One of the best ways I’ve found to keep my weight under tolerable control, is by not eating after dinner. Whether ya call it dinner, supper, or the evening meal (I could never get that dinner/supper thing straight), that’s it. What ever you wanna call it, that was the last feeding of the day, and it’s time for no more. Usually, for me, the evening meal isn’t just a time to take the edge off of hunger, but a time to smash it thoroughly, so I end up feeling not satisfied, but stuffed. And those ‘hunger pains’ I start to feel just before bedtime, are not really pains so much as symptoms of relief, that my stomach is finally shrinking back to its normal size after being distended to its max.
I’ve found that eating after dinner, is an easy ass-fattening behavior that I can give up without feeling like I’m depriving myself of anything….except yummy deserts. 😦 On the positive side, I’m sleeping better, and feeling better too. The problem is, I can’t have dinner late in the evening like when we visit some of our more cosmopolitan friends. They eat late, like at eight o’clock at night. Damn, that’s like eating an hour before bed for me. And I hate laying there in bed, feeling uncomfortable, tossing and turning cause I ate too much too late. [Sure tasted good though].
And you know what else gets me? These friends like to act ‘European’, and eat their salads last! I could never understand that. You always eat salads (especially those made with homegrown organic lettuces) First! That’s what ya get first in restaurants. Cause it’s like a little teaser for you digestive system. Loaded with vitamins, minerals , and fiber, salads are way of telling your intestines, “Get ready down there, a lot of greasy-ass grub is comin’ your way.” Eating salad last is conversely like saying, “I told ya so.”
But seriously, if you are looking for a way to keep your weight under control. Try not eating after dinner. I know I don’t need all them extra calories (laying around the house all day dreaming up blog posts is not exactly strenuous exercise), and who knows? Ya might end up feeling a whole lot better.
The above is not a self portrait 🙂