Today marks exactly one month that I have been living healthier, eating fewer calories, and even doing a little exercise. I lost four pounds this past week, which probably has a little to do with my bout with sickness and another bout with anxiety, but the scale is moving downward, so I'm happy.
Despite those almost two entire weeks where the scale wouldn't budge, I still lost a total of 12 pounds this month!
I have mentioned before that I suffer from anxiety. I was on medication (SSRI) for almost two years, but in January I got sick of having side effects and having trouble losing weight, so I decided to stop taking them. I enjoyed nearly six months meds-free, and had very little anxiety during that time, but this week it came back with. a. vengeance. I know that it is due in large part to some big life changes that I'm going through right now, and some big decisions that I have to make, but unfortunately my brain doesn't listen to logic when my anxiety is triggered in a big way. I have some medicine left, so I think I'm going to start taking it again, because I really can't handle what anxiety does to me, mentally and physically. I'll go see a doctor ASAP as well.
My only concern with taking meds is that I don't want to become complacent about losing weight. The medicine I take (unlike a few others I've tried) doesn't increase my appetite, so that's a plus, but I don't want to get calm and suddenly be OK with weighing 247 pounds! We'll see how it goes this time around, when I'm conscious of the possibilities of side effects and weight gain. If I keep doing what I've been doing, I should be fine.
Now I'm off to my sister's for the day. She wants me to go to IKEA with her and my two nephews. IKEA. On a Saturday. With two small children. There is not enough Prozac in the WORLD...
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
My weekend from the hot place...
What started out as a really
fun weekend ended badly on Saturday night. I had managed to avoid the whooping
cough that plagued all of my coworkers for the last few weeks, but as I sat
watching a movie with my sister, I felt that gross tickle in the back of my
throat. Then came the coughing. Then came the upper respiratory infection and
the worst two days of my life (OK, maybe a
slight exaggeration.)
I didn’t sleep at all on
Saturday night, and spent all day Sunday about as miserable as I can remember
being since I got swine flu four years ago. Disgusting chest congestion made it
hard to breath, and I had a fever off and on for 24 hours. Fever is a big deal
to me, because it happens so rarely—I once went 10 years without getting one.
True story. I think. Anyway, I spent Sunday and Monday in bed watching episode
after episode of House Hunters and Diners, Drive-Ins & Dives, but forced
myself to go in to work today, against my better judgment. (And based on the
death glares from the now healthy people in the office, it was against their
better judgment, too.)
I’m still not feeling great,
but I feel sooo much better than I did Sunday, and I’m definitely headed in the
right direction.
Out of nowhere this weekend I
dropped a couple more pounds, and surpassed my “10 lbs down” goal for the
month. I’m at 10.5 lbs lost since May 29th, and I’m hoping for a
little more by Saturdays weigh-in. Weight loss is so funny (well, not funny
when I’m frustrated and ready to smash the scale with an axe)—one day I’m
furious that the numbers haven’t moved in two weeks, and the next, I’m giggling
with glee at an overnight loss of 3 pounds. This last month of living
healthfully has at least reinforced that I can truly “trust the process.” It’s
so easy to get discouraged and think that I just physically can’t lose weight,
but after seeing how the scale has been weird over the last 4 weeks, and seeing
that the results are there, just not as uniformly as I like, I’m encouraged
that I really can trust the process. Eating fewer calories and moving more really does
work! Who would’ve thought?
Speaking of weight loss... My mom is a nurse, and she stopped in to see how I was doing on Sunday night. While she was listening to my lungs, she kept commenting about how my heart was racing. Since I'd been sitting motionless for a full 24 hours, that was odd. We finally realized it was the Maximum Strength Mucinex liquid I'd been taking every four hours. It had my heart rate way up... no wonder I lost a few pounds! Disclaimer: Do NOT go to Wal Mart and buy a case of Mucinex to try and speed up your weight loss. Go to Costco. Much cheaper. ;)
I hope your week got off to a much
better start than mine! J
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Mmmm, Pizza...
Since I don't have to work on Fridays (best thing in the WORLD, I'm not gonna lie), I wanted to have something fun and figure-friendly for dinner to celebrate the start of my weekend, and to serve as game food for game seven of the NBA finals (Go Heat!). I decided to make some quesadilla pizzas, and was pretty happy with how they turned out.
