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How Making Music Keeps Me From Junk Food

I’m several days into my no junk food challenge (even though we didn’t start officially until Wednesday.) I have to confess that I’ve had two pieces of King cake (on different days) since we started. It was pretty easily justified in my mind because King cake is only available between now and Mardi Gras, but the thing is…i don’t even really like Mardi Gras or King cake. Seriously, I just don’t care about it…until I tell myself that I can’t have it.

I did Body Combat yesterday, and my weight was still down a bit this morning. I feel so awesome all day after I do a workout the intimidates me at least a little. I just know that it would be easier to control my weight if I controlled my cravings. (Um, is any of it easy? No, but that’s why we continue seeking self-discipline, right?)

The same goes for doughnuts and other obscenely, sugar-laden foods. I’ve had 3 or 4 doughnuts in the last year and a half, which is a far cry from the days in which I allowed myself to fall into a daily habit. I’m doing well so far today, and I’m paying close attention to things that keep my cravings at bay.

In a recent post I talked about food having an emotional connection in my mind, so it makes sense that music might alleviate my cravings, right? Um, music moves me, and when I’m singing I forget about everything else around me. (Sorry, neighbors! Just kidding…kind of.)

I cannot stop singing this song, so I spent a few minutes recording it. It’s as though Natalie Grant cracked my heart open with a hammer and poured out this song. She hit me at my core with this song, so I had to record it. I seriously wish I could sing as loudly as I want to in my apartment. (Actually, if I’m wishing for things I should probably wish for a microphone or some recording time in a studio.)


When I’m singing I can’t be bothered with mindless eating. Th same thing applies to knitting. I have a few other hobbies, but those two are the best when I’m trying to get my mind off of junk food — or food, in general.

I don’t know how to explain it, but life-giving, love songs seem to quench my desire for snacks. This is a new development, so I hope it proves true in the long run.

Until next time…Keep singing, err, at least I will.



Cupcake Question

While we were in New York last week we ate cupcakes from Crumbs, one of my favorite cupcake shops in NYC.  Kelly brought a variety of them to my little birthday dinner, and we all shared them.  Even ‘The Suit’ had a bite or two even though he’s not a fan of cake. (I don’t understand this at all, but I accept it anyway. Hehe…)

Our first night in the city was not without cupcakes either.  We shared three little 50-calorie cupcakes from Baked by Melissa.  Actually, he took a bite of one, and I ate the other 125 calories or so by myself.

I didn’t go as overboard with cupcakes as I have done in the past, but I had three little ones the first day and the equivalent to almost one big one on the second day.  I ate them and enjoyed them so when The Suit learned that I’d probably get one the following day he asked me why.  At first I was aggravated by the question, but I soon became aggravated that I didn’t have an answer.

He did not say “You don’t need another cupcake, Kenlie.”  He did not say “Why would you eat another when you’ve had so much?”  He didn’t ask the question in judgment at all; he asked it out of curiosity.  He seemed surprised, and I felt a little defensive.  The best answer I could come up with was that I just knew that I wouldn’t be able to have one later.

When I realized that I was *not* actually craving one and that my only reason for eating one was that I might want one a month from now, I felt pretty silly.  Around anyone else I probably would have been embarrassed, but I felt relieved that I had found the answer to a question that I’ve always been too afraid to ask.  He makes me feel safe so I can be honest with him and myself, and at that moment I realized I had more thinking to do.

The truth is that I like cupcakes, but I don’t love them as much as I thought I did.  Since January I have expressed to Kelly and on my blog that I’m usually disappointed by cupcakes once I actually eat them, and the same is true now.  They’re good, but they’re hardly life-changing.  And I enjoyed the amazing company and experiences that I had last week more than any cupcake I’ve ever eaten.

Once again, I didn’t think about food as much when The Suit was around.  I thought about it, but it didn’t consume me.  I will remember a lot of things about our last day in New York, but I have no regrets about skipping the cupcake.  I could have had it, but not having it became a liberating experience for me.  On second thought, maybe I will remember not having it.  Maybe I’ll remember taking control of something that has tormented me far too long.

Regardless, I’m thankful for the person who asks tough questions with patience and empathy, and I’m thankful that every moment brings a new opportunity for me to make choices that make my life healthier and happier.  Who could ask for more?



