FrostedFlake
Posts: 3084
Joined: 3/4/2009
From: Centralia, Washington
Status: offline
|
Frankly, I think most folks are going to find this post offensive. Let's keep in mind it's about what I can see from way over here.
The weight part of the array of problems being discussed is based on an emotional relationship with alleged food. As compared to a rational relationship with actual food. The foods I see being cooed over would be ok, if one was a logger. How would I know? I have been a logger. And did not coo over my food. It was not an emotional activity, it was 'eating'. And I did a lot of it. Without ever needing to buy bigger pants. The clothes I wear now are the same size. The belt is the same one. But I don't eat like that anymore. It's not that I don't have too, it's that I can't. If I did, I would be morbidly obese and have back spasms when I walk the short distance I would be capable of.
Part of the emotional relationship with food is based on the participation of Mom. This makes things tougher. The first predicate of change is the desire for it. Being joined at the hip like this means two people will have to want change before either of them can have it. If "food is love" then stand by for every sort of travail and resistance. If not, then thank Steve for small favors. You can discuss the matter rationally instead of emotionally.
The specific change I have in mind is brutally simple. "Stop eating trash".
You think I'm kidding? It ain't so.
The thing about healthy foods is, you can eat as much of it as you want. The thing about unhealthy food is, it is NOT a treat. Or an indulgence. Or something that makes you happy. Treat, indulgence, happy, these are emotional relationships. The problem is, the relationships are with 'food' that isn't really food. Think, doughnut. However little of it you eat, it is still unhealthy and so is the desire for it.
What is in my kitchen? A Brita. Even though I have 'good water'. Coffee and tea, no milk, no sugar. I get plenty of milk and sugar with my granola. Which I usually mix into strawberry yogurt. Sometimes with mixed nuts, too. I keep sandwich stuff handy. GOOD bread, for starters. Wonder Bread is not bread, it's garbage. The only thing Wonder Bread is good for is feeding ducks. If you want to learn what real bread is, ask a vegetarian. I will often use ranch or blue cheese salad dressing. I never use mayo. The meat is generally about an ounce of razor thin ham, chicken or turkey. I use three or so ounces of some kind of cheese. Then there is tomato, pickle, and olive slices and diced jalapeno. Unless I grill it using butter, then, save the salad. If I have dinner, I will likely bake a small, 6 ounceish, lean piece of meat under glass for an hour with a half cup of salsa, and serve it with rice decorated with the dribblins. A salad is simply sliced cuke, bell pepper and tomato and feta with a variety of olives drizzled with olive oil and some kind of vinegar. I keep apples, banana and oranges in plenty in a large basket in the living room and eat them at will.
Then there is what I keep on my bike. I eat twice as much when I ride. I could use candy and pop. But instead I use Clifs bars and the dozen or so similar products. Damn tasty, or I wouldn't bother, but not the sort of thing to put in the mouth because it's fun. I use these because they are easy to carry and pack a lot of nutrition. It also matters that I know where to get them cheap, by the dozen.
This is what I do, and it works for me. I would put it forward as an example of what could be, but I am reluctant to get into that conversation with someone who says stuff like :
quote:
I have to finish off what I got first. I don't believe in trashing food but using it up.
This is an example of what a psychologist would call self-sabotage. I know one lady who has twenty calenders, one atop the other. As if it was ever going to be 1988 again. She will not throw out the garbage. Or even the recycling. Or allow me to replace the kitchen sponge. In direct consequence, she carries around one hell of a lot of useless baggage, and values it. Despite the unavoidable fact that it is garbage. Refusing to 'waste' what is bad for you is a psychiatric condition. All I can do about it is point. If you don't see it, it ain't there, nothing I can say will change that.
About the back spasms, I can offer some advice. Extremely simple and effective advice. Which requires only a blank piece of wall and a minute.
Stand against the wall. Press fanny and shoulders against the wall. Press as much of what is between against the wall also. Press the back of the head against the wall. Look down. Raise arms so the forearm is vertical and the upper arm in horizontal and press the wrist and elbow against the wall. While maintaining contact with the wall at each point I just mentioned, draw the arms downward while keeping the forearms vertical. At the bottom of the stroke, the shoulderblades will push you away from the wall, slightly. As the arms are raised, forearms vertical, be sure to press the shoulders back to the wall, every time. Continue to raise the arms until the upper arms are higher than horizontal. 45 degrees higher is ok, more is no help and could hyperextend the shoulder, so don't. Count one. Repeat fifty times. This should take a minute. Or more. Slower is better. In a few days it will be very apparent this simple act works the shoulders and upper back, quite easily and quickly, in ways that are difficult to accomplish with weights.
In closing, I'd like to mention again I expect this post to receive a very poor rating. Life is like that, often enough to become predictable. Nevertheless, that is the way things are. And I don't think they make a pill for it.
Best wishes.
_____________________________
Frosted Flake
simul justus et peccator
Einen Liebhaber, und halten Sie die Schraube
"... evil (and hilarious) !!" Hlen5
|
RE: Where does this go to? HELP!! - 
Profile
New Messages
No New Messages
Hot Topic w/ New Messages
Hot Topic w/o New Messages
Locked w/ New Messages
Locked w/o New Messages
Post New Thread