I bought whole wheat, low carb tortillas because 1) they only have 81 calories each, and most large tortillas have at least 120, 2) I figure the more calories I cut, the more pizza I can eat, and 3) the higher fiber is also nice and filling.
Classico has a new fire-roasted pizza sauce that I decided to try, and I chose store brand 6-cheese Italian shredded cheese since it was BOGO. Aside from being cheap, it also had only 80 calories per 1/3 cup, which is lighter than most shredded cheese. And obviously, the more cheese the better. ;)
It was a very yummy dinner. The pizzas were a little easier to eat folded in half, because of how thin the tortillas were, and that gave it a thicker, more-like-real-pizza bite.
Each quesadilla pizza had just 200 calories--yum!
Any fun plans for the weekend?
Classico has a new fire-roasted pizza sauce that I decided to try, and I chose store brand 6-cheese Italian shredded cheese since it was BOGO. Aside from being cheap, it also had only 80 calories per 1/3 cup, which is lighter than most shredded cheese. And obviously, the more cheese the better. ;)
I sprayed a half-size baking sheet (one of the perks of owning a dessert company is access to these big, luscious baking sheets) with cooking spray and assembled the pizza/quesadillas. I could have been more creative with the toppings, but olives and baby portabellos sounded good tonight, and I was really hungry, therefore didn't want to take extra time to chop more veggies.
Popped them into the oven at 400 degrees for about 12 minutes and...
It was a very yummy dinner. The pizzas were a little easier to eat folded in half, because of how thin the tortillas were, and that gave it a thicker, more-like-real-pizza bite.
Each quesadilla pizza had just 200 calories--yum!
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Any fun plans for the weekend?
Monday, June 17, 2013
Treadmill!
After my Friday Fail in the
run department, I took the rest of the weekend off from exercise (which I’m
pretty sure is the opposite of what you’re supposed to do after you don’t
succeed at something). I just got it in my head—after nearly dying of heat stroke
after my last run—that I really need a treadmill in order to stay consistent
with exercise. I scoured Craigslist for listings, and even went to see one that
someone was selling for $200, but it was cheaper and smaller than the treadmill
I used to have, and walking on it felt like a chore because of the cheap belt.
I decided not to buy it.
On Sunday I got together with
my parents and my sister and I was talking about treadmills with my mom, and
she said she wanted to get one too… so we decided to go halfsies and share one.
On a whim, about half hour before closing, we went to Sports Authority to look
at their selection, and we found one we loved. It was on sale for $599 but it
was one I had read great reviews about and it was more expensive everywhere I’d
seen it online. We paid, then prayed it wouldn’t fall out of her little Nissan
crossover, and drove it home. I haven’t had a chance to finish putting it
together, but I will, and then I’m excited to pick back up on day 3 of the C25K
program. Woo!
I know, I know… as my
boyfriend told me, most exercise equipment ends up being used as a clothing
rack. BUT. I’ve had a treadmill before, and before I started taking medicine, I
actually used it and liked it. I even ran on it some. I remember being so proud
of myself once that I had run for 15 minutes straight without stopping. The
incline on it broke when it was about 5 years old, and then I entered my
meds-induced vegetative state, where I had only enough energy to sit on the
couch, so I gave it away. I’m pretty confident that this investment is going to
be a BIG help in getting off this 95 pounds I need to lose.
In other news, Popeyes fried
chicken is not the easiest thing to fit into a healthy lifestyle. My dad wanted
it yesterday, and it was Father’s Day, so he got it, but it really messed up my
calorie intake for the day. I’m pretty sure I went about 500 calories over what
I’m supposed to have to lose weight, but the scale was still down this morning,
probably thanks to me taking yesterday off from exercise. Oh, the mind games.
Overeat + don’t exercise = lose a pound. Too bad that doesn’t last. ;)
Friday, June 14, 2013
Failure is most definitely an option.
