When A Thought Becomes A Brownie

 Cheats You Tell Yourself





The urge arrived at approximately 4:17 P.M. right on schedule. I was not hungry. I had eaten my carefully weighed lunch. I had consumed my water and allotted fruit like a responsible adult. And yet, there I stood in the kitchen, staring into the pantry as if it contained emotional solutions. I wasn't looking for food. I was looking for relief. 

Unfortunately, my brain believes relief comes in the form of something toasted, frosted, or served with a spoon.

The urge to cheat on your food plan doesn't begin with a brownie. It begins with a thought.






Typically, the progression of those thoughts go something like this:

Stage 1 - The Suggestion

Stage 2 - The Minimization

Stage 3 - The Rationalization

Stage 4 - The Future Promise

Stage 5 - The Permission Slip

The Rationalization Olympics...And The Gold Goes To...


After just having watched the Olympics on TV, I think that it is appropriate to share with you, that I, Sjodry, have indeed scored the 'Gold Medal' in the art of rationalizations:




  • "It's fruit adjacent."
  • "It's basically a protein."
  • "It would be rude not to."
  • "Steve would understand."
  • "I've been good all week."
  • "It's just one bite."
  • "I deserve this."

Why It Happens (The Science Layer)

  • Dopamine is anticipation-based
  • Restriction increases fixation
  • Habits run on cue > routine > reward
  • The brain prefers immediate reward over long-term outcomes

The brain is not immoral. It is efficient. It chooses now over later every time unless trained otherwise.

But sometimes (often)..cheating is not about food. 
It's about when mental fatigue lowers resistance to impulses, an impulse-intention clash between desire vs. decision.

The truth is, the urge isn't loud because I'm starving. It's loud because I'm tired. Or overwhelmed. Or wanting comfort.

When the urge to cheat arrives, think:

The Reality Check: Is It Worth:

  • The five minutes of pleasure
  • The hour (or more) of mental noise after
  • The negotiation spiral
  • The "well now the day is ruined" thinking

The Reframe

  • The urge doesn't mean failure
  • The urge is a thought, not a command
  • Not every thought deserves a snack

What Does Resistance Look Like?


Not dramatic.
Not heroic.
Just small and practical.

  • Closing the pantry
  • Making tea
  • Drinking water
  • Saying, "Not today!"
  • Letting the wave pass

In The End...

My urge lasted about 7 minutes.
It felt eternal.
It was not.

The urge still visits.
It just doesn't get to drive anymore.

Sjodry and Resisting 🍩

Meal Prep Or Mental Breakdown

 Orientation Overload





The first look over our food plan materials did not feel so empowering. It felt chaotic. So many details. So many things to remember. Supplements and drops. Protein rotations. Approved and Unlimited Vegetables. Portion sizes. allowables & dis-allowables. It felt like trying to assemble furniture without a diagram--except the diagram was also a list of restrictions.

My first thought wasn't hunger.
It was: This feels complicated. 

And then, almost immediately: What if I mess this up? 

I'm a bit of a perfectionist. I don't like gray areas. I like clear instructions and clean execution. Seeing page after page of do's and don't made my brain flash straight to, "Can I actually do this?"

Underneath the anxiety was something more solid--this wasn't optional. I wanted to do it right. For Steve. And for myself.

I don't handle chaos well. But I do handle structure. And I've learned that when something feels complicated, it usually means it hasn't been organized yet.

The Planning


Meal prep can feel overwhelming at first.

So instead of trying to absorb every rule at once, I did something very un-dramatic. I made a weekly plan. One week. One grocery list. One prep session. Suddenly the mountain of instructions became Monday through Sunday.

Complicated things calm down when they're written in a plan.
  • Assigning proteins to specific days
  • Labeling with reusable bags
  • Pre-weighing proteins and vegetables
  • Creating a quick-cook cheat sheet
Finding gentle, zero-calorie-approved dressings and spices that add flavor without rebellion 

Once the food was assigned to days, it stopped feeling restrictive. It felt scheduled. 

But something interesting happened when I stopped trying to hold everything in my head.

I started building small supports instead of relying on memory. Digital reminders on my phone for the supplements. A few 'Alexa' prompts so I wouldn't forget prep or coordinated cooking times. A weekly menu that lived outside of my brain instead of inside it.

I bought a digital scale so there was no guessing. Guessing fuels anxiety. Measuring removes it.

