Wednesday, June 13, 2007

A heavy sigh

Well, after nearly two weeks of thinking and fretting and blogging, I have evidently lost three pounds and gained back 3 ounces. (I weighed myself twice).

This morning when I stepped on the scale, I had gained three ounces. It's not very much, but still it's not the direction I had hoped to be moving in. On the other hand, I've been so not dieting. I mean, I haven't been following my food plan.

There were all those unauthorized no-bake cookies over the past couple of days when chocolate was calling my name (but they have oatmeal! Isn't that healthy?!?) and potato chips too, when I was floundering in the pit of despair.

At least I've been keeping up my electronic food diary. That's a pain in the tush, because so many things have to be entered by hand. No-bake cookies had to be analyzed ingredient by ingredient, with the whole recipe entered into the FDA's nutritional database ( and then the totals divided by the number of cookies yielded by the entire recipe.

And boy is it discouraging to see what an entire recipe's worth of a single ingredient is, in terms of calories, fat, and other stuff. The face of one particular dietitician swims in front of my face every time I look up the nutritional value of a stick of butter.

This is what she said to me one day:

"Do you know what's in a pie crust?" She leaned in close to me, her eyes narrowed.

"Well, I--"

"Lard," she hissed (which is not an easy thing to do when there isn't a single sibilant in the word), her voice filled with loathing and disgust.

I knew what she was getting at, but I really resented her demonizing a perfectly innocent ingredient. If it's not good for you, don't eat it. But geez, you know?

So anyway, I guess I'm going to have to change my attitude towards food.