Stress Mess Clean Up.

I didn’t eat on Saturday
The scale showed: down three pounds.
I ate three meals on Sunday and took a walk arounds.

Today, the scale showed down some more
I’ll take that as a win
In taking back the way I feel
At least, a strong begin.

Stressful eating is a drag
In way more ways than one.
The numbness lasts just until
The bag of chips is done.

Or maybe it was “healthy” food
In just unhealthy measures
Addiction rages stealthily
And tries to rob all treasures.

The treasure of my peace of mind,
The treasure of an act of kind
The treasure of some self control
The treasure of a peaceful soul.
The treasure of just feeling whole.

Today I”ve had a cup o joe,
Vitamins, and water.
So.
I’ll break the fast with lunch and then
I’ll wait until supper to eat again.

I’ve mowed the lawn
And written this poem
If you want to read more
Go look up my “tome”

The I’m Possible Journey:  Learning to Live with Sugar Addiction by Maureen Aliprandi

I write as part of my sugar addiction management process.

It works for me when I do it (not diet).

Stressed:dessertS

Stressed:dessertS

The solution to stressed is not desserts. it’s a backwards approach at best. Unless it is simply to back away without caving to the test.

Turning to food like a numbing drug is not the answer, I know. Give me a run or a paper and pun. ‘Tis a vent so I don’t have to blow.

That imag’ry conjures the thought of a whale–the size I approached e’re I’m Possible tale.

I’ve used AAA to change my attire. From Michelin padded to thin as a wire*. With the Weight Watchers tools and some bright line rules. Awareness, Acceptance, Adapting. No fools.

Stress is a matter of fact part of life. It can’t be knocked out with a spoon fork or knife. Just dealt with: good choices for heart healthy life..

* poetic license. I’m not as thin as a wire, but I wear size small!

I wrote this post with a Weight Watchers prompt. It could seem like it’s all about prose. If you read with a beat, you might find it neat: an amateur poem’s how it goes.

I wrote this post nearly five years ago while I was traveling to Wyoming to visit my daughter and son-in-law at their new home.

I don’t remember if I published a form of it, but I found it in my WordPress drafts this week and I liked reading it. Maybe you will, too!

Currently, my husband and I are driving through Pennsylvania on our way home from Wyoming. We are hoping to get there before the next winter storm catches up to us.

Just trying to avoid being over stressed.

Unlocking the Mystery of Sugar Addiction Management.

Unlocking the Mystery of Sugar Addiction Management.

Titles are tricky. I’m not always sir what to write, but this is what I came up with when I sat down for a creative writing session instead of an eating session just now. You see the “eat” in creative? I find it more suited for my  sugar addiction management than actually eating. But I digress (not digest, which I would be doing if I were eating).

The distraction of writing is one of my keys to managing my sugar addiction. Case in point: I am writing this and not eating between meals. The not eating between meals is one of the sugar addiction management guidelines I follow (see Potatoes Not Prozac by K. DesMaisons, PhD).

Mysteriously, this morning, I was thinking of Sherlock Holmes, and then Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I was thinking of Sir Doyle because I looked up the line, “Elementary, my dear Watson” and found out that it wasn’t actually written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle but by film writers at a later date.

I couldn’t write a blog post this morning because I was on my way to a luncheon with friends. But I did scribble a few notes for later reference. My lunch appointment was quite nice. I was able to navigate my food choices and track them reasonably on the WW phone app. This afternoon, I considered eating the leftover sandwich that I had brought home with me. I thought I was hungry and reasoned in my head that it would be a nutritious afternoon snack. But I drank water instead. That’s another key to my sugar addiction management. If it’s not mealtime and I think I’m hungry, drink some water or herb tea. It worked.

Back to my thoughts while driving this morning. Sure Author Corn and Oil. That’s pretty close to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle when you say it aloud. I think I qualify as a Sure Author. I published a book with the title The I’m Possible Journey. It’s about my journey of learning to live with sugar addiction. I’ve been learning and living it for quite a few years.  The Corn and Oil part of it might be a bit of a stretch until one considers my style of humor and my frequent mention of eating healthy oils. There’s a certain satisfaction associated with both: corny humor and healthy oils. I’d say they are also keys to my waist management.

So, Sherlock Holmes, what does this have to do with anything? Sure lock homes in on the mystery with a set of keys. What’s the rest of it?

Alimentary, my dear. What’s on (your plate)?

That, in a nut shell, or perhaps a nut case, is mystory solved.

What works for me (and may work for you) is writing my foods and moods. I pay attention to what I eat and how I feel.

In the past few months, I’ve not paid quite as much attention to these things and it has made a difference that I didn’t like. I started feeling locked out of feeling good. The keys were there, but I wasn’t using them effectively. A look at my book jogged my memory of what’s possible. I’m possible. And you are, too!

And now, it’s time for supper. I win!

PS. The clip art (1001freedownloads.comis supposed to be a magnifying glass. I think it could work as a frying pan, too.

Book Talk.

Book Talk.

I’m giving a book talk about The I’m Possible Journey: Learning to Live with Sugar Addiction. It’s tonight at 6:30 pm at the East Hampton Public Library in (where else would it be) East Hampton. It’s the library where I first found validation for my sugar addiction and hope to manage it (instead of it managing me).

I found it interesting that our local NPR station had an interview with the author of that book this afternoon. Kathleen DesMaisons, PhD, sent me an email (I’m on the mailing list, we’re not personal acquaintances) telling about the Colin McEnroe show and her appearance on it. I didn’t listen to it live, but I did figure out how to listen to the podcast of it later. Here’s the link if you’d like to listen to it, too. Sugar Show Podcast.

