Body Language
I'm not in touch with some signals my body sends me.
We went out for dinner to an all-you-can-eat pizza place that also has a side with "real" food. After the salad and homemade antipasto on crackers (amazing antipasto), I thought I was feeling full. This surprised me, as I had been very hungry, so I figured I was mistaken. I went back for some pizza (just a piece) and some steamed vegetables and some etouffee (creamy and spicy-hot with lots of crawfish tails, over rice). The etouffee was sooooo good, but toward the end it was hard to eat. Then, I had to eat some chocolate pudding, because I had a stressful day, and it was chocolate.
I no sooner stood up after DH paid the bill, but I knew I had made a serious mistake. It took about 45 minutes after dinner before I didn't feel like the best possible thing that could happen would be to barf.
What's interesting to me about this is that I am so unfamiliar with how "full" feels, that when I felt full, I didn't believe that's what it was. Of course, it might have been denial because I hadn't had etouffee or pudding yet. If I can learn to recognize and act upon these signals, over meals I have cooked vs. meals out we are paying for, this could really help in my development of a plan for losing weight.
The weather here has been dreadful ever since I got back. The mornings are OK, but by mid-afternoon the clouds roll in, followed by buckets of rain and lightning and thunder. The pool where I do water aerobics is outdoors, so no swimming in the lightning storms. Between that and the Ohio trip hiatus, I'm WAY behind on my exercise plan. This might be a good reason to join the other club (with the INDOOR pool and water aerobics) when my membership at this one is up in August. Plus, it will be better for the winter. It may be southeast Louisiana, but swimming outside in forty-degree weather is cold, I don't care where you are.
We went out for dinner to an all-you-can-eat pizza place that also has a side with "real" food. After the salad and homemade antipasto on crackers (amazing antipasto), I thought I was feeling full. This surprised me, as I had been very hungry, so I figured I was mistaken. I went back for some pizza (just a piece) and some steamed vegetables and some etouffee (creamy and spicy-hot with lots of crawfish tails, over rice). The etouffee was sooooo good, but toward the end it was hard to eat. Then, I had to eat some chocolate pudding, because I had a stressful day, and it was chocolate.
I no sooner stood up after DH paid the bill, but I knew I had made a serious mistake. It took about 45 minutes after dinner before I didn't feel like the best possible thing that could happen would be to barf.
What's interesting to me about this is that I am so unfamiliar with how "full" feels, that when I felt full, I didn't believe that's what it was. Of course, it might have been denial because I hadn't had etouffee or pudding yet. If I can learn to recognize and act upon these signals, over meals I have cooked vs. meals out we are paying for, this could really help in my development of a plan for losing weight.
The weather here has been dreadful ever since I got back. The mornings are OK, but by mid-afternoon the clouds roll in, followed by buckets of rain and lightning and thunder. The pool where I do water aerobics is outdoors, so no swimming in the lightning storms. Between that and the Ohio trip hiatus, I'm WAY behind on my exercise plan. This might be a good reason to join the other club (with the INDOOR pool and water aerobics) when my membership at this one is up in August. Plus, it will be better for the winter. It may be southeast Louisiana, but swimming outside in forty-degree weather is cold, I don't care where you are.
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