclectic mix of posts that will hopefully leave you feeling like you know me a bit better. They will be deposited in my Lost and Found category of topics. I hope you enjoy.
When I was heavy, my daily meals looked a little something like this:
Breakfast: chocolate chip pancakes with pure maple syrup; biscuits and gravy, or sugary cereal with 2% milk and a couple of pop tarts.
Lunch: a McDonalds quarter pounder with cheese, french fries and a regular coke; chicken salad sandwich on a croissant with potato chips, or a jumbo-sized chocolate muffin (or) cinnamon bagel with walnut cream cheese and a large, hot coffee drink from Panera.
Dinner: Chicago-style stuffed pizza and a regular Dr. Pepper; homemade fettuccini alfredo with garlic bread and a baked potato smothered in sour cream and butter, or take-out cashew chicken with pot stickers and fried rice.
Oh, and add to lunch and dinner some kind of dessert – either homemade cookies, cheesecake or donuts.
Notice you don’t see any fruits, vegetables or grains in any of the above-mentioned foods. If I did (gasp) choose to eat a salad there would be so much cheese, croutons and full-fat dressing smothered on top you wouldn’t know there was any lettuce underneath.
I ate like that for years. Thank goodness I didn’t have a heart condition or diabetes. If I had and kept making those same food choices I could easily be dead right now.
Fast forward to the year 2010. My diet has changed so drastically, it embarrasses me to admit I ever ate that way, much less admit that the photos on my blog are pictures of me. My diet for the past several years includes vegetarian burgers, fruit of all kinds, squash, tofu, hummus, hormone-free chicken, fiber cereal, wheat pasta, couscous, almond milk…you get the point.
Don’t go handing me the Healthiest Eater of the Year award just yet, though. I don’t think I will ever, EVER break free from my addiction to carbs. My father worked in a bakery and I grew up on fresh-baked breads and chocolate. To this day, the smell of yeast would literally pull me down a dark alley if that’s where it was coming from.
My biggest difficulty, the monkey on my back – the forever thorn in my side is fighting the urge to eat dessert after a meal. And no, a small Hershey’s Kiss doesn’t cut it. I want a slab of cheesecake; a plate of donuts; a bowl of Ben and Jerry’s. I have tried every possible trick known to man but if I haven’t conquered it in over 5 years, I doubt I ever will.
Since my husband never knew me at my heaviest, he cannot comprehend that the person in those photos is me. A meat and potatoes man, he pokes fun at my attempts to slip him a brownie that’s been made with black beans and always asks, ‘What’s in this?’ while giving it a big sniff before taking his first bite. He’s a trooper though, that man.
I am still searching for that magic recipe that will satisfy my sweet-tooth. The perfect fat-free/sugar-free chocolate chip cookies that I’m pretty sure doesn’t exist, or the decadent low fat/low sugar flourless chocolate cake that tastes just like the kind you get at Italian restaurants.
Mmm………a girl can dream, though.