I look so cute after exercise. |
It was only 85 degrees when I started, and I made it through all the walk/run intervals until 55 seconds into running spurt number 7. And then my will to keep pushing myself just disintegrated. I felt like I was going to throw up, it was miserably hot, the sun was beating right down on me, and I just quit. I started walking, and walked through the final running spurt as well. At the time, I felt like I just could NOT keep going, and I resigned myself to it. I had pushed myself through running spurts 3 through 6 even though I wanted to quit then, too, but by the 7th 60-second run, I lost all motivation. I quit with 65 second of running remaining. Really, Me? Really???
Sigh. On the drive home, I decided to get my elliptical trainer back from one of my other brothers (I sold it to him a year ago, but he never uses it), because I am obviously a failure at running. Now that I've cooled off and the nausea his dissipated, I know I shouldn't just throw in the towel so easily, but I do think that having the elliptical would be nice. I can exercise more often, and from the comfort of my air conditioned home.
My body feels like jelly, and it's worse than how I felt on days one and two. Even my wrists and fingers hurt. Does the heat and humidity really make that much of a difference? Then again, I only did like two half-hearted stretches before I left the house.
The jury is out on what I'm gonna do. I guess I should just attempt day three again on Sunday, but this time do it before the sun comes up and conspires to kill me. Do I sound whiny enough? Cause I can try harder if I need to...
Good Stuff:
There are a few teeny victories to report today. First, I lost one of the three pounds that I gained when I started exercising! I was surprised to see that, too, because I felt like yesterday sucked eating-wise. My coworkers begged me to go out to lunch with them to this new, overpriced restaurant, and even though I was careful and ordered a salad, I ate too much. I had a few chips with guacamole before the salad came, ate almost my entire salad and half the dressing, and then I had four bites of a skillet cookie with ice cream that someone ordered because they hate me. Oh my word, it was delicious. After those four bites, I covered my dessert spoon with salt so I wouldn't take any more.
Another good thing is that I've been tracking the workouts I've been doing in my SparkPeople app, and today I saw that I've burned 1,103 calories exercising this week. For some reason, that made me so excited! I think it would be fun to challenge myself with a weekly calories burned total. It seems a lot more motivational than just tracking how many workouts I do.
I'm off to do something inspirational now, like watch episodes of Extreme Weight Loss... I need a little pick-me-up in the motivation department right now.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Couch to 5K - Day 2
I completed day 2 of the Couch
to 5K program yesterday morning (yay!), and it was a lot harder than day 1
(boo!). After the initial 60-second run, I had to force myself not to quit
every time the voice prompt told me it was time to run again. By the last few
running spurts, I was pretty much ready to die. I was constantly checking the
timer to see how many seconds of the minute were left, because I didn’t think I
could keep going. I also felt as though I was breathing a lot heavier than I
did on Monday, and everything just felt harder. Arg.
The important thing, I guess,
is that I didn’t quit and start walking even though I really wanted to. The
whole time, though, I was second-guessing myself. Do you really expect to start running at your size? You hate this. Running
will never be something you enjoy, so why waste your time? I pushed through
the negative self-talk, but I’ll admit that it is very hard to imagine myself
running for longer than 60 seconds, much less a bloody 5K. While huffing and
puffing, I tried to picture going for even a mile, and I about gave up and went
back to be right then and there.
I think I just need to be
patient with myself. I just started exercising after a two year hiatus (and I
wasn’t exercising very much before that), so I’m super out of shape, and
everything is going to be challenging. If I need to repeat week one of Cto5K for
a while, I’m not going to beat myself up about it. For now, I do feel proud
that I’m actually running (a grand total of 8 minutes every other day, but
still!).
I get up at 4:50 AM to exercise,
so it’s very dark outside when I head out. (I do it that early so I can get to
work on time, but that’s really the best time of day to go anyway, because it
is SO hot here, and running in the sunlight is utter misery. I also hate people
watching me when I walk or run. I know I need to get over that, but right now I
don’t want my neighbors all up in my weight loss business.) I only run in my
little mostly-gated neighborhood, but it can feel a little scary if I let
myself think about it too much. Today, two black cats ran right across my
path while I ran, and while I don’t believe in that stuff, and know my
protection comes from Someone much more powerful than cats, it still creeped me
out a little.
