These are my new best friends.
What this weight loss journey is teaching me is:
1. I can't estimate.
2. I lie to myself all the time.
I can't estimate to save my soul. I have no idea how much a portion is if I don't measure it ahead of time. I pile it on the plate, if I like it, I'll have more. "That looks like about a cup." Yet when I measure it for real, what I thought was a cup is really one and a half. Or two. Or something. Who knows?
So I measure.
Because if I guess, I know I'm always wrong.
I lie to myself, early, often, and all the time. I can so easily tell myself, "It's just one," or "It's not very big," or "You get a treat, just have one," or "You exercised today, you deserve this." One, whatever it is, turns into two, or three, or half a container, and I don't even know how much it was.
If I weigh it, measure it, look it up, and write it down, and be honest about what I'm doing, then I'm not lying any more.
If I weigh it, or measure it, I can't lie. Numbers are numbers. Half a cup is really truly what fits in the measuring cup. An ounce on the scale is an ounce. If I want more, I have to write it down. And in that act of weighing or measuring a second helping, I'll usually discover I didn't want it anyway.