Fingers in the Peanut Butter Jar

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I have been putting off writhing here simply because my weight loss has been on a plateau the last 3 weeks. I think, what could I possibly write worth reading when I am so frustrated right now. So, I kind of bury my head in the sand. Which is the exact opposite thing I should be doing. I just hate whining and excuse making. I hate hearing them and I feel dishonest using them.

It’s so hard to keep the saw sharpened. And I rationalize it by telling myself that I have successfully lost 155 pounds, which I have, and I no longer eat food with high amounts of sugar, fast food, or pizza. Some of my worst habits are gone forever. But, I’m still not having A+ days, if I was, I would be dropping weight much faster.

My struggles lie in portions. The amount of butter on my toast, a 10 ounce piece of chicken that I count at 6, or ever 4. That extra few ounces of pasta, when I weight it out. That finger I dip in the peanut butter jar as I spread the measured amount on my toast.

I hear all the time, regarding food and weight loss, people saying, “I don’t want to be a slave to a scale and measuring cup forever” I don’t like tracking my food or have time for it. I get all of that. I don’t either! But at 382 pounds, I need to. It’s not about the actual weight and measurement of the food, it’s about the surrender. It’s about letting go. In reality, weighing and accurately measuring my food is freedom, not slavery.

As far as time goes, if I have time to eat, I have time to accurately track what I’m eating. That is how I will become free from the cumbersome weight of my body, and ability to really live like I deserve to. I have a very long bucket list, that I need to start checking off very soon. I’m not getting any younger.

So I asked myself today, “What is the most important thing you can do today to gain freedom?” More important that anything today, it is to staying precisely on my food plan, and eating healthy, all day. I can have 23.9 hours of healthy eating in the day, and in that .1 part of the day I can mess up a whole days effort. That is how important accuracy is. no more fingers in the peanut butter!

I was hoping to hear from the Y today about a discount offered to those who qualify, and I have not heard anything, but it is Saturday, so Monday I will call them. I have to get a daily routine that gets me out of the house and moving everyday. I believe going to the Y that is only a few blocks from my house is the ticket. It’s time to start moving. I will keep you posted. Have a good weekend everyone!

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Thanks so much for taking the time to read my blog. I am a Baby Boomer from Nebraska blogging my way to good health. I am single, with no children, I have a little white maltese dog named Lily. Follow my journey to lose 1 pound 300 times.

3 thoughts on “Fingers in the Peanut Butter Jar

  1. Pam Smith

    I feel your pain and I raise you a finger in the peanut butter jar.

    I truly feel that for all the running around I do a few minor miscalculations should not keep me from losing at a regular pace. Ha! I have never had a “regular pace” of weight loss and I believe that a lot of people with disordered eating don’t follow a normal path to weight loss. It has been my experience that the more times I stressed my body gaining and losing, the more sensitive it has become to those attempts. And it has become more resistant as well.

    Without a doubt this could get discouraging but I want to continue to work very hard not to let that happen. Because, as you pointed out, a LOT of bad habits are gone for good and do is a lot of weight. The rest of it?

    I’ll just have to work harder at keeping my fingers out of the peanut butter jar. Thanks for the reminder.

  2. Those of us on a weight loss journey all live by the scale and measuring cup. It won’t always be that way but right now, I agree that it is not a bad thing. It gives me strength to know I am doing well, and control over my life. Hang in there. We are all in this together 🙂

    • Kathleen

      If we look at it as serious as it truly is; weighing and measuring our food to extend our lifespan or quality of life it’s a tiny thing. Compared to other chronic diseases that require shots, chemo, or dialysis. It seems almost silly to complain about what a bother it is.

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