Tom and I got married 11 months ago and in that short time I have gained somewhere in the neighborhood of 16 pounds since then. I finally stepped on the scale and was absolutely horrified. I’ve been flirting with doing something about my weight gain but the scale thing was a serious wake up call today. I went to New Seasons and looked at all their diet books, yes, diet. Tom’s sis had recommended the South Beach diet to me when I was trying to loose weight for the wedding so I picked up the book and thumbed through it. I like that it is geared towards making your own food. I like that it tells me exactly what and how much food to eat every day. I like that there are different phases which makes me feel like I’m making some sort of progress. So I’m going to do it. I’m going to just eat what the little book tells me to eat and I’m going to stick to it.
I feel like a cow. I hate the yo-yoing. I love food but I love feeling good about myself probably more than the few moments of joy I get out of that Delta fried chicken, Otto’s sausages, Tabor Schnitzelwiches, Haydn’s coconut banana creme pie and cheese fondue, Kettleman’s bagels, fresh baked Brioche, Oaks Bottom tatchos, all that beer…. sigh. Oh wait, where was I. Yes, I like feeling sexy more than I like these things. Yes, yes I do. I can abstain from the deliciousness for a while.
Freelancing has made it very difficult for me to maintain any sort of self control when it comes to food. That and all our discovering of Portland’s food treasures has made me what I am today. I need to tighten the belt and just chill out on the eating. Once I feel like I’ve got some sort of grip over the situation, I’ll have to figure out some sort of happy medium of how often to get to do my Portland food exploring.