The Good, the Bad and the Lo-Co
A few days ago my friend Christine told me she was worried about me. “Why?” I asked. “Because,” she said, “You keep posting on your blog about the things you are doing wrong, like eating burgers.” After a pause she added, “Are you even trying to eat right?”
So, I thought I should mention a few things…to, um, set the record straight:
- While writing last week’s burger post, I was actually lunching on a very healthy curried chick-pea salad…
- The last time we went to the Shake Shack, I had a ‘bird dog’ instead of a burger, did not get a milkshake though I wanted one, and did not eat even a single fry. (OK, so I hate their fries, but still…)
- Roasting in my oven right this moment is a veritable garden of vegetables: brussels sprouts, broccoli, cauliflower & eggplant disks. Some are for dinner tonight, but I roasted them all at once to have them available for lunch this week…
But Christine’s comment really made me think about what I’m posting and why. Turns out, it’s far easier to write about my lo-co failings rather than my (marginal) successes.
Because I would never want to sound um, braggy. Or worse, preach-y.
But in truth, this journey to lower my cholesterol without meds is a roller coaster. Every week I do some things that are good, lo-co-wise, AND some things that are not.
This week’s major failing was Keebler Fudge Stick cookies. After leaping of their own accord into my cart, I proceeded to eat the entire pack. By myself. My son never even saw the bag. Ridiculous, I know. And now, Christine, you are allowed to worry.
But then I manage to do something lo-co great. Even in the face of my fudge-stick-fiasco, I exercised EVERY SINGLE DAY this week. I am sure I’ve never done that before. So this week I hit both a lo-co-Keebler-low AND a lo-co-exercise-high. Is your head shaking? Mine is.
Sometimes, the dizzying highs and lows don’t even take a week. Sometimes I ride that coaster from low to high in a matter of hours. Today, for example, I was hung over from too much wine last night, so of course I brunched on full-fat eggs accompanied by sausage & hash browns…and did not even consider exercising.
But a few hours later the guilt got to me (and/or the hangover wore off), so I dragged myself off the sofa, sliced every vegetable in my fridge and oven-roasted them all.
Perhaps I should change my name to Sybil.