Last time I checked in with you guys, I was dealing with guilt over eating 2 small squares of pizza and 2 chicken wings.
Some of you might say, “Come on. Grow up. Really? You ate that much and you’re guilty about it?”
Yep, I am. I’m also nervous about it. Nervous because I know me and food. We have a love/hate relationship that spans decades.
I’m concerned whenever I stray from the food plan I have for myself. That plan was put into place so that I might achieve health and fitness goals that NEED to happen in my life. However, I’m also aware of the need to remain calm when a decision is made to go off plan, and to analyze why I did it, and what it cost me.
In any attempt to determine what Saturdays pizza and wings cost me, I decided to create a mock-up of what my pizza slice looked like. I wanted to create a visual for what I truly ate, instead of depending on my imagination or eyeballing to inform me. I wanted a reality check, so I got out a piece of paper and I began to record what I originally thought was a small piece/square of pizza.
My first attempt was to draw a rectangle that was 2×4″ in size.
I looked at that rectangle and immediately knew my square was bigger than that.
I put another inch on the long end of the rectangle. Now we were getting somewhere.
It still looked smaller than what I remembered eating, so I drew another half-inch onto the side of the rectangle.
Better, but was it right? Was the slice I ate really that small?
I turned the rectangle side ways.
I picked the paper up and put it to my lips.
Was that the size of the piece I had eaten on the weekend? It seemed right, or at least close.
Problem is: I ate two “squares” of pizza on Saturday. Two squares that size, plus 2 chicken wings and a cup of hot tea.
Searching the internet to determine the calories in this serving of lunch was not easy. From what I could tell, 2 mild buffalo chicken wings is about 110 calories (for both), and a slice of cheese pizza from a small pizza is calculated at 130 calories each, so that’s what I will go with per slice for my pizza eaten (although I am pretty sure I ate less than that, seeing how my slice was smaller and I gave part of the crust to the cat).
The difficulty with knowing how dense the calorie load is with processed foods is evident here, which is why I have moved away from consuming many processed foods. Plus, I don’t like the chemical load I get with much of what I find in already-handled-for-you foods, pizza included. Who knows how much oil they put in the dough, on the dough, or in the sauce when they made that pizza. And forgetabout the oil in the cheese “product” they slathered on top.
My lunch on Saturday cost me conservatively between 370 and 550 calories.
And when you add in the emotional response I had to eating that little bit of food, the total is much larger. Plus, it didn’t fill me, and I had to get through the afternoon with cup after cup of hot tea, so that I would not eat again until supper.
Keeping this weight off is not easy. Losing more weight is not easy. Staying away from fast food pizza and wings is not easy. It is worth it, but it’s not easy.
Today, I have declared a wheat-free Wednesday for me. I’m still trying to escape the damage done on Saturday, and really through the entire weekend. With company in town, I could have done better. Thank the Lord, one of the wee ones in the house this weekend loves veggies and fresh fruit. I tried to hang with him and soak up his vegetarian ways. He does like pizza, too, though. Don’t we all?!