Archive for the ‘What I'm Not Eating’ Category

The Halloween candy that I’m not eating

November 5, 2010
Hershey bar

Hershey bar

I just found a little Hershey bar in a bag I had with me during my Halloween travels. I threw it away. Baby steps, man. Steady as she goes.

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The one thing I got right yesterday

November 4, 2010
Throwing Halloween candy down the garbage chute

Throwing Halloween candy down the garbage chute

I’ve been off the rails with my diet for the last week and a half. I’m scared. I’m turning it around, but I am scared of how I’m clearly looking for excuses to go off the rails. More on this later.

Today I’ve followed my diet so far. On another positive note, here’s a picture of some candy I found in my trunk when I returned from a visit to a friend yesterday. I meant to leave it at his house. When I found it, I very nearly started eating it. But I threw it down the garbage chute instead.

Day One Hundred Eighty-Three

October 19, 2010

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Sorry to have been off the radar. I’ve been a bit freaked out because I fell off the wagon over the weekend. I was having a good time with friends, and I used it as an excuse to eat lots of food and drink beer on Saturday and Sunday.

More on this later. For now, I’m going to focus on my good dieting behavior today. See the pictures? They show what I didn’t eat in Manhattan today. I didn’t walk into the attractive-looking cafe near NYU with all the attractive-looking young people in it. I wanted to, because it would have been a great place to kill some time with my netbook, and oh boy, the thought of adding tea and pastries to this mix was compelling. I also did not get a gyro from Rafiqi’s, which appeared before me like a mirage as I walked out of the Barnes and Noble at Union Square.

So I’m doing all right. I stumbled, but it ain’t gonna bring me down. Tomorrow I’m going to exercise a lot, and I’m going to weigh myself. And I’m going to eat right, despite hanging out with — and making an apple pie with — my Little Brother.

Good night.

The pizza I’m not eating

September 23, 2010
Pizza at Jack's Auto

Pizza at Jack's Auto

When I returned to Jacks’ Auto to pick up my car after the oil change, this box of pizza was sitting on the counter. Ooooooh, tempting. Didn’t have any.

Lots of sugary crap that I’m not buying at Stop & Shop

September 23, 2010

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At about 4:00 I dropped my car off for an oil change, walked to a local Verizon store to look at Droid phones, and then stopped at Stop & Shop to see if they had Biscotti. Jackpot! They not only had the Nonni’s “Decadence” biscotti I love so much, but they had a bunch of the Oreo Zone Bars that I’ve been looking for. I got two boxes of the former and five boxes of the latter. I now have enough 100-calorie biscotti to last me through weeks of hunger management, and more than enough Zone Bars to last me through two weeks of hiking in Acadia.

Now for what I didn’t buy. Just look at those cookies and cakes. The cookies and muffins and such at Stop & Shop bakery are better than any grocery store baked goods have a right to be. They are very tempting. And the sheer urban sprawl of bakery table after bakery table presents another level of temptation in itself.

“Whew! I made it past the muffins. Oh! Those cookies look sooooo good… but I’m not going to have any. Phew! They’re behind me. OH NO!! Look at those cakes! Lemon bundt cake and cinnamon rolls and cheese danish ring and… ohhhhh, there’s one of those coffee rolls that reminds me of the ones we used to have when I was a kid…”

Well, I made it past the entire bakery. Then, on the way out of the store, I had to run one final gauntlet: the Halloween candy display. Truthfully, it’s not a challenge. At this point, it simply fills me with disgust. This is our excuse for a tradition? Please.

Not stopping at Longford’s

September 22, 2010
My view of Longford's from the red light at Larchmont Avenue

My view of Longford's from the red light at Larchmont Avenue

By the time I’d returned the Escort to the garage I’d gone through seventy miles, one traffic jam and one parking ticket. I was so full of pent-up anxiety that I thought it would be dangerous for me to start my workout as soon as I got home. I decided to take a break after my 4:00 meal to allow my blood pressure to lower.

On the way back from the garage, I passed something else that would have lowered my blood pressure: Longford’s. A large waffle cone with Chocolate Caramel Crackle and Creme Caramel… my gosh how right it would have seemed — how much I seemed to deserve it!

But I’m being extra-strong this week because I have my eyes on the prize: Acadia. I’ve worked hard during the last few months, and I will be as fit as possible when I drive onto Mount Desert Island… in my 1999 Ford Escort with its brand new inspection sticker!

The crumb-top apple pie I’m not eating

September 22, 2010
Crumb-top apple pie

Crumb-top apple pie

Um… where do I start? OK. 1988. Summer of 1988. Wow. That long ago?

During the summer between high school and college, I bought a 1980 Buick LeSabre from the friend of a friend’s father. It wasn’t a great decision. It had lots of problems, and then up and died at the end of my Junior year.

