Thursday, January 5, 2012

New Year's resolution (a bit late)

Yeah, I know what you're thinking: Gimme a break, nobody keeps those things, ya make a resolution on January the first and it's broken by the fifth. Well, this isn't a big one, and I think I can keep it.

My New Year's resolution is to not eat any more food that messes with my head (i.e., has way too much salt, thus threatening a fit of Meniere's) or makes me feel like a hippo in a tutu.

This is the hippo in question (thank you, Walt Disney):

Notice that I did not actually resolve to lose weight--those resolutions are frail as dandelion fluff. I'm just going to quit eating overly salted, fatty, swimming-in-gravy things that I know will leave me feeling guilty, too full, and woozy in the head. Like the chicken friend steak dinner I ordered last night at IHOP. Good grief, what was I thinking?? All I can say in my defense is that I was ravenous and we hadn't gone to IHOP for maybe two years, so when Sister A. offered me a choice between three places for which we had coupons (we love our coupons), I went a little nuts.

In IHOP's defense, they do have lighter meals on the menu. And if we ever go there again, that's the section I'll order from. Ditto any other place we go.

It's nearly impossible to avoid salt at restaurants, but there are usually some dishes that are less salty than the rest. That requires checking menus and nutritional content ahead of time, of course, a task made infinitely easier by the Internet and sites like CalorieCount. (Seriously, check 'em out--look up your favorite fast food meal there and see how much it's packing in the way of fat, cholesterol, and sodium. It'll make you cry.) I was doing pretty well about checking that sort of thing (we'll ignore the almost weekly trips to Wendy's that I used to make...not for salads), but I've gotten lazy.

Now it's time to get back on track.

Cheese doodles do not make my tummy happy. Neither does food so salty I can count each crystal, or anything swimming in grease, or desserts that are way too rich. If that kind of thing doesn't make me feel good, I don't need it.

Sounds simple enough to me.