I even used a planning assistant (thank you, modern technology#ChatGPT) to help map out weekly menus, protein rotations, cooking times, and seasoning ideas. Instead of reinventing the wheel each week, I had guidance on how long to bake fish, how to roast vegetables, and how to make chicken taste different without adding anything off-plan.




Food Prep

Of all the food plan pieces, the actual food prep is probably where most people imagine the meltdown happening. I did. It certainly looked that way at first glance.

But prep, like everything else, got easier once it became a routine instead of a decision.

After grocery day (usually the same day), I have what I now call my "prep time." It's not glamorous. It's not Instagram-worthy. It's just a block of time where I turn on my favorite Spotify playlist and get to work.

I cut, weigh, and measure all of our proteins. Each portion goes into a reusable ziplock bag, labeled and sealed. Once everything is measured correctly, it goes straight into the freezer. No guessing later. No extended mental math at dinnertime. Maybe 1 - 1.5 hours of prep to keep things organized for an entire week/two, and a very quick and simple routine when it's time to cook.

The Daily Thaw 

Each morning, I check our weekly menu and pull out the designated proteins for lunch and dinner so that they can thaw. That single small step removes the 5:00 p.m. panic.

Vegetable Simplicity: At each mealtime, vegetables are prepped fresh--quick wash, quick chop, quick weigh. Because the proteins are already handled, the vegetables feel simple instead of overwhelming.

When the measuring and portioning are done ahead of time, the actual cooking feels almost...ordinary. And ordinary is good. Ordinary is sustainable.

There was a time when I would have looked at all this measuring and said, "Absolutely not." But structure has a funny way of turning effort into calm.

Once the reminders are set, the proteins are assigned to days, and the vegetables are weighed, the chaos is quieted. It has stopped feeling like a complicated rulebook and started feeling like a schedule. And one which is now far easier than my previous 'fly by the seat of my pants' cooking approach.

From Following to Flavor





We began this food plan thinking it was 42 days of compliance.
Measured proteins. Weighed vegetables. No dairy. No sugar. No improvising.

Follow the rules. Get the result.

But somewhere between silicone containers and oven-roasted chicken, something is shifting.

I realized we are no longer just "following a plan."
I/we are learning how food works.

One of my favorite guilty pleasures has always been watching Food Network cooking shows. The clock is ticking, the ingredients are random, and somehow these chefs calmly say things like, "I'll balance the acid with the fat and add a textural element for contrast."

Meanwhile, I'm here thinking, "I have carrots. Should I microwave them again?"

In an effort to better understand flavor profiles, my curiosity led me to purchase the book Salt Fat Acid Heat, and suddenly I understood something profound:

Flavor is not magic.
It's a structure.

The 42-day plan may have been the entry point.
But what we are building now isn't temporary discipline.

It's fluency.

I'm learning how acid can brighten steamed broccoli.
How a drizzle of quality olive oil can replace the comfort I once looked for in butter.
How herbs can do the work salt used to do.

And that feels less like dieting...
and more like becoming someone new with a sustainable lifestyle.

SjoDry and Planning

The Scale of Injustice

 When Gravity Has Opinions





There is a very specific kind of betrayal that happens when the scale can't seem to make up its mind for four or five days straight. One morning it winks kindly. The next, it files a complaint. Up two ounces. Down three. Up again, just to keep things interesting. 

I gained two ounces two days in a row and reacted like I had been personally audited, while Steve has continued his clean downward slide like a well-behaved spreadsheet. 

I stare at the number, step off, step back on, lean slightly left as if gravity might negotiate. The scale, unmoved, delivers its daily plot twist.

The Scale, the Tea, and the Truth


There is a special kind of confidence exhibited by one who has followed their food plan exactly. Measured portions. No substitutions. No "just a bite." I approach the scale like a woman who has fulfilled her contractual obligations and is worthy of applause. 

And then...the 'scale reality shock'.

My mind immediately begins to state its case: I am measuring. I am weighing. I am resisting things that once called my name at 9:14 p.m. And yet the number went up. 
Not by much. 
But enough to trigger The Mental Spiral.

You know The Spiral.
  • "Did I accidentally inhale sodium?"
  • "Was that broccoli rebellious?"
  • "Is my metabolism on strike?"
  • "Should I start drafting my resignation from this entire program?"

The Drama Queen in the Bathroom




First of all, the scale is not a moral authority.
It is a bathroom appliance.

