I was discussing my diet strategy with Denise yesterday. Or rather my calorie counting strategy. There’s no realistic hope that I can know accurately how many calories are in everything I eat. So I estimate, using the vast database of MyFitnessPal, and if it gives me multiple options I tend to go for one of the higher estimates. I'd rather overestimate than underestimate is my basic strategy.
(I say “vast database of MyFitnessPal” but I have no idea how vast it is and I find it occasionally frustrating. Why is it beyond the wit of man to just record every item of food with a weight rather than describing a red pepper as “medium” or an onion as “2 and 3/4 to 3 and 1/4 inches in diameter”? I'm guessing that they are trying to cater for people without kitchen scales but what dieting person doesn't have kitchen scales? The ones who are idiots.)
And then today my strategy was tested to its limit. Slight overexaggeration, but I'd rather overexaggerate than underexaggerate.
Denise’s Aunt Pollie made me a Game Pie for Christmas. She has given us a Game Pie every year since we were married. At Christmas time I guard this Game Pie with a mania bordering on insanity. Because it is so good that basically I want it all to myself. This year, what with being on a diet and everything, I should have declined the offer of a Game Pie but I refer you to my previous sentence in which I mentioned how blooming good it is.
But in the end, we had so much food at Christmas and I was so appalled with myself for my wanton overeating that I didn't eat the Game Pie. I cut it into 4 bits and froze it so I could eat it at a later date.
Today I defrosted the first bit. When I say bit, I mean quarter. A quarter of quite a large Game Pie. When I unwrapped it from the foil it had been frozen in, the pastry fell away from it and it crumbled a little. My stupid brain said to me, “This is at its best today. Another day and it will not be as tasty. What I am saying is that it must be all eaten today.”
I agreed with my brain. Its logic was, I felt, impeccable.
The sun was shining so I sat out on the patio with the chickens and a cup of coffee and I had the Game Pie for lunch. A bit of me exerted some restraint and I didn't eat all of the pastry, even though it was blooming lovely, but I did eat all of the filling.
Afterwards, feeling a little disgusted with my brain for being such a glutton, I wondered what the calorie count for my Game Pie was. I weighed the 3 remaining pieces, still frozen and wrapped in foil. They were all about 450g.
I looked up Game Pie on MyFitnessPal. The Waitrose Game Pie was 343kcal per 100g.
Now my normal strategy, to overestimate, should mean that I would say my piece of Game Pie was 1544 kcal.
But I hadn't eaten some of the pastry, and the foil weighed something, so I chose to record it as 400g or 1372 kcal.
And that meant, just about, that I didn't go over my calorie limit for the day. Even though I probably did.
The Game Pie was worth it, but it's the start of a slippery slope. And I must be more careful in future.