It is no doubt a great blessing to live in a full house..full of people, full of noise (most of the time), full of food. With a Mum that loves to feed her family and a family that loves to eat, it works out well. And just because I gave myself an impression that that phrase makes my family sound gluttonous, let me just clarify that they’re all normal healthy people..no extremeties of – all the junk/no junk. They’ve got that whole moderation thing down to pat and they do it effortlessly. My “all or nothing” mind-set makes up for their relaxed outlook! There are some fabulous bakers in the family, meaning a constant supply of home-baked cakes and whatnot. And that is not a bad thing.
When I just started off the weight gain process, I was determined to gain on ‘clean’ foods. As I loosened the reins a little..got the taste of freedom and sugar, I knew it would be disastrous to try to stick to the original plan. After some invaluable encouragement in the form of emails passed through, my mind-set took a complete transformation where I began fifth-guessing my idea of ‘clean’ weight gain – for the weight to go in the ‘right’ places of course! Yeah apparently that doesn’t happen. That, and I was apprehensive about gaining all the weight on healthy foods only to REGRET it once I’m at a good place. I have this innate need to try to evade potential circumstances of regret. Which is why – some of the time – I’d rather bail out from going somewhere, than leaving my comfort zone and REGRET having went and wishing I was home. <- story for another novel, another time. So I went on a short stint of the The Experimentation diet which lasted sayyy.. -3 weeks. The amount of times I ate cake when I wanted oatmeal, and chips when I was craving roasted veggies is absurd I tell you. I repeatedly erred by going for the ‘unhealthy’ choice, certain that if I went for the healthier one I’d still want the cake etc.
Through it all I’ve learned that even if I do want and consume a legit sugar-bomb dessert, I never feel good afterward. I’m not talking about guilt here.. I always suffer a major sugar crash and I’m not entirely a fan of the ’empty’ feel a regular cake/cookie gives me versus a healthier version. The past few days I have really noticed the immediate difference from the things I’ve been eating and what makes me feel good. That doesn’t mean I am turning down chocolate cake when that is what I want, but I don’t think I will be the Snickers/Oreo mad human I was a few ages ago. I have eaten both multiple times recently..and it seems like one of those things I might have a craving for once in a while. It’s just that even when I make the choice to eat
a 3 sugar cookies, I am aware of how I will feel afterward, therefore taking responsibility for how it impacts my body. I’ve found that I love satisfying my sweet tooth with…
Chocolate lava baked oatmeal topped with peanut butter
I’m at the place where I’m happy to gain the rest whether I am eating ice-cream or banana soft serve.Because I know that no matter what, I am going to eat what I crave, when. And most importantly I am honouring my hunger with little question. Of course my favorite ‘healthy’ savory snack remains unchanged.
All that being said..I will admit I am a touch confused. By the information I have come across it is normal for my body to react in a more pronounced manner to regular sugar comas, and with time and exposure to sugary foods it should lessen. So by keeping the amount of sugary treats in check (not as a means of restriction) but to avoid that dreaded jitters, am I not helping things? Because I would much to like to enjoy a coffee-shop muffin without getting a crazy sugar hangover 45 min. later.