Today was a morning that for some reason, Brax decided to be my alarm clock. He woke up at 4:59 very hungry- and that’s a Mom job (I’m still working in the lab to have men be able to lactate). Which in all honesty is fine. I think I need the rest day today; a walk around the block later on is all I need. My body feels tired. And of course, Baby comes first. In any case, I wanted to talk about my weakness today.
In a blindfolded taste test between running shoes and ice cream, I’ll pick the shoes 90% of the time.
It all started- as many things do- with the ice cream man. He would drive around playing that hypnotizing song, and like a magnet, I needed to have a pink baseball glove with the bubble gum baseball.
Meals, I’m clean as a baby after a bath. But I’m still am a work-in-progress in the snacking department. My weakness is sugar. To some it’s salt, or cheese, or beer, or licorice. I have not been buying junk food in my house= zero temptation. But that’s not fair to Bri- he wants something besides kale chips. And when Brax gets older, how am I going to be the cool mom on the block without some snacks in la casa?! So here’s my new tactic:
1. When I am having this craving, I will try tricks to take my mind off of it.
At work: I’ll drink water, suck on hard candy, try one miniature chocolate, stay away from the room with the goodies, or busy myself with a project.
At home: I’ll drink water, go for a walk, play outside, read a book, or think of (or make) a healthier snacking option.
Many, many times, these work- I was bored or thirsty or needed something to do with my hands.
But if these don’t work, and I still feel I just “need” something, I will give into it. Sometimes I just want the convenience and taste of a good treat. I’m not ashamed or guilty about it.
I am not a fan of deprivation. I think some people can and do have amazing self control and I am jealous. But I do not, and that deprivation will lead to glutton like gorging the next time. And as for the “healthier options.” There are many- but calories are calories (example- almonds- GREAT for you, but high in fat, so too many actually isn’t so great) so there should be a limit.
2. My idea? I have learned to let myself have ONE serving size. That’s right- 1/2 cup of ice cream, 20 chips, 12 crackers- whatever it is. I give myself that portion, and put the rest away. Back in the freezer, the cupboard- where I can’t see it, and I walk away. No going back. I eat it slowly; I take the time to enjoy it. And I wait. Almost every time that is all I needed to feel satisfied. When we go out for ice cream, Bri and Brax and I split a kiddie size. At picnics, I grab a tiny bit of what I want to try. Resturants? I will have them box it before I start.
If I keep more in front of me, I will keep eating either because of the hand-to-mouth therapy feeling (when eventually I can’t even TASTE it anymore), or the “I must finish this” mindset. I think the serving size idea is also a great one to grow Braxton up on. Except for the Baby Goldfish- I’m pretty sure he doesn’t need 89 of them.
Look, I’m certainly no expert, and I will always have this weakness. We’re human, and as far as I know, we’re still only on this earth once. Despite my best daydreams, I am neither an elite fitness competitor nor an Olympian. So I don’t want to make myself miserable with diets. 99% of the time, I keep it clean. But I’m allowed a little dirt once in a while.
This trick has been working for me- we’ve had and have kept ice cream in the house for longer than 3 days, I can have something “bad” every now and then and not feel guilty, and I’ve seen zero decline in my fitness/weight/etc. On the contrary- still improving! So, I’m happy! Bri is too, because he can be a normal man again!
Try this with me, oh us poor suckers with cravings, and see what you think. We’ll start a new fad called the “snacking for cool kids rule.” Or something a lot more clever.