Fiberlicious

Never in a million years would I have dreamed that I would eat French toast that wasn’t made from wonder bread or sour dough. John made some DELISH from his Hi fiber bread. I decided last year that the only way that John would be successful in weight loss is if I adopted his necessary diet. We started making everything hi fiber. I began reading about fiber and making sure I got at least the 25 recommended grams daily ( the average American only gets 11 grams). Tons of fruit and veggies were on the agenda. I actually lost weight just from doing that and of course switching to diet soda. I know the chemicals are probably eating holes in my brain, but one step at a time ok? My winter ass started coming on when I quit being the fiber Nazi. John is sort of hovering around the same weight that he’s had for a while. He seems to eat healthier than I do most of the time, so he must have that disorder that he sleep eats, or doesn’t admit to me what he consumes when I’m at work. John told me about a show he watched called the Science of Obesity. They were mentioning Sumo wrestlers, how strong they are and how they work out like fiends in the morning and barely eat, or not at all through the day, then GORGE on carbs at night before they go to bed. John claimed that he has been on the Sumo’s diet all these years. I’ve always thought it was funny that John and I are so opposite on food and he’s the one with the weight issue, so I’m sure genetics play a part as well . Altho, I also think that genetics have more to do with how one was taught to eat. I’ve never limited fat in take and have never had a weight issue till I met John. When we go to a steak place I eat the steak and salad, but never had much interest in the potato. Sometimes I’m in the mood for just a baked potato, but nothing else with it, just a little butter. When I started eating the things John brought in the house, I started growing, until I started eating only the healthy things he brought in. So back to hi fiber, more broccoli and apples. Enjoy the meat and cheese. French toast is ok on occasion if we stick with Brownberry’s double fiber (6 grams per slice), and barely drizzle the syrup (can’t stand natural maple--but maybe that‘ll be the next flavor I‘ll adjust to). I don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions. For me it sets me up for failure. I do believe in setting a goal that makes me strong, like preparing to walk all over Europe with a back pack. If I set a goal for a certain size jeans I quit eating normally. I’ve decided that I just need to eat my regular stuff and get back on the treadmill on the incline with a weight vest . Get back to the dumb bells and get out of pain. That’s for another blog that I may or may not bore you with later.