It All Begins With Breakfast
Monday, October 20, 2014
Last week was difficult for me and I gained 2 pounds as a result. Actually, I was relieved it wasn't more than 2. There were challenges in both eating and exercise that I didn't meet well.
Yesterday morning, I woke and looked at the clock. It showed a time that was neither early or late: I thought about seeing if I could go back to sleep, so that when I woke again, there would not be time to exercise before church. For me, exercise happens in the morning and rarely can I get up the gumption, desire, or willingness to exercise at any other time of day. Realistically, as a senior, I don't expect to ever develop a true love of exercise, when I have disliked it for so many years. Yes, I have tried dozens of types and never found one that I love; I've only found a few that I tolerate.
As I lay there thinking about whether I should get up right away so there would be time enough for my exercise, I also thought about what was different about last week. Yes, there were challenging situations, but I realized I had unwittingly undermined myself by falling into two old habits.
First, I had made excuses to do less exercise than usual -- I had to be at an early appointment, my husband wanted to us to leave early for our errands, I had too much work to do. Or my shoulder hurt, or my back hurt -- very convenient excuses for doing less exercise or less vigorous exercise.
Second, I forgot to eat breakfast on many of the days. From the time I was a small child, I have always disliked eating breakfast. My mother insisted and half the time, I didn't like what was served: poached eggs, coddled eggs, fried eggs. She sometimes served dry cereal and she would pour milk on it, then cheerfully (devilishly??) call up the stairs "I've poured your milk!!". This was her way of getting us to hurry downstairs, but the cereal was mostly soggy anyway, as we truly had not finished getting on our school clothes when she had called. When I left home, I was happy to eat when I was hungry which was closer to noon; there was even a study out of UC Berkeley, many years ago, that showed that SOME obese people do better if they don't start chewing early. They can drink fluids, but the longer they put off chewing solid food, the less they eat over the course of the day.
However, without eating breakfast I did become obese, so that clearly wasn't working for me. About a month ago, I began a new eating plan and decided to succumb to all the experts out there who say I have to eat breakfast. In the past, when I would eat healthy whole grains for breakfast, I just ended up wanting more carbs for the rest of my day, so that clearly didn't work for me either. I decided I had to eat a high protein breakfast with few if any carbs. OK, I was back to eggs, and determined that I could eat 2 eggs each morning, deviled in the warmer weather and as an omelet in the cooler weather. Both styles I do love. I also can drink a protein shake which has no carbs or fats; I have one I like, but not every day.
Last week, I literally forgot to eat breakfast on many days, and it was lunchtime before I was hungry and realized I had missed it.
So yesterday while I was ruminating about getting up or trying to get back to sleep, I thought about these 2 things which had gone awry last week and said to myself that if I didn't want to continue to be fat and less healthy, I'd better get up and Just Do It. I did. The rest of my day went very well and as I analyzed it, I realized that with the right breakfast, it really is easier for me to limit my cravings and food intake over the rest of the day.
Now Dear Diary, I will go make my breakfast and then dive into my exercise. Onward and Upward, Forward to better health.