And splurge, I did. The Lamb Churrasco with two Sazerac cocktails, fried calamari and other assorted appetizers and tidbits, and half the Tres Leches dessert turned out to be about two days’ worth of calories. Then there were the Valentine’s Day truffles. Did my husband listen to me, when I said, “Just two”? No, of course not. He brought a box of sixteen hand-picked truffles, all demonstrating how well he knows me: Lava, Rum, and Salted Almond.
This, by contrast, is 400 calories:
Mixed nuts, sardines in extra virgin olive oil (well drained), romaine, celery, carrots, radishes, cherry tomatoes, and non-fat feta cheese. Mmm.
Drink a bottle of water, then eat it very slowly, and it’s a feast. Savoring every bite is key to feeling fully satisfied. I’ve reached the point, now, where romaine lettuce has…flavor. I don’t know if that’s a good thing, or a sign of diet-induced synesthesia. Next thing you know, I’ll be able to smell water and hear orange.
Honestly, how many people out there eat this mythical ideal “2000 calorie-a-day diet”? It’s all most of us need, absent a pretty strenuous workout. With my fairly aggressive weight loss goals, I aim for about 1300-1600 a day. (Some days, the best exercise I get all day is if I remember to drink my 64 ozs. of water, so my caloric needs are low…)
Has food just become this thing we do – a mindless activity that is endlessly entertaining to our taste buds? Do our taste buds become desensitized to the point where they simply demand more, more, more?
I might actually have had a few regrets, over the past few days – my scale nearly got itself kicked across the bathroom, this morning – if I hadn’t downloaded data from SparkPeople that shows I’m still right on track, if not slightly ahead, with my weight loss efforts. Aren’t predictive trendlines a wonderful thing? I also learned something new in my quest to become more skilled at visual communications – that a trendline could be extended out to show a predicted value (0.289/day also works out to just slightly over 2 lbs./week, which is exactly on target). For me, weighing daily is a useful thing. It’s not, for some people. But let’s say I had to pick a day of the week – and be totally geeky about it, using a Pivot Table – I should weigh in on Monday or Wednesday for encouragement, or on Sunday, Thursday, or Saturday to scare myself into doing better. I wouldn’t know that, if I didn’t weigh in daily. I might pick Thursday, at random, and hurl a brick at my scale.
Just when I think I have this whole thing down to a fine science, of course, I read on Facebook this morning that I’ve been doing it all wrong. Forget the endless debates about whether ’tis better to weigh daily or weekly or never – this would be so much easier than trying to levitate over the scales before the first cup of coffee…