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.
I want to share this awesome article I read at Rookiemag.com called Eating: A Manifestothat author and blogger Clare Mysko shared on Facebook today, which could be best summed up by this paragraph in the piece:
“Could we stop feeling ‘guilty’ for wanting an effing brownie? Or a plate of fries? Could we stop actively seeking permission from our friends to go ahead and ‘be bad’ and order the cheesecake? Could we all just go ahead and order whatever it is that we feel like eating, instead of saying, ‘Oh, I feel like a pig, you guys are just getting salads’?” Continue reading “Eat the Damn Brownie”→
It’s truly fascinating watching an infant eat. Babies know when they’re hungry … but more importantly, they know when they’re full. This makes me even more convinced that satiety is, indeed, an innate concept … yet something many of us lose over time.
If Maya is hungry, she’ll cry, start noshing on her hands, squirm … and if she has had enough, she’ll purse her lips or put her hands in front of her face or, if she’s nursing, fall asleep at the breast or pull away from me for a break.
Some days she’s hungrier than others … and while she always eats, some days I worry she isn’t getting enough … and then other days she eats more and/or has more than her usual eight feedings. Continue reading “On Satiety”→
I’ll let you read it here in full, butthis post by Bethenny Frankel(my favorite Housewife) really spoke to me, and was spot-on to how I’ve been feeling lately.
As she notes, “Like eating, exercise can’t be your best friend or your enemy. You weren’t “good” because you worked out, and you weren’t “bad” if you didn’t. Somehow, find a healthy relationship with exercise so you are happy to have it in your life.”
Though I’ve never had trouble getting the motivation to work out (hell, I was a chronic over-exerciser for a long time), being pregnant has changed my own expectations of what my body can do/wants to do.
I’ve come to terms with the fact that sometimes a nice, long walk with my hubby and pup some days is a good enough workout–and good for the mind, body and soul. Other days when I have more energy, I do more.
But Bethenny’s point is that any exercise should be done without the “good”/”bad” judgment but rather with an eye on the “happiness factor” — as in, does X make me happy? For example, I will never run on the treadmill. I’d rather do nothing, I hate it that much. But get me outside on a cool, crisp day (like today), and I’ll pound out 2-4 miles and feel great about it because I genuinely enjoy doing it. No music, no running buddy … just me, my thoughts and the fresh air.
I think along the way, I’m finding that healthy balance I strove for all those years. Thanks, Bethenny, for the reminder! 🙂
“Good food and good friends make the world go round.”
I don’t know who said that, but I feel like I’ve heard it before and I dig it.
I’m in Chicago for work this week. Last night, I went to dinner with two wonderful friends — one of whom I met through Weight Watchers Online and have become incredibly close with over the years, and one of her best friends from college (also on WW), whom I adore.
We went to FlatTop Grill, one of those places where you pick your own veggies and meat and make stir-fry. It was delicious, and as always, we had a blast. Afterwards, we continued our gab-session over fat-free frozen yogurt at Treats. A great night out in the city with girlfriends and a perfect, low-calorie (but delicious) way to cap off the evening.
It was so wonderful to hang out with friends who understand Weight Watchers and live it — but don’t obsess over it. It’s such a healthy environment for me to be in, because they both demonstrate a really balanced relationship with food, one I’m still struggling to attain. Continue reading “Comfort in Numbers”→