My portion control is going to shit. It’s something that I have prided myself on as it is one simple thing that makes a huge difference in staying in shape. But as much as I pride myself on staying in shape, I am having an internal struggle where I also really don’t like food to go to waste.
My son does not have this issue. He’s wily nily with his food scraps and will sometimes scarf down everything in sight but often leave half a plate full of food there. What am I supposed to do with that food? The answer is usually to eat it, so instead of my scientifically thought out portion control method (putting food on my plate until my brain goes, “Yeah, this looks about right.”), I am going over my allotted food, and although it’s been a small increase, there has been an increase in the weight. I would like to believe it’s good weight, but deep down, I know that’s not the case.
So I take care of his plate after taking care of my own. It’s just a little bit here and there, but it adds up. It’s the sides that really get me. Some extra fries here, a little mac and cheese there, yet for some reason, I always have the self-control to let the broccoli and brussels sprouts go to the trash. Maybe I have more self-control than I am giving myself credit for?
I have thought long and hard about this, and I’m not sure I have a great option moving forward. I thought about making my plate slightly smaller, leaving room for leftovers, but then if he does finish his food, I have to go back in and grab more food for myself. That seems like an easy solution, but I do not trust myself to properly portion control on a second helping of something. Second helpings are the devil when it comes to portion control, and I simply don’t think I’m mature enough of an eater to do it properly.
I’ve thought about giving all the (non-spicy) leftovers to the dog. Although she would love that, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was basically going to make my dog fat in order to keep me skinny. She doesn’t deserve that fate, especially since she has far less self-control than I do.
But I’m writing this for accountability. I just need to find a way to be strong. I need to turn down those extra fries. I need to turn down the extra bit of tacos, or those last bites of pizza. Those are all delicious things, so it won’t be easy. But I may have to just bite down and actually (shutters) waste…food. It hurts to even write the words. It’s waste food or waste abs, and as a modern-day meathead, I know that food comes and goes, but abs are forev…well, for as long as you can keep them.
Well, at least there’s not a holiday notoriously associated with overeating coming up this week…