‘It’s a constant incline, this trying to eat well.’
Welcome back to Chickklettes, the carving companion to Trikker Chicks… For Women Who Carve. I’ve got a satellite office now, here on TrikkeWorld Magazine. Combining my two locations has been a success.
So my week in review goes something like this: I over-indulged in too much sugar (again), decided to clean up my food-plan (again) and did some research on what I renamed carb carving (changed from carb cycling. You see why I did it now, right?), the latest in the line-up of food plans that boasts success in the lose-your-ass category. It’s a constant incline, this trying to eat well.
Firstly, there’s a lot to keep track of: calories, fat grams, sodium, carbohydrate and sugar amounts — all need of tallying on a daily basis. I know there are apps for this sort of thing, but I like all those numbers rattling around in my brain-pan. It gives me something to think about besides how high the unemployment rate is this week.
“If I didn’t get out on my Trikke, Black Birdie, I’d be at least ten years older …”
Then there’s the battle that rages in my head: should I snack now before it gets too late, or does that just clear the way for a later snacking opportunity? Most people think about family and friends. I think about my next Twinkie. I even have a store owner making jokes with me about all the marshmallows I buy from him. Should I divulge this?
That is why carving is so important to my life and weight changes (not commenting on if the scale is traveling north or south this week). If I didn’t get out on my Trikke, Black Birdie, I’d be at least ten years older and walking with support. Being considered a senior citizen (you won’t find me admitting to that often), I see what a sedentary life does to my neighbors. Daily. And I am carving hard, staying in front of that inevitable landslide.
Oh well (said with a sigh). I find myself back at square one. Again. I think of my last ride on Black Birdie and realize my journey is not such a bad trip.
Tune in next week, my Chickklettes… ‘til then.