Craving
I'm having a craving...for ice cream. Actually I think it is for dairy, like a big glass of cold milk.
Its not on the diet until next week.
So I ate a mozzarella cheese stick and gave the dogs a treat. I am following the cheese stick with a big glass of water while I talk out this craving.
I read that somewhere--that you should stop and think about your craving, maybe talk it out or write about it until it goes away. The problem would be if it didn't go away; I'd be writing here forever.
I learned in my Maternal Nursing class that cravings are a signal that your body needs something. Like the cravings I had for strawberry anything with my first daughter. I also had cravings for pickles and milk. I couldn't stand the smell of pancakes or raw meat.
My second pregnancy was completely different--I craved chocolate (especially Hostess HOHOs) and grilled meat.
Here is the interesting part of all this:
My first daughter is a vegetarian and loves strawberry anything. She also turned out to be a bottle baby. She is a pickle eater.
My second daughter loves meat and sugar. She hates strawberrys and pickles. She had to be breastfed forever because she couldn't tolerate milk.
Makes you wonder if that old saying should read: "You are what your mother ate."
Craving is gone.
Its not on the diet until next week.
So I ate a mozzarella cheese stick and gave the dogs a treat. I am following the cheese stick with a big glass of water while I talk out this craving.
I read that somewhere--that you should stop and think about your craving, maybe talk it out or write about it until it goes away. The problem would be if it didn't go away; I'd be writing here forever.
I learned in my Maternal Nursing class that cravings are a signal that your body needs something. Like the cravings I had for strawberry anything with my first daughter. I also had cravings for pickles and milk. I couldn't stand the smell of pancakes or raw meat.
My second pregnancy was completely different--I craved chocolate (especially Hostess HOHOs) and grilled meat.
Here is the interesting part of all this:
My first daughter is a vegetarian and loves strawberry anything. She also turned out to be a bottle baby. She is a pickle eater.
My second daughter loves meat and sugar. She hates strawberrys and pickles. She had to be breastfed forever because she couldn't tolerate milk.
Makes you wonder if that old saying should read: "You are what your mother ate."
Craving is gone.
2 Comments:
At 6:35 PM,
10-8-ious said…
I can see this is going to be a fun site!
Not to contridict you, BUT - - I have also read that you sould NOT think about the evil food that you want, because thinking about it actuall releases some of the chemicals in your body and your body responds as though it were eating it. Although -- I can't imagine that you can gain weight from THINKING about food.
Lets face reality - there are a million diets out there - some work better then others and for varying lengths of time. The bottom line is -- we know what we should do, the trick is doing it! -- eat sensibly, healthy and exercise! I know it's no fun - but it is the only thing that really works in the long run.
Your a nurse for god sake -- you know this crap!
At 8:11 PM,
shortstory said…
10-8
-thanks for stopping by. I was telling hubby that no one has stopped by to commnet--I'm not sure anyone knows what to say to a person who publicly comments on her excess fat. I said if anyone commented--it would be 10-8.
I am planning on having a lot of fun with this blog.
And yes it would be lovely to set up some walking dates during the day.
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