(Yes, I said in the last post that my next post would be about something else. I meant the next post in the series.)
My small victory for yesterday was necessary, because I've gained about a pound for real and am trying to take it back off.
Yesterday Hannah and I watched Becket with the 8/9 year old boys in lieu of reading our medieval history from Story of the World. (Only a small amount of skipping ahead, during a couple of "wenching" scenes, was necessary. The boys liked the movie surprisingly well, with some pauses for us to discuss what was going on.) Because we were watching a movie, Hannah made copious amounts of generously buttered popcorn. Real popcorn! Not microwave. Cooked in coconut oil on top of the stove, which you should know is the second-best way to pop popcorn, the best being on top of a campfire.
I am not sure how much buttered popcorn I ate. More than I should've. At least two bowls, I think, between 10:30 and lunchtime.
That's not the victory. The victory is that I consciously compensated for it. Knowing that I'd had a couple servings of buttered whole grains I didn't plan to eat, I (a) didn't eat the crackers I'd planned to go with my lunch of tinned sardines, vegetable soup, and snap peas, and (b) didn't eat the pasta I'd planned to go with my dinner of chili and salad and (c) knew I didn't need a bedtime snack so didn't have one.
Cool!
Happily I can report that my fellow popcorn lover, Hannah, used a different strategy which, had I had some forethought, I might have done: She told herself she would save her popcorn for lunch. Which she did, setting some aside so the children would be sure not to eat it. At lunchtime she made room on her plate for a generous serving of that beautifully buttered popcorn. Good for her! An even more elegant
(and much less gluttonous!) solution than mine.
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