Monday, August 15, 2011
I really dislike* dieting. The whole concept of it - the idea of restricting food intake; choosing stuff at the supermarket labelled lo-cal or non-fat or diet; the commercials on tv (in the US anyway) that tell me my body is not even close to perfect, but hey - there's a pill for that!; the self-loathing that comes with continually assessing ones' own weight.
*and by dislike, I mean hate. But since I'm teaching my daughter not to use that word, I thought I shouldn't either. Damn you, consistency in parenting!
Me, I prefer exercise. Running, walking up rather large hills with a 4 year old on my back, a nifty little iPhone app called Nike Training Club - and another one called Boot Camp; Bikram yoga (when I can afford it); my own version of Bikram yoga (when I can't); rowing machines; weights; and so on. I figure that getting strong is more important than some number on a little machine that may or may not be accurate and certainly doesn't define me as a healthy (beautiful) individual.
|I know. I look like I have hair fluff.|
I had breast cancer, 3 years ago. I wasn't fat, I was young (and - ahem - still am), and I wasn't exactly treating my body badly. In my personal case, I believe that I've just had too much estrogen in my life. (Good times, right?) My cancer cells were of a type that loved estrogen. Yum. Yum. Yum. So with every jiggle around my middle, I imagine estrogen gushing out into my bloodstream. Feeding straggler cancer cells. Contributing to cancer all over again.
(I know this is just my imagination ... that's not how it works. But fear of recurrence definitely affects one's rationality.)
At the moment, as part of my long-term cancer treatment, I'm taking medication to prevent my body from producing estrogen, and more medication to block any estrogen receptors in my body. But seriously. Will my fat cells just knock. it. off?
I can't/won't consider dieting. It's just not an option. So, to get rid of my fat cells I'm going to exercise like a demon and use a bigger fork.
I was pretty excited today to read about a nifty new study showing that people eat less if they use a bigger fork. Now, I'm traditional Iowa farm-stock - born to clean my plate, lest the harvest not be good. So, of course, using a smaller plate works well for me. But a smaller plate and a bigger fork? What a combo.
And it just so happens that when I was in Scotland, I bought 3 large, gorgeous, silver forks (10p each at a church charity shop). Which I will now be using for everything.
Thank you science. Thank you people who donate to charity shops.
I'm off to do some yoga.