Wednesday, November 12, 2014


"I would like one egg."

"How would you like that cooked?"

"Fried, over easy."

"What else?"

"Nothing else. Just one egg."


"No, thank you."

"We have really good raisin toast."

"Just one egg, please."

"Just one egg?"

"Yes, thank you."

"One egg." The waitress cocked her head to the side and smiled. "Alrighty, then, just one egg!"

I admit it. I'm at it again. Once again, trying to whittle away a little bit of my middle. (That sounds like something Dr. Seuss would say, no?)

Very early this morning before exercise class, I ate a toasted bagel, topped with crunchy peanut butter. I LOVE crunchy peanut butter...can eat it straight out of the jar with a spoon. Yum.

When I met my friend for coffee at the Huddle House later this morning, I really intended to just order coffee. But, after a vigorous step workout, my toasted bagel was ancient history and I was feeling quite hungry. So, I ordered an egg.

Just one egg.

Initially, the waitress looked at me like she was confused. I don't think she'd ever had an order for just one egg. When she headed toward the grill behind the serving counter, she laughed and called out to the cook, "I have an order here for just one egg!"

We Americans eat so much food. Absolutely, I could have put down two eggs, bacon, and a stack of pancakes. I've done it before.

That's why my boobs sit right on top of my belly roll.

Which sits right on top of my thighs.

Just like one of those colorful ring-stacking toys for babies.

Red - my head. Orange - boobs. Yellow - belly. Green - thighs.
Well, you get the idea....

All of this to say, I have some power tools in my toolbox this go 'round:

Power tool Number 1 - I now know for a fact that it is possible to eat smaller portions, even in a breakfast diner where the air is thick with the intoxicating incense of waffles and pancake syrup. If I get hungry again later, I can eat another small portion. Makes much more sense than "tanking up" ahead of time, on the off-chance that I might get hungry later. Which I will. So my strategy is eat a little now of whatever I want, and then eat a little bit more later when I get hungry - instead of eat a lot now, and then a little more later when I get hungry. I'll let you know how it goes...

Power tool Number 2:  The awesome support of the ladies at ADBC Fitness, particularly Caroline and Melissa, who challenge me to work harder and to make healthy choices, one small change at a time.

Power tool Number 3:  A cool free on-line program called MyFitnessPal. I know from personal experience that I will not keep a food journal, or count calories, or eliminate carbs, or give up Helen's amazing brownies, or drink aloe-avocado-green tea smoothies. It's just not going to happen. MyFitnessPal lets me set goals, and then helps me see how my food choices and daily exercise contribute to reaching those goals. (MyFitnessPal even helps folks who want to gain weight, which I think is totally awesome.)

So, here's to not giving up, to failing and then trying again, to eternal-springing hope...

Anyone else up for a game of ring toss?!


Anonymous said...

Well, I am not doing a very good job of this, I have written it 3 times and lose it every time!!! That is the way I have always eaten, not intentionally, just have. My middle is spreading with the years, but the rest of me is skinny. Don't know if that is the reason, but good providence to you. I hope this method helps you reach your goal.
ms teri

Suzanne said...

I admit I have always been fond of the ring stacking toy. I admit my favorite lap to snuggle on as a tot was plump and mushy, not lithe and lean. I still find myself drawn to pleasantly plump more so than to athletic figures. Somewhere between birth and now I have come full circle proportionally. I seem to remember that a woman's waist "should be" 10 inches smaller than her bust and her hips "should be" equal to her bust. I cannot remember a time when I ever had that figure. I know that shopping for women's clothing designed for a bosomy woman whose waist and hips both measure the same as her bust is quite challenging. At this stage in my life I have no goal of achieving better proportions, smaller measurements, or lower weight. It may happen some day, but for now I will settle for being the plump, mushy woman that gives hugs and cuddles babies on my lap. I really like having something in common with happy memories.
You just happen to be so much slimmer than I am! Good for you. Just remember its good to be a little mushy for cuddling. Your grandbabies will be enjoying their own happy memories some day.
Loving you just the way you are, Suzanne

Camille said...

Suzanne, my kids also tell me that, as a Grammy, it's important for me to be squishy. :) I don't mind being a little squishy - just don't want my middle to feel bruised at the end of the day because my waistband is so dang tight. And you're right - Mer had the best smushy hugs and cuddles!

Thanks for the encouraging words, Ms. Teri - so far, it seems to be working!