I am a self proclaimed ‘Walking Macropedia‘.
Macropedia – (mah-crow-pee-dee-uh) A woman who can spout off the proteins, carbs, and fats for all the commonly eaten fruits, vegetables, starches, meat, and dairy items found in her local grocery store before you can say ‘Jenny Craig‘. A high functioning Macropedia does not require the aid of a smart phone app or online food database to accurately estimate the calories in a meal. Macro information flows freely and is often poured over unsuspecting family members in a show of misaligned love.
Did you know you could have eaten a 450 grams of berries, half a cup of greek yogurt, and 6 tbsp of uh-MAY-zing nut butter instead of the cheesecake you consumed in a mere 7 bites?
Yeah, I want to slap her too.
Since 2009 I have weighed, measured, and calculated nearly every single piece of food that has gone into my mouth. There are only a few holes in the DL food journals:
- Post competition week. I went on vacation with my friends chocolate, red wine, white carbs, and butter. ‘Nuff said.
- 10 year wedding anniversary. We biked 100 kms in a rainstorm around Niagra. I was hungry! I also got rather tipsy after half a glass of wine that night. Funny times!
Other than that, I tracked everything, and I mean everything.
Even the day I had a huge emotional binge and consumed half a jar of peanut butter. Reporting back to your coach in the weekly summary that you most likely consumed 100 grams of fat in one sitting is a less than proud moment.
Late last week, I found myself questioning my ‘Maccropedian‘ ways.
Food is weighed, measured, obsessed over, daily weigh-ins are done at 4:32 am, and when I look in the mirror I do a very through muffin top assessment.
A girl can’t live like this forever.
Last time I tried the ‘Ok Joe, I am just going to eat like a real girl and all will be well!’ things didn’t go so well. I didn’t stop tracking, I stressed out more (if that is even possible), and I had some epic health things on the go that I was just discovering.
I am off to the races! You had better believe I am eating fabulous, healthy food, not keeping track of every single thing, and still working out like a mad woman.
- Food journals have been abandoned
- Freedom from mental food anguish is being learned
- The scale is coming out of the linen closet only once a week
- Muffin top assessments are kept to a dull roar
There is a difference between need and want. It is rather amazing when you ‘can‘ do something how much less appealing it actually is to do.