Hubby and I have been talking about abundance lately. Not in the usual ask-the-universe-to-provide-what-you-want sense; it’s more along the lines of ‘how did all this extra weight get attached to my body?’ We have an abundance of us.
So we’re dieting.
And it’s Thanksgiving tomorrow.
Our hearts sank when we looked up the calorie count for pumpkin pie. Don’t ask me what the number is. It’s something on the order of one gazillion per small slice. Will we indulge? Maybe. Ask me tomorrow. For now we’re simply amazed at how uninformed we’ve been. Possibly because it’s physically impossible to Google nutritional information with your hand inside a bag of cookies.
Last night I went to bed feeling hungry – which revealed to me the depths of my psychological aversion to going to bed hungry. It brought up all kinds of stories about children not having enough food. Hey, isn’t that how our mothers got us to finish the food on our plates? I seem to remember something about starving kids in Africa who would kill themselves for the peas I was refusing to eat. Excellent! Another adult problem we can blame on our mothers. (Kidding, Mom.)
How did I get on that topic?
Oh yeah. Hunger. Before you start thinking we’re dieting by skipping meals and going hungry — we’re not. We’re eating healthy food three times a day. What we’ve given up is blindly and unintentionally overeating. Which brings me back to bedtime. Eating in the evening is a habit. Actually, a lot of my eating was habitual. Tough problem? Eat a cookie. Bored? Go out for ice cream. Bedtime? Have a snack. Yikes. Talk about a first-world problem.
I estimate we each have about ten pounds to lose. I have no idea how long it will take us. We don’t have a scale and I don’t want one. This has to be about creating new habits that make us feel healthy.
So here I am on a Sunday morning, the day before Thanksgiving. I have beside me a pile of books waiting to be read, a supply of fresh coffee, and a comfortable home in which to enjoy the things I love. I’m thankful. A little plump maybe, but thankful.