Portion Control is the number one biggie in losing weight. I've gone to the gym, worked out in every conceivable corner of the place at one time or the other; did yoga asanas, became enlightened enough to begin to observe the parts of myself I didn't know existed. I ran five miles per day until my knees gave out and believe it or not, I still fall for these things that feel like exercise in one way or the other. I must admit yoga goes beyond exercise, it's in the wizard category.
Once I married a man who was a running nut. That's what I thought at the time but I grew to understand he was just different from me . . . then.
He would come home, sweat everywhere. He was a dripper and ninety-two pounds. Hung his clothes on a nail in the garage where they smelled up the whole block until he put them on again the next day. Dogs didn't even run after him. Too much stench and that's saying a lot. Is it any wonder I couldn't catch running fever?
Believe it or not, the day after we were divorced- I never knew if it was amicable or not, he stole my dog and I cursed him out- but I started running and ran for the next forty years. See, all that happens is not bad. It's perspective. It's taking the Right View when you have options for something else.
With all this exercising, it comes down to one thing: the hit man: Portion control. If you can eat enough for the size your stomach is supposed to be, you got it covered.
One slice of bread is a serving, a third cup of nuts, a half cup of pasta, one cup of cereal. You get the idea.
Once I married a man who was a running nut. That's what I thought at the time but I grew to understand he was just different from me . . . then.
He would come home, sweat everywhere. He was a dripper and ninety-two pounds. Hung his clothes on a nail in the garage where they smelled up the whole block until he put them on again the next day. Dogs didn't even run after him. Too much stench and that's saying a lot. Is it any wonder I couldn't catch running fever?
Believe it or not, the day after we were divorced- I never knew if it was amicable or not, he stole my dog and I cursed him out- but I started running and ran for the next forty years. See, all that happens is not bad. It's perspective. It's taking the Right View when you have options for something else.
With all this exercising, it comes down to one thing: the hit man: Portion control. If you can eat enough for the size your stomach is supposed to be, you got it covered.
One slice of bread is a serving, a third cup of nuts, a half cup of pasta, one cup of cereal. You get the idea.
One Meatball, whether it's turkey, soy, veggie or beef can be cut into four pieces, then savored. If you're not full after all this, send me a note and a few suggestions.