The ice cream story

I was so excited to eat everything in sight last week, that I ate half a quart of mint chip ice cream over the course of two days; thus, producing the, uh, dilemma I've been in this week.

The first time I ate it (I've had this brand/flavor before and it is *heaven*), I had three big scoops after dinner.  It was wonderful going down, but I felt a little greasy and full afterwards.  I vowed that two scoops would be my limit from now on. 

The next night, I had two scoops after dinner and ate it very slowly.  What I discovered is that there is a cool, tingly minty flavor at first followed by a mouthful of dark, bittersweet chocolate flakes that are all crunchy and yummy.  So, on the second night of ice cream bliss, I realized that I wanted the ice cream more for the textures and the *experience* of eating it rather than for nourishment.  I wasn't hungry, I wanted excitement in my mouth (hold all off-color comments, please). 

So, as a 'commandment' of the Undiet, or tenet, or whatever you like - I will pause before I eat something so wonderfully nutrient-bereft and ask myself, "Am I eating to obtain nutrition or am I eating because it's my favorite hobby?"  That doesn't necessary mean that I *won't* eat something because it's a hobby.  I will just pause first and ponder my motivation.

BTW, problem solved.  I have more spring in my step than your average zombie now.  I also have learned the importance of fiber in the diet.  Lots and lots of fiber.  Ice cream and McDs do not have any.  Fruits, veggies, and the lovely Mexican-inspired veg ragout I made tonight do.  I had about a cupful of said lovely ragout this evening because my inner workings are still ravaged from this last week of abuse and the clammy, cold-sweat, abdominal cramping explosion of solved problem I experienced this afternoon.

But enough of the pleasantries.  To recap what I've learned during Week 1 of the Undiet:  My body will tell me what it wants me to eat, and low-fiber, high fat and sugary foods are generally not it. 

My auntie always used to chide, "A minute on the lips means a lifetime on the hips." I would say that a minute on the lips means a lifetime in the colon.  It doesn't rhyme, but damn if it ain't true.  8-}

I have a wedding to attend and a mini-road trip to B-ham this weekend to let Connor check out Western WA university.  Aaaaaand, Sunday is my birthday.  Aaaaaand, I'm going to Europa in downtown Tacoma for my birthday dinner on Saturday evening.  Busy weekend - busier that 99% of them usually are, but I'll make sure to observe and report any thoughts on the ample opportunities I'll have to put the Undiet to the test. 

Ciao, Bellas!