We did a check-in during class tonight, in which we were supposed to share something about self-care: where it's at for us right now, what we want to be mindful of for ourselves as we engage in our clinical work and return to classes after the ordeal we've been through (see the other blog if you don't know the ordeal to which I refer.) I talked about how I'm taking multi-vitamins and fish oil supplements now, which I'm truly happy about. But it was a veneer to mask the real thing I'm not doing to care for myself: I'm nowhere near where I want to be in terms of eating healthfully. That couple-week stretch of eating well has given way to the usual pattern of eating satisfying but non-nutritive crap and eating too much of it. Sigh. Then my amazing new teacher told us she recently joined Weight Watchers. I didn't have a negative reaction to this because, A., my teacher is fierce and serene in the best combination of those qualities, and even said she could facilitate WW meetings better than their group leaders, fat and all! and B., WW is actually the one diet plan in the whole universe of the $40 billion diet industry that doesn't turn my stomach, so to speak, because it's actually a way for people to learn how to eat balanced, healthy meals and change their eating habits. So anyway, this isn't an ad for WW, but it's just to say that, damn, I didn't use that opportunity to be "out" about my contemplation of losing weight and my struggle to eat healthier.
On the flip side, I was the only one in class who commuted by bike, and that's something I can be pretty proud of, even if I ate a can of Chicken and Stars soup upon arriving home. ;)
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I agree about the two-dub. It's really just a way of learning portion control. I know quite a few who have been successful with it, and the best part is that after just a short while of really working the program, one can kind of learn to do one's own by eyeballing and quit the program proper altogether.
I didn't realize they still made chicken and stars soup!
You wanna know something I am embarrassed about? When we went to Reno, the thing that excited me the most was the fact that there was an Arby's in our casino. I was practically beside myself; I hadn't been to one in years. It's embarrassing that I'd rather go to Arby's than doing the kinds of activities that I went there to do.
Of course, I'm not much of a gambler. But, Lord, I can eat.
Nannette and Scott teased me the whole time about how excited I was about this stupid Arby's and they've mentioned it to a couple people since we've been home. I flush with embarrassment every time.
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