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A local snack food company makes a new flavor of cheese curls that is buffalo sauce flavored with a blue cheese aftertaste. The cheese curls are extremely good, but because they are new, they’re not readily available yet in the 8oz size bag. I’ve only ever seen them in the 2.75oz snack bags. The spouse recently had a hankering for them, so I got her the small bag because that was all the store had. She ate about a third of the bag, I ate about a third of the bag, and the rest are in the “snack bag” we keep by the TV.
The spouse tends to prefer sweet snacks over salty and she rarely eats much in a single sitting, so the fact that she walked away after a few cheese curls is not remarkable. I prefer the salty snacks and traditionally I have eaten them like a rabid dog. An entire 8oz bag of chips has served as an afternoon snack for me on more than one occasion. Getting slightly sick three quarters of the way through the bag might have slowed me down, but that was never enough to stop me from eating. If there were chips in the house, I was compelled to eat them until they were gone.
Since joining FS, I have learned that it is actually possible to eat a serving of chips and to stop there. That brilliant revelation came along with the equally brilliant revelation that cravings mean you are legitimately hungry and that a full, well balanced meal will quell the cravings as decisively as a diet shattering binge of snacks. For a while, spreading that gospel was my personal FS crusade.
I’ve actually been on more crusades than the Teutonic Knights since joining FS. It’s just so easy to do. I love to be right, I love to give advice, I love to be the person with all the answers. The forums are a wonderland of hapless souls who are desperate for the guidance I’m sure only I can give them.
Yeah.
But honestly, if I can spare some twenty or thirty year old chickie the pain of failing at yet another diet because my experience has given me the tools necessary to see what a younger person cannot, why wouldn’t I want to help? I know you can’t really tell people anything. When I was young, no one could tell me anything either, but I wasn’t exactly immune to good advice. The right word at the right time can make all the difference, even if the person receiving the advice doesn’t realize in that moment what they have received, and even if the person giving the advice never knows the impact it had.
But not all of my impulses are so noble and altruistic.
I had always been among the taller and heavier girls in my class. For a few awkward years in middle school, I wished that hadn’t been the case, but for most of my life, being bigger was an act of defiance. No one could tell me what to eat. No one could tell me how to look. No one could rob me of what seemed like strength and vitality in the name of feminine beauty. The simple act of eating a hamburger or knocking back some beers was a feminist assertion of power.
I’d like to think that at 43 I have lost some of that pointless adolescent rage, but for a few weeks on FS, I could feel that familiar surge of defiance every time I added a serving of chips or a fast food burger to my diet calendar. I not only was going to lose weight, but I was going to do it on my terms and it wasn’t going to be through weak, wilted little girl salads and rice cakes.
Tracking food is a tedious little chore, but it is liberating. If I have learned nothing else, I have learned that a sound diet is more forgiving than I ever thought. A burger is a burger. A beer is a beer. There are no political statements or social commentaries in either of them. I can have the things people insist are bad for me or I can have something else. There is nothing to prove and there are no battles to be fought.
Besides the remainder of those buffalo flavored cheese curls there is a 8oz bag of jalapeno flavored potato chips in the snack bag. They are my favorite, but I sort of regret buying the larger bag, the bag that until very recently seemed like the “normal” sized bag to me. I made some hummus not too long ago – I had a lot of tahini left after the falafel – and I bought some cherries over the weekend and I think I would rather snack on those things than the chips. A 2.75oz bag would have been plenty. The 8oz bag seems like too much now.
I went to the store the other day to pick up a few things. I got all this introspection – and a bag of chips.
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1971 kcal
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Grasa: 83,06g | Prot: 82,20g | Carbh: 236,74g.
Desayuno: All Fruit - Blueberry, 100% Natural Creamy Peanut Butter, bread, coffee, half and half, sugar. Almuerzo: feta, Penne with Eggplant and Olives. Cena: feta, Penne with Eggplant and Olives, shake n bake, chicken. Pasa Bocas / Otros: Jalapeno Kettle Cooked Potato Chips, cherries. más...
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