I’ve got a secret. I’m like the cat who swallowed the canary, and I’m bursting at the seams to share.
I’ve put on a few pounds this winter. Five to be exact, or sometimes only two depending on the day.
Do not be alarmed by this. I’m most certainly not. It goes with the territory of living in a cold weather climate. It’s my body’s way of saying, “Hey, it’s really cold here, so we’re going to hang onto some of that. A little extra isn’t going to hurt.”
This time of year, I crave heartier, heavier, and richer foods, which is pretty natural. I also know come spring and summer, those pounds will melt away like they never existed because it’s seasonal weight.
“So why am I telling you all this?” you gently inquire, at least I hope you’re gentle about it; this isn’t Fifty Shades. I don’t respond well to commands.
To which I pleasantly respond, “I want you to know you don’t need to obsess over the number on a scale. Your weight is going to fluctuate on a near daily basis and definitely on a seasonal basis.”
So long as you’re in a healthy range, there is nothing to worry your pretty little head about. I also want you to know I’m human too….in case, there were any doubts, and if there were, I don’t want to know what you were thinking.
So, I’ve watched my weight fluctuate this winter. I’ve seen the number go up, I’ve seen it drop down and then bounce back up again. I’ve watched all of this passively too, meaning I’ve done absolutely nothing about it.
I haven’t curbed my eating. I haven’t upped my exercise, and in the evenings, well I’m downright sloth like. I did tell you about the cold and dark that is Ohio, yes? Oh, only a hundred times now. Well it’s cold and dark, which makes me lazy at night.
I’m like a bear, hibernating for the winter, although I’d like to think I’m a cute little bear who dances and wears a tiara, and not one of those circus bears either because that ain’t right.
While I’m in hibernation mode, I happen to be doing a lot of eating. All kinds of food too. I’ll have carrot juice one day and Mexican the next. I’ve no qualms over eating a pile of French Toast followed by a plateful of veggies.
You see all of this deliciousness was made with real food, not food like substances, so I do not feel guilty for eating some of my more decadent choices. Not even a shred or a smidgen. Alright, I just wanted to say smidgen; I think it’s a cool word. I’m sure you’d agree. Try it in a sentence today; it rolls off the tongue.
The moral of today’s post comes by way of pictures because you know what I see when I look at all the photos above. Balance, harmony, moderation, symmetry. So despite the extra seasonal pounds, I know I’m doing something right.
What is balanced eating to you? Do you think you’re a balanced eater, or is it something you struggle with? There’s no right or wrong answers, only honesty.