I must plan!
I must!
When I don't plan I can't find anything "good" to eat in my house and I end up running...out. To like In N Out or something. And although there is something somewhat-ish acceptable there (the bunless burger) it's still rather high in fat and not something I should eat everyday. Plus if I get the bunless burger then I tell myself that I can spend the carb calories on a milkshake. Not a good idea. At all.
So I plan. (it helps me spend less too, for like all of you, I am on a budget and cannot have an expensive diet.)
My Dinner plans for next week:
Sat- Chinese Chicken and Green Beans with spaghetti squash and not eating candy at my church's Halloween party
Sun- Big Salads with Roast Beef and Blue Cheese and more of not eating Halloween candy
Mon- Chicken and Veggie Kebabs with Spinach Salad
Tues- Beef Bulgogi (I know you're saying "What the Heck?" but it's not that weird, you'll see) and Korean Bean Sprout Salad
Wed- West African Chicken and Peanut Stew with Ginger and Green Onions (thank you Kalyn, thank you!)
Thurs- Leftover Roast Beef Italian Stew (thanks again to Kalyn)
Fri- Leftovers
Lunches will be leftovers portioned out from the night before.
Breakfasts will be...varied. Protein smoothies, eggs, protein pancakes.
Snacks (which, thankfully are MANDATORY on the SBD) will be: roast beef sandwich spread (a lightened up version of Ree Drummond's aka the Pioneer Woman aka someone who's really got it all figured out food-wise. What you've never heard of the Pioneer Woman? You sad, sad soul. Google NOW), my version of super Mormon-y pineapple pistachio green stuff (not strictly phase one but close enough for me) and celery with all natural peanut butter.
And lots of green and herbal tea.
And dips with the spoon in the cool whip tub. And probably the Peanut Butter jar.
Portion control!!!
This is going to be a piece of cake. A slice of sugar free, carb free, fat free....um....cake.
Whatever. It's gonna be good.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Phase 1 one more time
So a LONG time ago I did the South Beach diet (for a very short time) and did well on it.
Really well.
Like to the tune of 12 pounds in one month!
That's really well in my opinion. But then I stopped! I know, I know! Why stop a good thing? You were on a roll, why call it quits?
Are you some kind of namby pamby quitter non-type A sort of girl?
The short answer to that question is... YES. And you won't be hearing the long answer any time soon.
Geez. Get off my back. Or, rather, don't. *Sigh* I suppose that's one reason why I need a blog- it's a food diary other people can read and help keep me accountable. But mostly I need a blog because although I may be a namby pamby quitter-type sissy whiner I ALSO happen to be a WRITER. Thus me writing. And filling a void that perhaps has lately been filled with food. Writing has many fewer calories than food.
It's true!
N E ways. Back to the diet thing.
I'm 24 and way too young to look (and feel) this old. Little black dress? Puke. Sorry, I don't mean to be self-deprecating (see that big word right there? Told you I'm a writer) but seriously, nothing I own looks good on me right now and CERTAINLY nothing I own could be considered little- except perhaps my gym socks. My feet remain as dainty as ever. One time I went on a diet and lost a shoe size. True story. For another time.
The South Beach Diet is not really a diet so much as a new lower glycemic, more heart healthy way of eating. I need these things because, you see, my doctor has just informed me that my triglycerides are ONE HUNDRED points over where they should be.
ONE HUNDRED!!!!!!!!! Freak. Holy freakin' freak. (you'll notice that, although I'm not a swearer I make liberal use of acceptable swear substitutes.) Seriously. I'm 24. Freak.
Oh yeah, he also told me that if I don't change how I eat I WILL have diabetes in 5-10 years. SCARY. I don't do sick and I don't repeat DON'T do shots. Ugh. Sick. Ugh shots. Blech.
Sorry, back to the real stuff and me not freaking out as bad.
So starting on Saturday (aka grocery shopping day) it's HELLO PHASE ONE!!!! And goodbye to me being fat and lazy (because I kind of am in some ways.)
Soon we'll be saying HELLO to a sexy (modest!) little black dress. THAT will be a good post let me tell you.
Any sister skinny fans out there? If so, it's gonna be epic like the size 6 jeans. Epic.
Really well.
Like to the tune of 12 pounds in one month!
That's really well in my opinion. But then I stopped! I know, I know! Why stop a good thing? You were on a roll, why call it quits?
Are you some kind of namby pamby quitter non-type A sort of girl?
The short answer to that question is... YES. And you won't be hearing the long answer any time soon.
Geez. Get off my back. Or, rather, don't. *Sigh* I suppose that's one reason why I need a blog- it's a food diary other people can read and help keep me accountable. But mostly I need a blog because although I may be a namby pamby quitter-type sissy whiner I ALSO happen to be a WRITER. Thus me writing. And filling a void that perhaps has lately been filled with food. Writing has many fewer calories than food.
It's true!
N E ways. Back to the diet thing.
I'm 24 and way too young to look (and feel) this old. Little black dress? Puke. Sorry, I don't mean to be self-deprecating (see that big word right there? Told you I'm a writer) but seriously, nothing I own looks good on me right now and CERTAINLY nothing I own could be considered little- except perhaps my gym socks. My feet remain as dainty as ever. One time I went on a diet and lost a shoe size. True story. For another time.
The South Beach Diet is not really a diet so much as a new lower glycemic, more heart healthy way of eating. I need these things because, you see, my doctor has just informed me that my triglycerides are ONE HUNDRED points over where they should be.
ONE HUNDRED!!!!!!!!! Freak. Holy freakin' freak. (you'll notice that, although I'm not a swearer I make liberal use of acceptable swear substitutes.) Seriously. I'm 24. Freak.
Oh yeah, he also told me that if I don't change how I eat I WILL have diabetes in 5-10 years. SCARY. I don't do sick and I don't repeat DON'T do shots. Ugh. Sick. Ugh shots. Blech.
Sorry, back to the real stuff and me not freaking out as bad.
So starting on Saturday (aka grocery shopping day) it's HELLO PHASE ONE!!!! And goodbye to me being fat and lazy (because I kind of am in some ways.)
Soon we'll be saying HELLO to a sexy (modest!) little black dress. THAT will be a good post let me tell you.
Any sister skinny fans out there? If so, it's gonna be epic like the size 6 jeans. Epic.
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