My next scheduled day of the
program is Friday, and I’m really not sure what I’ll do because I don’t work on
Fridays, so it would be awesome to sleep in. But if I wait until it’s hot, I
know I’ll be miserable. Maybe I’ll just get up early to get it over with, then
go back to sleep... Yeah, maybe not.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
The end is nowhere in sight.
So you may be wondering why I
felt the need to write a blog yesterday about the fact that I’ll be blogging the bad with the good. Welllll, it might have had a teeny bit to do with the way that
I felt all day yesterday. Or everything to do with it.
I GAINED 3 POUNDS IN 48 HOURS.
If I had binged or over-eaten, I’d probably be dealing better with it. But it
happened despite staying within my calorie allotment, and despite working out
twice. I gained three freaking pounds!!! Now, I know that this has everything
to do with starting to exercise, that it is likely just my muscles holding on
to water, and that I’ll probably lose it again soon… but. I’m at the beginning
of my long road to fitness, so a sudden gain of all the weight I just spent ten
days losing is SUPER discouraging. And in the past, it has taken my body a good
two weeks to begin losing weight again after I start exercising. In the words of
Sweet Brown: Ain’t nobody got time fo
dat!
While I was feeling
discouraged, I started watching a show called “Ruby” on Netflix. It’s about a sweet,
bubbly woman who weighed 478 lbs (but was 700+ lbs at her highest) and was
trying to lose the weight once and for all. I thought it would be motivational,
but after a few episodes, I made the mistake of googling her. Apparently, she
started cheating on her diet a few seasons in, and they ended up cancelling the
show because she was putting on a lot of weight. Presently, I think she is
under 400 lbs, but the never-ending struggle is still going.
I’m not sure why the show hit
me so hard, but I was emotionally devastated. I just felt so much compassion
for Ruby, and wanted so badly for her to succeed. And I felt like if she could
do it, I could do it, too. In the end, though, it put a glaring light on the
reality that weight loss—especially permanent weight loss—is SO HARD. That’s a
tough pill to swallow, knowing that I’m trying to achieve what so few people seem
to be able to.
I have given myself several pep
talks over the last few days, because the weight gain and reality of how LONG
this process is put me in a foul disposition. The good news is that I’m not
giving up, and I haven’t purchased any pints of Blue Bell Banana Pudding ice
cream to ease my troubled mind. This is the reality, after all. This is the
part of weight loss that SUCKS, that doesn’t make the highlight reel on Extreme
Weight Loss, and that gets condensed into a one-sentence blurb in People Mag’s “Half
Their Size” articles.
When I started college,
everyone told me that sophomore year would be the hardest, because the newness
and excitement of starting college would have worn off, but I wouldn’t be
anywhere near the end. That’s kind of how I’m feeling right about now. I’m in
the bloody middle. I’ve already taken that first dramatic step of deciding to
lose the weight, but the excitement of that has worn off, I’m still huge, and I’ve
hit the daily grind of eating right, exercising, and staying on track so that
SOME DAY (in what right now feels like a million years) I’ll be at the end of
the weight loss process.
My blog is not Tony Robbins
I feel like I need to issue a warning.
Let me start by saying that this blog, no matter what else it is, will always be REAL. If you’ve never struggled with the raw emotions, discouragement, despair, ______ (insert fat girl feeling of choice here), etc. that is associated with being significantly overweight and/or trying to lose a significant amount of weight, this blog may not be your favorite.
Let me start by saying that this blog, no matter what else it is, will always be REAL. If you’ve never struggled with the raw emotions, discouragement, despair, ______ (insert fat girl feeling of choice here), etc. that is associated with being significantly overweight and/or trying to lose a significant amount of weight, this blog may not be your favorite.
I’ve been very tempted to stop
posting anything negative about the weight loss process, because I don’t want
to be a discouragement to anyone, and I don’t want to sound whiny. However.
When I read various tales of women who have lost weight, if everything they say
about the WL process is all rainbows and sunshine and joy and half marathons, I’m
left feeling as though it’s something I could never do. Because in my
experience, it’s not all rainbows and sunshine and endless joy, and I have
trouble imagining myself running 13.1 miles without dying of a stroke 1/1000th
of the way through. While there are many “ups,” to the whole process of losing
a lot of weight, it is hard work, it takes a long freaking time, and there are minutes,
hours, days and for some people even weeks or months of feeling down and
discouraged over the whole thing.
