The 'Think Food, Eat It' Dilemma

Sometimes you are in the mood to eat your vegetables and drink a gallon of water and other days, you would prefer to climb in to the bowl of cupcake mix and eat the batter........for me it's the days when you cannot decide which type of day you should have that are the most frustrating!

Take today....I could go either way.  I started with a Fiber One bar and two cups of coffee.  It was quick and easy.  I am gulping water as I type.  But I am thinking about a Starbucks Light Frappacino.  "Light" as in 340 calories versus 600 something!  Grilled cheese sandwiches sound good about now, too.  No visions of broccoli or asparagus have popped into my head........

I think I would eat better if I lived in a nursing home where they just brought me healthy, nutritious food, and I just sat in my chair and ate it.  Or, perhaps a better vision might be if I was extremely wealthy and my personal chef prepared a light, delicious meal for me and has brought it out to the patio for consumption.  Either way, I did not have to think about the food, which is the point where I seem to get in trouble!

The logical solution....stop thinking!  Set up a boring routine like, Monday is chicken and broccoli, Tuesday is Grilled Fish and wheat pasta.  I know there's so many wonderful cooking shows and blogs giving advise of great food, but when I read or listen to them, I just get so hungry!  My advise: avoid the topic completely, be boring about food...give food less attention and you will make better choices if the decisions and selections are set in stone.  Hey, you won't even remember what you're missing....after awhile!

It's Green-Colored Water for Me: Cheers!

Happy St. Patrick's Day to you and your family!  I am sitting on the sidelines this year due to the fact that I am a fatty and am starting this diet and there's no alcohol involved!  The funny thing is I really don't care.  I am so tired of wearing this spare tire of blubber around my middle, that I am going balls to the wall and losing this weight.

Okay, actually the official beginning of the diet that my friend Gretchen and I are doing starts tomorrow.  But, I haven't had a drink for about two weeks.  I thought I should ease into it.  Cutting off most foods and alcohol at one time seemed a bit overwhelming.

On my 'Drastic Measures' page of this blog site, I will give measurements, and try to tell the daily story for first full 30 days. Don't worry, I won't make you lose your lunch by adding pictures!  I respect y'all too much!

I am meeting Bill at an Irish restaurant/bar for lunch.  His office staff have been there since 11:00 am so it should be interesting. Don't get me started about this topic, I might start to sound like an angry Irish girl who is cranky because I cannot have an Irish beer today.  One day, though, I will put to words my situation.....

The Best Side Effects of the UltraClear Plus Detox Program

It's the sixth day of my detox/cleanse and I must say, I am not feeling the euphoric feelings so many other people have described after a week. Maybe that happens today and tomorrow. I have enjoyed the bizarre nature and content of my dreams. I jump into bed at 9 pm and am upset when the alarm goes off at 6 am, as anything can and does happen in dreamland...........

Last night I was extremely intelligent and was solving serious technical problems for a "NASA-like" company in Prague. It was kinda cool, because all these 30-year old geeks with dark hair and dark clothes were hanging on my every word. They were amazed that I had picked up their language in just two weeks; yes, sometimes the dream was not in English, (which freaked the real me out, as I couldn't understand that part and there were no subtitles). We had dinner in a castle.......

(This is the real Prague Castle)

with tall candles lighting the room. It seemed like a company retreat as we were all staying there that evening. I sat next to a young couple, recently married, to my left and a man from Capulte, just outside of Prague on my right (I Googled it this morning and there is no such town near Prague).

(This is a real restaurant in Prague, called Bily Konicek)

We were apparently staying in the same suite together which didn't seem odd, except for when we were in bed and the girl became "Susan" from the Desperate Housewives show ("Susan": Teri Hatcher is in the middle)..........

and she was acting like a prude and didn't want to do a threesome or a foursome. I got miffed or embarrassed and said something intelligent and left the room. Then, the alarm went off and I was back in Scottsdale, AZ, USA, with just my above average level of intelligence.

I wonder will I'll be tonight?

Dr. Keith Smigiel had mentioned that several of his patients had experienced unusual dreams while detox/cleansing. Maybe your mind is free to dream better once the toxins are removed from you body. (Warning: This is the less intelligent Beth speaking now).

And maybe Keith did not tell me about how during the first part of the week you are not thinking about sex at all but the last few days, that's all you think about. Not eating or drinking alcohol is hard enough, he probably wants his patients to have a pleasant surprise at the end of a difficult cleansing week. I have to tell you, it is helping me get through these last few days.

And going on the Internet searching for the places of your dreams, has been interesting, too.

Did Girl Scout Cookies Get Smaller or Have I Gotten Larger?

It's Friday morning and I have just come in from walking my dog. I pour myself a cup of fresh-brewed coffee and decide a couple of Girl Scout 'Trefoil' cookies would be a nice accompaniment. But what's this? They shrank the cookies and the box that they came in this year! Now three cookies equate to about 1 1/2 cookies from last year, I surmise. If I had known that, I would have purchased more boxes....


Girl Scout cookies are not supposed to be in my food intake at all, but last week I stepped out of the grocery store and one of my friends' daughters was standing there in her adorable little uniform, selling these tiny boxes of cookies. She could be the poster child for Girl Scouts...she has the most adorable smile and natural good looks and the next thing I knew, I had bought many boxes of cookies. She's polite, too, saying thank you and offering to put my cookies in my grocery bag. It's really not my fault; they should have less attractive and not-so-sweet girls selling the goods if I am going to be able to resist!

Of course, now I don't want to waste food, that would be wrong. So, I ration them to myself. I can have three (don't give me shit...I told you they are tiny!) with my morning coffee and one after my lunch salad.

As I take teeny-tiny bites so the cookies last longer, I begin to feel like this cat:

What if the cookies haven't change at all in size and it's just that I have gotten larger? The horror. I run to that dreaded piece of nasty torture (the bathroom scale) and weigh myself. Arghh! Now I confused and more so than usual. Help a poor, empty nest woman out. Have the cookies shrunk or have I just gotten bigger? Maybe it's both, but either way, this is no way to start my Friday morning out.