Sharon Denise Powell, news assistant, Eastern Wake News and Clayton News-Star, writes: My quest to reach a healthy weight, strengthen my muscles, control my blood pressure, fit into my jeans, walk in the MS Walk-a-thon next March and live to be 100 continues.
I heard CNN anchor Dr. Sanjay Gupta talking about the new research that suggests dark chocolate helps people lose weight. My first thought was, ‘Oh my goodness is this why I’m so skinny?’
My colleague, Carole Tanzer Miller doesn’t have a thing on me. I am a chocoholic. I can’t possibly give up chocolate. I keep Lindor Extra Dark Chocolate Truffles and unsalted peanuts (gotta watch my blood pressure) on the nightstand beside my bed. I may miss a meal, but I’ll have some chocolate along with a handful of peanuts before I go to sleep. And I’ll have a little more again in the morning when I wake up, too.
I eat the chocolate for its antioxidants and for no other reason. It never occurred to me that this is why I’m so scrawny. What am I to do? I can’t give up chocolate. Medical scientists have to conduct more research; maybe I should volunteer for a research study on underweight grandmothers who are a few, few years over 40. I’m sure the result will help in the research on malnutrition.
On the lighter side, my wonderful significant other, my ‘Beloved’ offered to make my lunch the other day. I was eager, but he looked at me over the top of his glasses and then said, “On second thought no, because you won’t eat what I make.”
‘Yes, I will, I will,’ I pleaded in desperation.
“No, he said,” as he shook his head. “I will give you two dollars so that you can buy a dollar burger and some fries from McDonalds,” Then he walked away as he mumbled, “ I live to eat and she eats to live.”
I stood there fighting back the urge to beg for his mercy, but I didn’t. After all, I’m a woman sailor – he’s a Marine, not that that matters. I know what he was doing, he was trying to get me to eat more, but he like so many well meaning people doesn't understand that it is not always about not wanting to eat. I don’t always have the energy or I don’t have an appetite. Still, he had a point. It would be better to make my lunch at night, just as it would be better if I made extra food during the week when my energy is up.
The next morning it was business as usual. I rushed downstairs, walked the dog and hurriedly slapped a slice of turkey between two slices of bread, grabbed a small bottle of grape juice and rushed out the door. As I drove to work I imagined the lunch he would have meticulously packed for me.
What did I learn? He is trying to prompt me to put more thought into meal planning. I will. On a good note, this morning I did 25 pushups – MS Walk here I come.
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