If mine could talk (and frankly, some mornings I think it does), it would be wearing a crown and saying:
"Excuse me. Do you KNOW what you just put me through?" The scale measures everything in your body.

Everything.
Not just fat.
That includes:
  • Water
  • Glycogen
  • Inflammation
  • Hormones
  • Digestive Timing
  • And yes...broccoli that has not completed its journey
The scale is not weighing your character.
It is weighing your chemistry.

Let's Discuss The Tea






Friends, let's have a calm, rational, tea-assisted conversation.

Some mornings, the scale is not measuring fat.
It is measuring...timing.

Picture this:
Me at the kitchen counter.
Oversized mug.
Tea bag tag hanging over the rim of my cup.
A certain box labeled "Smooth Move" sitting nearby.

We are negotiating.

Because sometimes the difference between "up 0.6" and "down 0.4" is simply what has--or has not exited the building.

The scale does not care about digestion schedules. It simply reports the weight of everything currently on board.

That is not fat gain.
That is biology.

The Science (Without the PhD)


Here's what most of us were never told.

1. Water Fluctuates Constantly

Your body is about 60% water.
Sodium changes, stress, sleep hormones--even a slightly different protein source--can shift water retention by 1/2 to 2 pounds overnight.

Overnight.

You did not gain two pounds of fat while sleeping. You would need roughly 3,500 calories above maintenance to gain one pound of fat. That is not happening on this plan.
What's happening is fluid adjustment.

2. Glycogen Holds Water

Your body stores carbohydrate as glycogen.
Every gram of glycogen holds 3-4 grams of water.
When your body adjusts fuel storage--even slightly--the scale moves.
That is chemistry.
Not failure.

3. Inflammation Is Not Betrayal

If you walked more.
Moved more.
Lifted something heavy.
Slept differently.
Your muscles hold water to repair.
That is healing.
Healing sometimes looks like a temporary bump.

The Real Problem Isn't the Scale


The real problem is the story we attach to it. 
We see a number and think:
  • "I messed up."
  • "This isn't working."
  • "My body is broken."
  • "Why do I even try?"
  • " I really blew it!"
But fat does not move in a straight line.
It moves like this:
Down.
Pause.
Tiny up.
Waves. Not stairs.

When you are on plan and the scale ticks up slightly, the appropriate reaction is not panic.
It is curiosity.

"Hmm. Probably water."
"May need a cup of 'Smooth Move' tonight."

That's it.
No drama crown required.

The Truth


The scale is a data tool.
It is not a judge.
It is not a verdict.
It is not a reflection of your discipline, your worth, or your future success.

It measures weight.
And weight is influenced by far more than fat.

So the next time it moves up slightly, try this:

Make your tea.
Let it steep.
And remember...

Consistency beats fluctuation.
Every time.

“This too..shall pass.”
Sjodry and Sipping ☕️
 






“Unlimited Vegetables,” They Said

 "EAT AS MUCH AS YOU WANT," THEY SAID




When I first saw the words "Free Vegetables-Unlimited," I felt a rush of relief.

Unlimited? Awesome. Something generous. Something abundant. Something which doesn’t require a food scale and a calculator. I pictured mountains of crisp lettuce, covered with colorful bell peppers. A carefree salad lifestyle where I could nibble without consequences.

And then I read the list. As I begin to scroll the columns, my mouth puckered into what can only be described as nutritional skepticism. Let's just say my confidence dimmed somewhere between Bitter Leaf and Swiss Chard. Because apparently unlimited does not mean familiar, it means, “Have you ever considered foraging?”

Fiddlehead Ferns


Let's begin with Fiddlehead Ferns.
I had two immediate questions.

One: Is this decorative?
Two: Do I need to hike for it?

I'm fairly certain I've only seen fiddlehead ferns in nature documentaries or tucked beside a waterfall in a state park. I did not realize they were something one casually sautés on a Tuesday. But sure. Unlimited. Let me just grab my boots.

Bitter Leaf

Then there's Bitter Leaf.
It is bold enough to introduce itself with a warning.

Not "Savory Leaf."
Not "Delightful Leaf."
No - it leads with Bitter.

I admire the honesty. I question the marketing. Unlimited? Of the thing that announces itself as unpleasant? That feels less like freedom and more like character development.

Hearts of Palm




And then.. Hearts of Palm.