When I graduated college in 1992, my parents gave me some money to buy a car. I bought a used Chrysler Laser from a friend of my father. Big mistake. The engine died the following year. I had another engine put in. That one didn’t last long.

After the Laser died, my girlfriend’s stepfather had a Renault Alliance that was in the shop with a busted transmission. He didn’t want to pay for it, so I took the car for the price of the transmission job. God, I was such an idiot. Early that winter, I drove through some flood water that was much higher than I’d realized. The temperature happened to drop below freezing that night. For the rest of the winter, the engine wouldn’t start when it got very cold. The next year, the timing belt broke, and that was the end of that.

After the Renault, I was done buying cars from people I knew. In 1996 I financed an Isuzu Trooper from a used car dealer. It wasn’t a great decision. It sucked a lot of my money away, as usual, and by early 1999 became too unreliable to drive.

In 1999 I bought a new 1999 Ford Escort. This turned out to be one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. I’m still driving the thing.

In January of 2009 a friend was about to move to Canada, and she had a 2001 Hyundai Sonata with no brakes left. She didn’t want to spend the money for the brake job and jump through all the other hoops required to bring it with her. So she kept offering to let me have it.

I didn’t want a used Hyundai Sonata, but I looked up the Blue Book value and saw that it was around six or seven hundred dollars more than the cost of the brake job. So, thinking that it was a good deal, I violated one of my biggest rules: I bought a car from a friend.

I threw a few hundred dollars her way, which brought the money I spent up closer to the Blue Book value. Then things started going wrong… one after another. By late last year I’d spent over $4,000 on the vehicle. I can’t begin to describe how stupid that makes me feel. I violated a rule I’d spent years and a lot of money learning, and boy did I pay for it.

Well, thankfully the Sonata has kept running for the last year, which makes the investment somewhat less horribly unwise. But just the other day, the “CHECK ENGINE” light came on again. So now I’m back to the decision of whether to put another penny into that vehicle. I’m going to have my mechanic check it out in hopes of getting enough information to make that decision.

I say all this to explain how much anxiety I feel whenever I have to do anything at all involving a car. I’ve made a lot of dumb decisions, and any car problem brings me right back to those bad old days.

I got the Escort registered last Monday, my first post Goldman-Sachs non-work day. Since then I’ve spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to get it to pass inspection, and my anxiety has increased with the approach of my Maine trip. I got the brakes fixed, and have had to pester my mechanic to continue fixing another problem that was causing the car to fail inspection.

My mechanic ordered a part from the dealer on Monday, and installed it when it arrived yesterday. But the car had to be driven fifty miles before the computer could be reset to pass inspection. Knowing how long that would take him to get to, I went over there to do it myself.

While I was waiting, there was a crumb-top apple pie on the counter. I’m not sure if it was meant for customers, but let me tell you, if that question had been the only consideration, I would’ve had some. It would have been like water on the fire of my anxiety. But I’m proud to say that right now I not only know that the cost is too high, I’m strong enough to act on it. I didn’t have any.

The cookies and doughnuts that I’m not eating

September 19, 2010
Cookies and doughnuts at the farm stand on Mamaroneck Ave.

Cookies and doughnuts at the farm stand on Mamaroneck Ave.

Grace and I stopped at the farm stand on Mamaroneck Avenue to pick up some apples on the way to our hike in Ward Pound Ridge Reservation. They have very good doughnuts there. I did not buy any despite the magnificently enticing display, nor did I buy any of the delicious cookies on the counter. I got out of there with just the apples.

The beer that I’m not buying

September 16, 2010
A beer cooler at Beverage Mart of Rye

A beer cooler at Beverage Mart of Rye

I’m such a sucker for Oktoberfests. They’re only around for a short time, and they’re so nutty and crisp and redolent of fall. They sucker-punch me right in the pathology: “I’m seasonal! I’ll be gone before you know it! You’ll never get another one exactly like me! Seize the day!” Sam Adams and Brooklyn and Harpoon call out to me, wanting me to do a tasting to compare them all and see which one I like best.

Sorry, Oktoberfest. I already have way too many of your cousins in my refrigerator. And since I have no plans to drink them outside a weight benchmark celebration, and my hoard (horde?) is already big enough for several such celebrations, I must regretfully decline your entreaties.

Dang it, Lagunitas! You’re not making it any easier! You with your hoppy seasonal offerings, making me want to grab a six-pack just to hedge against missing the opportunity… BAD Lagunitas! BAD!!

The deli food that I’m not eating

September 16, 2010
Deli goodies that I'm not eating

Deli goodies that I'm not eating

I went to Rye to take a walk with my friend Katherine. On the way to the park, we stopped at a local grocery store and deli. The deli counter brought enticing visions of egg sandwiches to mind, but for me the main temptation was the cart next to it. Look at all those Danishes and turnovers and such! Yum!

Didn’t buy ’em. Bought a banana instead. Go me!