Saturdays I walk with fellow 90210er producer/director Gavin Polone and talk raising kids, saving Chimps and lately, my diet. I’m a woman of an age where things previously put on my plate (yogurt, cereal, salt-free chips) are having some undesirable effects (food baby belly).
Gavin hasn’t missed a day at the gym in fourteen years, is a vegetarian, and has nary an ounce of fat on him. Both he and my trusted trainer, Lesley Goldberg, who makes me work out so hard my triceps tremble simply moving the car from neutral to drive, happily offered to help me shed the five (or ten) extra pounds. I texted photos of everything I ate for two days.
Goldberg identified my nemesis: sugar. She suggested I cut back on wine. My innocent looking 2-3 glasses a week had to go in order for me to shed pounds? Wah!
Gavin concurred. “Yeah, the wine just turns straight to sugar. Cut back.” Double wah!
Gavin also questioned the cereal I was using to top off my Chobani yogurt. “Ah, it’s healthy,” I waved him off. “I got it from Whole Foods.”
“Just check the sugar. There should be about 3 grams per serving.”
Uh, oh. Try 15. Wah! Wah! Wah!
Goldberg advised that if I do eat something with sugar, like my yogurt, that I eat it later in the day so my body didn’t “crave” sugar all day long.
I trudged back to Whole Foods to return the tasty sugar-laden cereal I used to eat and swapped them for low or no sugar brands. Instead of feeling proud, though, I’m worried.
One package looks like a mix of sand and birdseed. The other looks and feels like styrofoam peanuts.
Perhaps my High School Kid won’t mind being the taste tester. He routinely drinks ‘healthy’ smoothies made of celery, kale and parsley. He says the pineapple chunks in there really make the flavor pop. The other day he offered me a sip. When I lifted the lid the pungent odor, a cross between a fish tank that is overdue on cleaning and a facial pore cleanser almost sent me to the floor.
Come to think of it, if my High School Kid gives the cereal a thumb’s up, does that really mean it’s okay for me to eat?
This morning I opted for a hard-boiled egg and low fat cheese on a flax cracker. I think I’m safe from my nemesis sugar. We’ll see if I’m brave enough tomorrow morning to face Qia.