This one sounds expensive. Possibly imported. Potentially requiring a machete. Is this in aisle four? Or do I need to crack open a tropical tree in the backyard? Unlimited hearts of palm sounds glamorous. Until you remember you're standing in a Midwestern grocery store.

Dandelion Greens


The same plant we've spent years trying to eliminate in our yard is now...a side dish.
We've sprayed them.
Pulled them.
Judged them.
And now I'm supposed to saute them.

Spinach Shrinkage





After mentally rejecting anything that sounded like it required hiking boots, I did what any reasonable adult would do—I searched the list for something familiar. Something we had actually eaten before. Something that did not sound like it came with a warning label. Spinach. Ah, Finally. A vegetable we actually like.

Spinach feels safe. Familiar. Civilized. So I confidently purchased an entire box of fresh spinach- a big one. The kind that looks abundant and virtuous. I even de-veined it. Because if I'm committing to unlimited vegetables, I'm not crunching through stems like a barn animal. Into the steamer it went. An entire box. What emerged looked like a garnish. Two small, polite little piles. Three or four ounces each..if I was being generous. I stood there staring at the plate thinking, that can't be the whole forest.

The Reflex to Refuse

After the spinach evaporated and the carrots were weighed like gold bullion, I noticed something else. It wasn’t just the vegetables that surprised me. It was my reflex.

“I don’t eat that.”
“I won’t like that.”
“I’m not trying that.”

The list wasn’t arguing with me. My own assumptions were.

Unlimited vegetables weren’t the shock. Unlimited reconsideration was.

And I realized something mildly uncomfortable:
I have spent years thinking I know exactly what I don’t like.

Not based on experience.
Not based on trying.
But based on a decision I made somewhere between childhood and Tuesday.

I don’t eat bitter.
I don’t eat yard plants.
I don’t eat anything that sounds like it requires harvesting tools.

But maybe that reflex isn’t about vegetables at all.

Maybe it’s about identity.

“I’m not a greens person.”
“I’m not adventurous.”
“I don’t do that.”

It’s funny how quickly we defend a food preference as if it were a personality trait.

Unlimited vegetables weren’t just sitting there on a list.
They were quietly asking,
“Are you sure?”

And that question feels bigger than spinach.

That… might deserve its own post.


Sjodry and Foraging  🥬







The Two Days We Were Told To Overeat

 "WAIT..WE HAVE TO DO WHAT?"





So before we were allowed to begin eating like restrained woodland creatures..we were instructed to eat like competitive lumberjacks for two full days. When the clinic calmly informed us that we were required to consume 5,000 calories - twice - I swear I could hear my very Southern Great-Grandmother's voice rising from somewhere beyond the grave: "Well, I'll be swanee!" I almost felt the sudden need to sit down and fan myself. I am, after all, a woman who gets reflux from an enthusiastic salad. I have never in my life intentionally consumed 5,000 calories. I don't even think I've done it accidentally at Thanksgiving. Surely this directive was meant for sturdier individuals.

 THE DIETS I HAVE LOVED


For many, if not most people, we meander (if not dwell) at various levels of health and fitness throughout our lives. A visual indicator of this is the body weight in which we carry at any given time. Our closet, with my self-imposed size descriptors (“Big Clothes”, “Regular Clothes”, and “Successful Diet Clothes”), is a testament to this ‘present-moment weight reality (something women universally understand). But there comes a moment (or several) when the true ‘scale don’t lie’ reality or unexpected health crisis smacks you in the face and elicits the “OMG, I’ve got to do something!” reaction. It is then we begin to focus on the latest diet craze. For me, this happened a number of times over the decades of my life (and a few ‘attention-getting’ times) for Steve. I thought it might be fun (or perhaps I should say, “enlightening “ to revisit some of those food plans that I/we have enthusiastically embraced through the years ..at least for awhile.


 SO WE’RE DOING THIS..



What’s that, you ask?

We have committed — heart, mind and wallet, to follow a medically supervised weight loss program.

My husband Steve, is the actual wellness-driven patient, and I (his wife Sandy, aka as SjoDry), am Steve’s official Wellness Support Partner.

For anyone who has done their due diligence on strict food plans and still made the commitment to dive in..despite the near universal first deer-in-headlights response to their stringent requirements-Congratulations! Please join us on the path to perfect portion control.

We are recent retirees who have decided to adopt a healthier lifestyle so we can more fully enjoy this new chapter in our lives.