I’ll admit I was a little nervous about the scale this week. Two days of rain with not a lot of activity made me count every single calorie a lot more closely than usual. But it kept me on track so my math wasn’t wasted. I am sort of annoyed with nutrition labels at the moment. All of the measurements for a recommended serving size had very little relation to what i wanted to eat. I know one of my issues has always been getting portion control correct but I cook a lot so I am generally dividing up produce, weighing meat and cheese, sifting flour and trying to figure out how much a medium egg weighs compared to a large one.
At the beginning of the pandemic we stocked the pantry and while I have been working through the more normal dry goods in a relatively steady fashion (we didn’t actually buy more than we would use in a month of those actually) however my baby doll panic-stocked his favorite prepackaged foods (because god forbid the apocalypse arrive and we not have cool ranch doritos). He added them to his personal workspace and has slowly been adding them to the pantry as we use up regular ingredients like rice.
And yes it seems very strange to run out of rice, but have three bags of doritos and eight chocolate bars.
There are other things too that he picked up: Premade soups, boatloads of canned tuna, that sort of thing. I actually had a look in his workshop and was rather surprised. As he hadn’t been opening cabinets and taking things out, merely adding one or two things at a time as ‘backup’ be was rather surprised as well. So he agreed not to panic buy for a while and we’ve been working through his stash.
To double back, usually my issue is with portion control. I usually want more than the recommended serving size. To be honest, the reverse is kind of true now on some of the junk foods. I don’t want as much as the serving suggests. Or I do but I can’t eat it. The culprit is sodium. Cooking at home with few premade packaged foods and not a lot of restaurant meals has dropped my sodium intake way down and I just can’t take the amount of salt I once did. Too much salt and my tongue starts to feel like it is burning.
I should point out that I have what’s called a geographic tongue. Mine is slight, one of my cousins has it way more than I do. His tongue looks as though he has been chewing on glass (sans Blood of course) when he sticks it out. By contrast, mine only has a few much smaller cuts. So it means some foods and chemicals hit me harder than other things. Salt in high quantities has always made my tongue feel burned, but now it takes much lower amounts of sodium to reach that level.
So there has been a lot of math as I counted my calories and argued with ingredients labels “I’m not going to eat five crackers, I’m only eating two you stupid box.”
My baby doll thinks it is amusing when I argue with labels about what I plan to eat. so he at least has had fun with my math this week.
But it paid off.
Starting weight: 246.0 lbs
Last week’s weight: 216.4 lbs
This week’s Weight: 215.4 lbs
This week’s loss: 1.0 lbs
Weight lost thus far: 30.6 lbs
So the math helped me out, even if very few labels had evenly splittable serving sizes. Three, five and seven were the most often recommended number of items to consume. I know there is a marketing reason for that, but I generally found I wanted to eat an even number. But truthfully, I don’t mind math in general. I just got annoyed when I didn’t think ahead and do the math before I got hungry. usually I plan things out better but I am working with unexpected ingredients and a sheepish man who apparently loves spaghetti-os. Luckily this weekend is our once a month grocery shopping excursion so I can restock actual pantry items. Fun stuff in the world of dieting. But at least it looks like next week will be clear and sunny. Cold, but clear and sunny.