Remember a few weeks ago, when I crowed that I had dipped below my prepregnancy weight? I should have shut up. Because I’ve regained 3 pounds since then. And the worst of it is, I’ve been doing all kinds of stuff to become healthier, and I’ve been exercising more. So imagine my teeth gnashing.
Michael still “nurses” 4x a day–morning, night, and naps–but I put it in quotes because if we miss one I don’t notice, and he spends half his time jerking his head this way and that at any noise or interesting object. Nursing is virtually done; I’m just holding on. In any case, neither he nor I are exchanging significant caloric content that way, so I figure it’s safe to go to the next level (the one I’ve been trying like the dickens to avoid by making lifestyle changes), namely….
I started a diet this week. Sort of. A friend of mine suggested loseit.com, and I signed up and started counting calories for losing 1/2 pound a week. I thought that seemed reasonable. Know how many calories loseit.com gave me? 1660. Ayah! I went over by 250 the first day, and I was STARVING ALL DAY. STAR.VING. I’ve spent so long paying attention to carbs, and virtually everything high in protein is also high in calories. I have to shift my entire way of thinking. By dinnertime on the first day, Christian was laughing. “There’s going to be a blog post on this, isn’t there?” Well, it would mostly be griping, so I’ll try to refrain, but… Well, anyway.
At the same time, I’m trying to learn to make the homemade cakes turn out moist. Not that I’m ever going to get to eat one again, but I can dream, right? Here’s the list of tips I found:
a) use buttermilk or sour cream instead of milk
b) cut the fat by 15% and subsitute glycerine (whatever THAT is…)
c) stir the flour with a fork to incorporate some air; flour compacts and you use too much.
Anybody else have any wisdom to share? And remember, from-scratch cakes. I’ve decided I love the moistness of mixes, but the taste of homemade is better.
Last night Christian and Alex had “raingutter regatta” for the Cub Scouts. If you don’t know what that is, it’s building a boat with two runners, a sail and a rudder, and you blow them down the “track” to see whose goes fastest. (That’s such a boy thing. The Cub Scouts are such an eye opener for me.) Afterward, Christian and Alex were heading out to come home and heard screaming in the boys’ bathroom. Christian ducked his head in and found some of the boys trying to race their boats in the toilet.
As bad as the drought was this year, I had zero expectations for fall color. So when our trees turned crimson and gold, I chalked it up to the watering…until the walnut tree in the woods went through an alchemical process, and the baby maples in the woods began glowing. I can’t explain it, but it’s made me very happy.
Last but not least, here’s a fiction piece, if you’re into that sort of thing.
- Calories: How to Know if You Go Too Low (everydayhealth.com)
- Losing Body Fat (ultimate-vitality.com)
- A Shame-Free Food Lifestyle (health.usnews.com)