
So that brings me to the topic of today's weight loss post. The Empowerment of Garbage. It sounds funny, I know, but it is soooo true. What exactly do I mean by Garbage Empowerment? I simply mean the ability to toss something delicious into the garbage without a second th

That was a huge first step for me! I hate being wasteful of food. I grew up with my share of lean times, where every morsel of food counted. Andy and I have had our share of lean times together, so throwing out food was a big deal. When Abigail started table food, it was second nature to finish cleaning up her plate when she was done. Or when Zander is done munching on a bowl of peanuts, it's normal to pick at the remaining few to clean it up. No longer. Actually, Andy and I both stopped doing that a long time ago, but it is a hard habit to break. I think what broke us was one time finishing up something for Abigail, and then she came back an hour or two later looking for more. She was so distraught, that we established our house rule of letting the snacks lie for about 3 hours before they officially become garbage. And that's exactly what happens to them, they become garbage.
And now, things go into the garbage. There's a handful of potato chips left in that bag? Garbage. That Halloween Candy has been there for over a month with no one picking at it? Garbage. Or from the other day, Zander is finished with his ice cream sandwich and there is most of it left? Garbage- not even one single bite for Mommy. I don't feel so bad about throwing out food anymore. Inferior calories are just not worth keeping around just to munch on. I will feel bad if I forgot about some baby zucchini in the fridge and they go bad- that I will be quite sad about. But the junk food, and the leftovers, and the scraggly bits on my children's plates make their way happily into the eternal wasteland. I have been known to toss half a banana cream pie, simply because I am the one home during the day. I know it is there, I will dream about that pie, and before I know it, a slice will make it's way onto my breakfast plate. And then after lunch it will be "just a small slice." And even later still, Zander will want a slice, take two bites, and I will finish it for him. Much better to remove the temptation than regret it later.

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Like you, I have been through a lot of lean times in my life and I feel sick everytime I "waste" something by throwing it away. Wonder if that is half the problem??
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