What I Didn’t Eat Today and Some Other Random Thoughts

We all know that I love cupcakes…baking them and eating them.  And if you’ve been around for a while you might also know that I like to decorate cookies too.  I’m hardly a pro, but I enjoy it.  And I can honestly say that when it comes to sugar cookies, I like decorating them more than eating them. Whew!

I’m attending three parties over the next several days, and the first is tomorrow so I baked cupcakes and cookies.

I avoided eating them by baking a flavor that I don't like.

I also did some test baking for my niece’s third birthday in Colorado next week so please excuse the random placement of giraffes among the Easter cookies.  I wish I would have taken better pictures!

Giraffes celebrate Easter too...at least in my house.

It's supposed to be an Easter egg.

And I did a test run for the zoo party cupcakes recently, and this is what they look like.  Keep in mind, I don’t know what the heck I’m doing.  I just think it’s fun to try.

Pretend you can tell their zoo animals.

My niece’s party will be at a mountain zoo next week, and if anyone has decorating ideas I’d love to hear them.  My entire family loves the zoo, and it will be nice to make some new memories with them.

I love giraffes. Just saying.

I got through the day without eating much of the junk I made, and I’m pleased.  And now I’m beat and need to rest before relatives arrive.  My Friday plans include spending time with the family, hitting the gym and reading.

And speaking of the gym, I hope that the well-meaning guy who now offers unsolicited and unwanted advice works out before or after me tomorrow.  Earlier this week he told me that I should be drinking 230 oz of water a day after first telling me that I should multiply my body weight times eight and drink that much per day. Um…that would be over 15 gallons per day.   My response “Not going to happen, bro.  I drink a gallon a day, and most days that’s enough.  Thanks. ”

I had just wiped my face, but check out my chest. I like to sweat.

Have you ever run into that guy at the gym?  You know…the one who keeps talking and talking and talking while you’re just trying to do your workout?  If so, how do you handle it?

And do you have plans for the holiday weekend?  What will you do to celebrate?


Bittersweet: Calorie Counting Hell

Does anyone remember the party that I went to at this time last year?  I must have mentioned it.  But in case you didn’t hear about it, here some pictures from the event.

I forgot to take pictures of the food, opting only to take pictures of the dessert,  but you get the idea.  The cupcakes were equally distributed on both sides of the tower between the brownies and the tables of cookies, pound cake, ice cream and other sweets.

It's as if they looked into my dreams and constructed them for me.

There was a fruit table too, and it was my saving grace even though I enjoy fresh fruit so much more when an endless supply of cupcakes is not a realistic option.

I like fruit, but it wasn't easy to choose last year while the cupcakes were staring me down.

And it’s that time of year again.  The party is tomorrow, and the menu is the same as last year – ribs, burgers, hot dogs, beans, Cajun specialties and a list of other things including but not limited to ice cream and movie popcorn.  There will be live music and games, and the food will be served fresh all day.  I’ll be there with my family from 10am until 4pm, and I’m determined to enjoy the day without letting the food (not even the cupcakes) control me.

Wish me luck with that.

I May Not be Perfect, But…

Have you ever had a day (or a week) in which it seems like everything that could go wrong goes wrong?  Yeah…I’d guess I’m not the only one.  And last night, after everything seemed to calm down, I made the choice to eat more than I should.  I recognized what I was doing after only a few minutes, and that’s when I phoned a friend.  Actually, I sent Kelly a text which basically said I’m on the verge of eating too much, and she called almost immediately.

I had already eaten more than I should have, but it could have been much worse.  When we spoke, I stopped eating crap, started drinking water and vowed to go and exercise until I didn’t feel like eating anymore, and I went.

After finishing 5 miles on the ellpitical and drinking a gallon of water, I forgave myself.  And I’m feeling pretty pleased about the choice I made the push the junk food aside and hit the gym. Sure, I shouldn’t have eaten junk food.  And yes, I regretted it almost immediately, but I was reminded by a good friend who has definitely been there that the best time to get back on track is right now.  I did that, and I’m going to feel a lot better about myself today than I would have otherwise.

I may not be perfect, but I’m awesome.  And Kelly is awesome too….