Showing posts with label eating habits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eating habits. Show all posts

Monday, August 22, 2011

Bite Counter is like a pedometer for your mouth



Like a pedometer, it keeps count of a repetitive physical movement. But putting fork to mouth is more complex than walking. "A pedometer can't tell what kind of motion you're making. This tracks a very specific motion," Hoover says.
The wrist rotation necessary to move a fork from plate to mouth turns out to be the critical motion in eating; the machine counts bites with 90% accuracy, he says.
It also counts bites taken without the use of a fork or spoon, such as eating an apple; the rotation of the wrist is the same whether eating with the hands or utensils, Hoover says.
Hoover and his co-inventor, psychologist Eric Muth, have found that one bite generally averages about 25 calories.  Read more . . .
See, my problem would be that I seldom use utensils unless the food is messy.  I eat a lot of sandwich type stuff, as well.  And I take big bites . . so . . . what do the rest of you think?  Does this have any value?

Saturday, April 07, 2007

Emotional Eating

A lot of women say they overeat when they are upset. I've tried to watch for patterns of that in myself, but I find that I don't consistantly overeat when I am angry or sad. I have a lot of reasons to be sad lately, what with getting a divorce from my third husband, who I love more than I've loved anyone before, and getting older and the dead of my second husband. So I've tried to track if any of this effects my eating.

What I've found is that I am likely to eat unwisely when I am lonely. When I miss my husband I really wish he was with me and loved and desired me. I eat when I want to be touched and held. Does anyone else experience weight gain when they don't get and want sex?

This week I posted another loss. I'm quite excited. That's at least a month of losses. So obviously I'm not succumbing to eating when I'm lonely. I've been trying to decide what my affirmation for this week should be and I'm drawing a blank. I suppose I could recycle an old one. Maybe I'll do I accept myself the way I am again