You know when a woman walks in the room, but you’re pretty sure she’s actually a man dressed in women’s clothing? (I went to post-grad in San Francisco-you see it all there). Anyway, you try not to stare, and you manage notto stare, but you really, really want to have a good look.
That’s how it’s been with this Non-calorie-counting campaign. I look at a serving of food or a label (out of habit and curiosity) and then I have to tell my brain NOT to add up the calories of the meal- DO NOT ADD UP THE CALORIES! DO NOT LOOK AT THE TRANSVESTITE! I know, I know….so random and weird.
It’s also a little bit like when someone starts to tell you something you really don’t want to hear (like when your parents begin to tell you where and when you were conceived), so naturally, you stick your fingers in your ears and sing “LA LA LA LA…I can’t HEAR you!” By the way I am working on my increasing my maturity level and the recent rainbow sprinkle obsession is not helping matters. Anyway, the uncounted calories are just begging to be tallied, but you have to revert back to elementary school tactics to shut them up.
Here’s another one: Do you remember in Airplane, when Ted Striker was certainly going to crash the plane, and the crazy air-traffic control guy kept saying things like “Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit smoking“. Then next time it was “drinking“, then “sniffing glue” and “taking amphetamines” and on and on? As luck would have it, we’re demolishing our kitchen this week so that we can remodel it next week. (This has only taken us about 5 years to plan). Having taken the kitchen apart at the seams, I found myself shaking my head, saying “Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop counting calories!” Ah, life imitating art (and Airplane is art, no?)
So far it hasn’t been too difficult. Between the transvestite trick, the “LA LA LA” technique, and just laughing at the mere thought of Airplane, it’s been a successful 62.4 hours. Fingers crossed that it will stay that way. I don’t feel that I’m overindulging, nor restricting. But the odd part is the lack of knowledge-not knowing where I stand every night before hitting the sack. It’s one of those scary time-will-tell experiments. That’s a bit unnerving.
By the way, I’m really grateful to all the readers who commented about this decision to stop calorie-counting. I learn so much from every comment. I must thank Charlotte in particular because if it wasn’t for her sharing her Grandmother’s story with the world, I may not have been ready to take this leap of faith just yet. Also, Katie’s post entitled “Calories be Darned”
was a sign that I should start that day. Fate.
Interestingly, I am noticing in the blogosphere that folks are really leaning one way or the opposite way regarding record-keeping. Some folks have tossed the calorie counting and others have re-embraced it…all within the last day or so! There has been an interesting discussion going on at HEABs place which really cemented one thing in my brain: we’re not all cut from the same cloth, so we have to find what works best for us. Diff’rent strokes for diff’rent folks. No right or wrong, just different.
By the way, any die-hard Airplane fans? What’s your favorite quote or scene?