Have you ever woken up in the morning, still feeling full from the previous night? I have to admit it’s happened to me more than I care to remember. Of course, all that’s over for me now, right? Hmm. Not right.
I really thought yesterday was a near-perfect day in terms of meals and portion control. True, I wasn’t eating a “perfect” selection of foods according to my diet plan, but I did the best I could in terms of a restaurant meal, and my dinner was brilliant (as my friend A would say). What did I eat, you ask? I will swallow my pride (along with all those meals) and tell you.
Brunch: as previously mentioned, a Cora’s skillet. True, non-organic egg and likely oil in the veggies, but a good choice given the venue. The only better thing I could have done would be to order the oatmeal and sweeten it with stevia.
Snack: pink grapefruit; water; faux “iced coffee” (my fave: made with coffee substitute and vanilla rice milk).
Dinner: raw vegan sushi (made with raw almond pate, nori sheets, cucumber, radish, red pepper, avocado) and a ginger-lemon sweet potato salad (the recipe from Martha Stewart’s Everyday Food–which, as it turns out, is a great mag for some interesting vegetarian dishes). Forgive me the lack of photos, for now; I will post as soon as I can figure out how to do it.
So. . . note that I haven’t mentioned how much of anything I ate. This is because The Plan allows me to eat as much as I want, until I feel “comfortably full” (I just made up that last part–I assume that’s how much “normal” eaters eat). And last evening, I did just that–did not overeat, I thought. Proud of myself for the fabulous minerals in the nori, the protein in the almonds, the many veggies, the beta-carotene, fibre, and low GI in the sweet potatoes. Not to mention the ginger dressing, a great immune-booster and anti-inflammatory (my eyes said, “thanks”). And the Girls loved the salad, too (“Yum, Mum, you can make that any time!”).
I want to be able to eat what I want, without worrying too much about how much I’m packing away. Again, it’s my quest for normalcy: normal people (ie, those like my honey, without weight issues) eat what they like, when they like, and how much they like. Unlike me, they don’t overdo it on a regular basis.
So when I woke up this morning, still feeling a bit bloated from last night’s dinner, I wondered why. Am I unaccustomed to the additional fiber in those sweet potatoes? Did I actually eat much more than I realized? Is my digestion so screwed up that I’m unable to process even healthy food effectively? My answer is, “probably a bit of all three.”
Off to work today, where I’ll consume the remainder of the s.p. salad and perhaps an apple for lunch. Will see how that leaves me by the afternoon.
For a later post: trying to eat only when I’m really hungry.