For as tiny and petite as Maya is (still only in 25th percentile for height and weight–as she has been all her life), she has always been a good eater: very in tune with her body, hunger levels, and even thirst. I’ve often been impressed by how intuitively she eats — telling me she isn’t hungry “yet” for snack at snack-time … or asking for more at dinner because she isn’t satiated. She constantly refills her own water glass and will often choose fruit before any other option.
She amazes me, day in and day out and I pray she’s always this good an eater.
I, on the other hand, have absolutely never, ever, ever been an intuitive eater. Never.
Oh, sure, I’ve tried … many times. And have consistently failed. Continue reading “Trusting their guts when I don’t trust my own”
I’ve heard that expression about five times in the past five days — usually after dinner, right before bed. The first time it happened, I was caught off guard (this isn’t something Maya has ever said before, especially after a meal) — so I just offered her a banana and we went about our teeth-brushing/book-reading evening routine.
The next time it happened, I checked her daily report card from school, to see if maybe she hadn’t eaten well at school. (Though she’s always been a slooooooow eater, she’s always been a good eater, in that she’ll eat anything … just not necessarily very much). But sure enough, she’d eaten 100% of each meal and snack. And all her dinner plus dessert (which happened to be leftover ice cream cake from Ben’s birthday last week). And milk.
So I offered her one of two choices: a pre-bed cheese stick or pre-bed yogurt. She opted for the cheese stick, and that was that.
But the next morning, she told me her belly was “so so so hungry.” This could only mean one thing: growth spurt. And it’s about hot damn time. Continue reading “mommy, i’m still hungry”
This weekend I had lunch with a dear friend I met online through Weight Watchers several years ago. Since then, our friendship has extended well beyond the realms of dieting and weight loss, and I’ve come to consider her a really awesome friend.
We got to talking about journaling and, knowing that — weight loss, maintenance, or gain, I’ve been a diligent journaler — she asked if I still kept a food journal/tracked my Points. Continue reading “Journaling for Success”
Happy 17 months, Maya! 🙂
Truly, watching my daughter eat has been one of the most eye-opening experiences of motherhood to date.
I wrote this post for Babble.com about how watching a toddler can give deep insight into how to eat intuitively. Check it out here: Want to Learn How To Eat Intuitively? Spend a Day with a Toddler (or below the jump).
Continue reading “My Latest Babble.com Post is Up!”
For years, when my husband and I have gone for ice cream, I’ve gotten FF frozen yogurt and drooled over his strawberry ice cream in a waffle cone.
I’d always have a taste of his– but never dared order a waffle cone myself. Call me ridiculous, but I had this stigma about it being “fattening,” “bad,” etc. Remember, it wasn’t too long ago when I used to label food and judge it.
Over the past year, and now into my pregnancy, I’ve definitely strayed from those black-or-white thoughts, replaced by a blurrier — but happier — world of gray.
And so after we took Rocco for a drive around town Friday night (he LOVES to go bye-bye in the car!), I decided to spring for my much-coveted waffle cone at our favorite local ice cream place (think a local version of Cold Stone Creamery, only better — and cheaper :)). Continue reading “A Meaningful Moment Worth Mentioning”
After a wonderful afternoon with our friends at our city’s annual RibFest followed by blueberry picking with my hubby, I was exhausted and hungry.
Hungry enough to eat something small, but not a real meal — and I certainly didn’t feel like cooking.
Hubby, who had eaten a small cow at RibFest, wasn’t hungry yet (he’s THE most intuitive eater I know) but I knew I needed something soon or at midnight I’d be clamoring for the fridge or snack cabinet.
And all that sounded good was a grilled cheese and tomato sandwich. Pure comfort food. My friend had just given me the most ripe tomatoes I’d ever seen and just knew they’d make for a perfect sandwich.
In the past, when low on Points for dinner (especially on nights my husband had class) I would have taken two slices of fat-free cheddar and tomatoes and smacked them between two slices of Sara Lee Delightful Wheat bread (“buttered” with I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter spray) and served it with a 0-point salad for a 2-Point “meal.”
And an hour later I’d be starving and end up ODing on junk I didn’t need because, though it pains me to admit it now, my dinner hadn’t been satisfying and left me genuinely hungry but also feeling deprived. Continue reading “Go Real or Go Home”
Sorry to sound like a whiner, but I am so exhausted and ridiculously jet-lagged.
I need to go to bed stat, but wanted to share a few trip highlights relevant to my blog’s messaging.
You can check out my photo albums on Facebook here and here.
*Also here!* New album with hubby’s pics!
(Please let me know if you can’t view these albums — Facebook says I should be able to share them!) The pictures tell the stories best, and there’s a little commentary, too 😉
Here’s my round-up of food, drink and exercise related to my trip.
Continue reading “A Journey to Remember”