I’m not sure how many people will be at the talk tonight. I think there will be at least six. The librarian put on the flyers that I would be serving no sugar added treats. Perhaps that will be a draw. I have chocobanana seed crackers, apple spice cake, and almond macaroonish candies. All with no sugar added. My testers have approved. Will I see you there?

I did some practicing for my talk that included me recording myself reading a poem. I uploaded it to YouTube and it’s What about guilt?

I have my baked goods prepared. I have a stack of books and a pen to sign them should anyone want to buy a copy or two or three! I have before pictures and after pictures, but the big picture will be me in my healthy weight range managing my sugar addiction into a seventh year.

It wasn’t impossible. Because I found out what I could do and did it. I’m Possible. And you are, too!

 

Things I do Write.

Things I do Write.

Sometimes I feel in a downward trend

With addiction and its wiles

While all around me are things that are good,

Good, in spite of any trials.

My auto correct changed up “things” to “thanks”

And perhaps that is something that’s right.

Thankfulness growing within my heart

Crowds out a discouraging blight.

 

I could type, for better or verse,

Lots of things I’ve done wrong

And though I like the color blues

It’s not my favorite song.

Dwelling on the negative thoughts,

I feel myself starting to sink

When what I need is a positive feed

To write on my focus or think!

I was thinking about whining this morning. It doesn’t take much to change it into winning”

There’s no need for “whining”

Or sour grapes

When what I’d rather is win

I’ll knock the “h” down and switch it around

To “winning” right from begin!

I had a good day today. Among other good things, there was no grazing on my part. I was able to laugh when I drove by the sign for Mooween State Park on my way home from Rhode Island this afternoon. (Just in case you don’t see it, Moo-ween is awfully close to my name when I’ve been grazing like a cow. Moo-reen Maureen!) I took the back roads because I was driving the Miata. It felt right. Things are looking up when I drive the Miata. At least, I am–there’s nowhere else to look!

 

 

Re: New

Sometimes this blog feels like the same old, same old. And with a birthday a few days ago, it might seem like same older. But I see this place as new. New opportunities. New beginnings. Or new continuings.

I’ve proven that renewing my Awareness, Acceptance and Adapting, related to my sugar addiction, keeps my MAPS up to date. Motivated And Positively Sugarfree. It keeps me going in the right direction. Continue reading “Re: New”

Writing my Way through Addiction.

I’m rather amused by the word addiction when it’s not messing with my mind with its sweet talk. I think I’m more amused since I was in the market for some ads to increase traffic at my website. I’m not great at Ad diction. Fortunately, my niece is.

For some reason, I’ve noticed a pattern of falling out of control with my eating after getting home from vacation. Many people fall apart during vacation, they justify it as justavacation and that’s that. Back from Continue reading “Writing my Way through Addiction.”

Traffic Jam.

Traffic Jam.

I went to Maine today. It was a last chance to visit my son and his family before they move farther away than a day trip. I left Connecticut before 6am and it dawned on me a little while later that I was driving to Vacationland  (Maine’s nickname) on Friday of an extra long weekend (Independence Day) I was early enough to avoid traffic on the way there. I did encounter some slowdowns on the way home, but nothing like the jam on the northbound side of I-95 as I headed out of Maine and through New Hampshire and into Massachusetts. The outside temperature was in the high eighties and I think it’s safe to say that it was a hot jam.

I was tired on the way home. I stopped at a grocery store and bought some cherries and apricots and roast beef  (for the protein) and had a planned snack that lasted a  long time and involved more food than I probably needed. I stayed awake and alert though.

About an hour away from home, I felt like stopping for more food. I was aware that I wasn’t hungry and it was more of an emotional or addictional response. In my state (Connecticut and mental), I could feel myself planning where I could stop and what I would buy. Yes, it was me looking for a hit. And then, just as I approached the exit, I got a phone call. Saved by the bell. Really. I needed that intervention and it worked.

I think I can take that experience and use it to bolster me tomorrow when the addiction tries to sweet talk me into something I really don’t want, or need.

What I really want is control and feeling good. Just like I wanted 5 and a half years ago when I started on my I’m Possible Journey.  I don’t want a traffic jam in my head. I need to remember that actually I can.

Speaking of traffic, I was looking at the map of countries represented in my readership and saw that my blog has had traffic from 50 countries. I  thought that was pretty exciting.

On the information super highway, people all over the world have stopped by to read my blog. Perhaps for some it has been a little rest stop. And maybe for others, it has been a motivational pick up. Others might have viewed my stream of consciousness as a traffic jam of words. Perhaps someone has come by feeling jammed and left feeling a little less stuck up. Or something.

Hopefully, I’ve helped someone smile along the way. And along the way, some folks have left comments that give me a boost and make me smile.

Thanks for reading! Good night!

 

Comfort. A Peace of my Mind. Better than Fat Her’s Day. 

Comfort. A Peace of my Mind. Better than Fat Her’s Day. 

This morning I did a search for a phrase in my blog collection. I was was wondering if I had ever written a piece about Fat Her’s Day.  For some reason, this post showed up.

Source: Comfort. A Peace of my Mind.

Feel free to click the link and read it. Or just keep reading here. I’m not really sure why that one matched, but I’m glad it did. It helped me recognize that I have been numbing with food for a few days. It’s not comfort. It’s numbing. Just masking discomfort. Continue reading “Comfort. A Peace of my Mind. Better than Fat Her’s Day. “