1. Calorie counting
When I develop an inbuilt, instinctive inclination to count calories. Looking out for labels first thing when I pick up any food item when grocery shopping, foraging for food in the kitchen, tinking of wat to have for breakfast/lunch/dinner/snack! Mentally calculating how many of those evil Cs I'm consuming. It's pretty scary sometimes..
Example 1: Getting a drink
At the hawker, my preferred drink nowadays is Coke Light, which wins even Green Tea. It's unbeatable. What can beat <1kcal?? :p
At home, coffee wins over milo or hot choc. Why? Cos 90 kcal is less than 140kcal. Simple maths.
Example 2: Meal out
Catch myself trying to estimate the no of kcal any food item has, and resenting it that hawker food has no nutri table like Mac's! Can't believe I can say this offhand: 6-pc Fish McDippers = 266kcal, Nuggets = 290 kcal, Egg McMuffin = 290kcal, Hash Brown = 130kcal etc.. The others? Not within consideration mostly, cos they exceed 350kcal usually. :P
My sis is accusing me of rubbing this cal-counting off on her. Bleahs..
Oh yes, not finished yet! Got input mus tink of output too! When I start trying to estimate the no of kcal I just burnt after a run/swim/stretch, it can get a bit scary sometimes even for myself. Time taken, distance, intensity, heartrate?!?! *shudders*
2. Working out is no longer just an optional item on my to-do list
When I find myself getting restless/stressed/guilty/anxious when I have not been fulfilling the plans I made to work out for the week, and I feel happy when tuition is cancelled during weekdays cos that means I can go home early and run!
And when 2.6km is inadequate, 5.2km is optimal, and 10km is the SHORT-TERM aim.
Or how about alighting a few bus stops early to walk to the train station each morn, not cos it's faster, but cos it's healthier. And feeling glad that my office is like 7 min walk from the station?!
When I feel resentful after an unsatisfying meal, not jus simply cos it did not taste good, but also feel as though it's wasted my kcal consumption. Rationale: already limited kcal intake, then still wasted on not-nice food. bleahs.
And when I can buy a pack of chips/crackers happily from the supermart, go home, and leave it there for weeks without touching it. Tink I'm getting to the state that Zhen described, where we suppressed our cravings so much that we no longer desire the item.
Sigh, thankfully I know I'm still very much in balance, in the sense that I still indulge in the occasional cheesecake, chocolates, chips, Mac's breakfast (even though I onli eat Egg McMuffin now - no prizes for guessing correctly why). But tink the good thing I see about the way things are now is that while it's certainly becoming very much a part of my life, I dun get motivation from thoughts that I'm fat, but more from seeing the results, and getting compliments which means that it must b working to my advantage, as I look better and am healthier. Right..? Sigh, who would have thought I would arrive at this stage? I wonder if every girl goes thru the same phase of happily enjoying her food, relishing watever she likes, only to change and adapt when reality sets in. I do miss the carefree days sometimes.. Tink I enjoy eating more then. But I suppose it's always a case of give n take, even more when coming to terms with the fact that my metabolism is just not one of those enviably astronomical ones.
Well, guess the most important thing is tat at the end of the day, I can say I'm happy with myself, and that at least it's not the only thing I base my self-worth on. All said, hope this post does not freak any loved ones out ya.. Dun worry about me, and do trust that I know my limits. :)