Mentally Preparing for Healthy
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My daughter gave me a FitBit for Christmas and I’m pretty darned tickled.
I’ve had this blog for about 3 months so far and I wonder what all that sitting and typing has done to the size of my rear end. Thankfully, I can’t see it.
All that sitting is not only not good for me; it’s just not like me to sit much, at all. So I’m standing here, typing. I also think the sitting was causing me to hunch over, which helps my back not at all.
I’ve always kept a record of my workouts because it keeps me accountable. I even record what I make for dinner every night. Lately, my diet has largely consisted of comfort food. Guess it’s time to start going back to healthy soups and salads. After New Year’s, of course.
It’s so easy to eat well in the summer when I’ve got a huge garden full of gorgeous, wonderful tasting vegetables. When it’s hot, who wants meatloaf and a baked potato? Not me.
My daughter lives in warm, tropical Florida and I’m convinced that’s one reason why she has such a good figure. In this part of Oregon in Winter, we live in a rainforest and a fairly cold one at that.
But that’s no excuse, so I’m going down the soup path again. It’s so easy to sneak in some vegetables when you’re making soup. I mean, hey, even onions and garlic have some nutrients!
Tonight, however, we are going out to this new Mexican joint I discovered in this nearby (very small) town. Not only is the food better than the Mexican restaurant in our town, it’s about half the price. Now, that’s what I call a win-win.
I figure if I have one pulled pork enchilada once or twice a month, I’ll be ok. It’s not that cooking your own pulled pork is difficult. In fact, it’s very easy.
The problem is that a Pork Butt is so freaking huge (probably much like my own!) that, even if I were to cook only one quarter of it at a time, those other three-quarters would still be out there, lurking in my freezer. They they would lie, all wrapped up, patiently awaiting that single moment of weakness on my part.
So, no, I am not going to deal with that kind of temptation.
The kids came out really late on Christmas Eve because of the treacherous weather. I was very grateful they even made the trip, and even more grateful that they all arrived, safe and sound.
But I had bought all sorts of cheeses and crackers, as well as salami and cream cheese and some sausages and puff pastry.
Of course, if Havarti and Dill and crackers are in my fridge, I’ll eat them. I mean, who wouldn’t? Can’t blame a girl for having good taste.
But out of sight, out of mind (except for Pork Shoulder, of course). So I bundled up all those goodies and put them out in the garage freezer (where they will lurk silently, awaiting my moment of weakness). Putting my potato chips out there didn’t keep me away. The bag may have lasted an entire month, but it was still gone at the end! Gone into my mouth, that is.
At least I don’t have to see the cheese and crackers every time I open the inside fridge!
There is something so wonderfully freeing about being 63 and living in a small town. One advantage is that I can go out to eat, wearing my faded skinny jeans under my calf-high fake ugg boots and not give a whit that I look like an idiot.
Tonight I apparently was overdressed. The only other woman in the restaurant was wearing faded flannel jammie pants. Whoa.
Another advantage is being able to have a late lunch around 3:30 or 4:00 and you can get back home in time for the nightly news. At this point, you can get into your jammie pants and you won’t have to feel your waistband digging into your muffin tops. That’s my idea of heaven. When you’re hungry again at around 9:00 p.m., you can sneak out to the outside freezer and grab some crackers and maybe some cheese, while you’re at it. Because, after all, you didn’t have dinner, right? Of course not!
But back to my FitBit. Two of my daughters now have them, too. I’m not sure how to hook us all up to track each other yet, but I’m thinking it would be fun. Then we can warn each other that our steps per hour are abysmally inadequate.
The goal is supposed to be 10,000 steps a day. It’s nearly 2:00 p.m. and I’ve only hit 4.2 thousand steps today. Pretty sure I’m not going to make it, in spite of standing up while I’m typing. Standing up might be better for me, but honestly, I don’t do a lot of walking while I’m wracking my brain to come up with something remotely clever or even worthwhile to say. When I’m talking with a friend, I can be fairly funny. Talking to a screen, not so much. It’s harder than you might think.
A Fitbit will track your resting heartbeat, your number of steps per day, how many miles you walk, the time you’ve walked and calories burned. It can track your sleep patterns, too. It can also track how much water you’ve had to drink that day, as well as calories. Didn’t opt for the last option!! You can also hook up with other Fitbit owners to keep yourself honest. Yes I do have very generous kids! Here’s an Amazon link: http://amzn.to/2DhL0pr
I’m starving right now but it’s only 2:15. Maybe I’ll go walk up and the stairs for awhile.
Bill thought we should go early and run a few errands on the way. We got back home from eating at 4:04. That’s a new record (low) for us.
But, boy, it was yummy. Excuse me while I go get the tums.