I’ve always hated the word “dieting” almost as much as I hate doing it, but as of late I’ve decided to be more conscious of my eating habits and there are a few thoughts that have started to change the way I think about food, so I thought I’d share:
1. Don’t eat until you’re full. Eat until you are no longer hungry.
2. Better to eat a small meal and have a snack in a couple hours than overeat at every meal.
3. If you are not enjoying something you are eating, stop. Don’t waste calories on something you don’t even like.
4. Try to avoid eating because you are bored. Grab a stick of gum or a glass of water instead.
5. Don’t feel bad for “wasting” food, even if you eat everything on your plate, you will be “wasting” it eventually.
6. If you are trying to decide between 2 items at a restaurant, default to choosing the healthier option every time.
7. A treat is fine once in a while, but if you do it daily then it is not a treat.
8. One bite of anything is not going to kill you.
9. Split restaurant meals or order ala carte options.
10. Don’t drink your calories, save it for a piece of chocolate.
Have any tips to add? I would love to hear them.
During the preparation of the awesome meal mentioned in the previous post we had a fun little interlude with our dog. Scarlett is a funny little critter who has a personality all her own. She is fearless when it comes to most things including people and big dogs, but there are 2 things she fears: heights and smoke.
When the tri-tip in the pan began to smoke, we immediatedly turned on the stove fan and opened the window, but the smoke was insanely thick and billowed throughout the apartment quickly. Scarlett began nervously pacing the floor. When it got pretty bad, we decided to open the front door. I found Scarlett sitting at the door waiting anxiously for me to open it. I could just hear her thoughts, “Come on guys, we should be leaving!”
Once I opened the door she sprinted to the edge of the stairs where she was confronted by her second fear. Would she chance a tumble down the flight of stairs? Maybe not. She returned to the front door, now sitting outside looking in, waiting for us to follow her precautionary lead.
I tried to assure her that everything was okay, but she didn’t move. After a while I picked her up and put her on the couch. She climbed up on the arm of the couch and leaned over the edge so that she could see us in the kitchen. She monitored our saftey for the next 30 minutes as we finished preparing dinner. She finally relaxed when we sat down to eat. Our very own little Smokey the Bear.
So the hubby and I came home after a long day and debated what to make for dinner. I had some tri-tip in the fridge that I was going to grill, but it was after 8pm, so he suggested frying it up in the pan. This was the first in a series of improptu decisions that made for one the of the best unplanned meals I’ve ever had.
So I seasoned up the meat and seared in our cast iron pan, but it was smoking too much so I had to pull it out and it was still too rare to eat. I sliced it up and seared the slices until they were perfect.
We popped some potato wedges in the oven and hubby grilled up some red bell pepper and onion. Grated some cheddar cheese and toasted a sourdough baguette, all of which added up to the best sandwich ever!
The odd experience for me was this: I had no idea what these elements were going to taste like all together. As a cook, I generally have a kind of zen communion with my food. I predict flavors as I cook, which is how I can make it taste the way I want, but this was a complete surprise and a fabulous one at that.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!
I wanted to thank you for all of the wonderful things you have done for me. You are the best! I am a very lucky daughter and I don’t go one day with being thankful for my awesome parents.
Please enjoy your day, you’ve earned it, many times over.
Also to my Grandmothers, wonderful ladies who have also taught me a lot over the years, even though one of them has gone on to her reward, their teachings will always be with me.