I got it in my head somehow recently
that it is my blog’s job to motivate, challenge and encourage all (three people) who read it, and
that I must deal with my struggles privately, hide all of my self-doubt, and
only post my thoughts when I have a “win” to share. Well. I’m not going to do
that. I started this blog as an outlet for my feelings and emotions as I
struggle to lose 100 pounds and learn to treat my body right in the process. That
means there are going to be a LOT of struggles to share, and I intend to share
them, because that’s the whole point of me writing all of this out.
This blog is for me first and foremost, to muddle through the millions of feelings I experience that I’m pretty sure have made and kept me fat since I was seven years old. But it’s also hopefully relatable to anyone who has ever bawled in a department store dressing room, been called “Moby Dick” by a grade school friend’s older brother, had to buy kids jeans in size “Extra Special,” been forced to eat a popsicle while the rest of her siblings had ice cream cones, been referred to as an “elephant” by those same siblings, preferred giving birth to quadruplets without anesthesia over going to a pool party, or any of the plethora of negative experiences overweight people go through in a lifetime.
There will be plenty of “wins,”
big and small, to blog about along the way, but my main goal in blogging is
simply to write out the entire emotional and physical experience, good, bad or
binge, of dropping 100 lbs. And who knows? When I’m all done, maybe someone
else who is struggling, wondering how they’ll ever get to their “After” shot,
will read it and find some inspiration to start their own weight loss story.
Bottom line: I might sound
like a Negative Nancy at times. I might not be a prime candidate for Motivational
Speaker of the Year. I might be seemingly riddled with self-doubt. But gosh darnit,
I’m going to be REAL. If you’re not an overweight, emotionally unbalanced nut-case,
you may want to run for the hills. (And if you’re a thin woman trying to go
from a size small string bikini to a size extra-small string bikini, Google was
just trying to be funny.)
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Victory is mine.
My alarm went off at 4:50 AM
yesterday and I bounced jubilantly (read: hit snooze, then crawled in slow
motion while scowling) out of bed with the energy of Jillian Michaels on crack
a dead snail. Once up, I threw on the new workout clothes and warmed up by
dancing idiotically to Kanye West in front of my mirror (until I caught a
glimpse of myself and how ridiculous I looked, at which point I turned around
to face the wall). After the brief warm-up, I did all most of the stretches
recommended on the Couch-to-5K website, but not as many reps as they
recommended. Still, since I’ve never bothered to stretch before exercise, ever,
I was happy with what I did.
I headed outside with my
Couch-to-5K app strapped to my arm, and did the entire stinking day one
workout. It was pretty simple. First, you warm up with a brisk walk for five minutes.
Then the real work begins and you run for 60 seconds, walk for 90 seconds and
repeat for 20 minutes before winding down with another 5-minute walk. The app
was great because you never have to look at your phone to check the time. There
is a little jingly noise and a voice prompt telling you to run, walk, run, walk
at the proper times.
I did great for the first
interval, but after that, I was tempted to chuck it all and just walk. I mean, seriously, I’m super out of shape
and fat, so maybe I’m diving into this running thing a bit early, I reasoned
with myself. But then I told myself to shut it, and kept running. I didn’t
wanna, I didn’t like it, and I questioned the sanity of my desire to be a
runner a few thousand times, but I kept going. I didn’t stop. I pushed through
the pain, the breathlessness and the giant blisters forming on the back of my
right ankle, and I did it. Woo!
To an outsider watching, I may
have looked like I was hobbling at the pace of an elderly person with hip
fractures, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I finished. Sure, people
who are used to exercise would probably scoff at a “simple” walk/run like the
one I did, but to someone who hasn’t run in a minimum of two-and-a-half years,
it was tough.
According to C25K, I’m only
supposed to run every other day, so I’ll probably walk on my days off. I
actually enjoy walking (probably because it’s not running!).
The only thing that suuuuucks
about starting to exercise (other than it hurts and it’s not as fun as sleeping
in or almost anything else that exists) is the inevitable weight gain. On Sunday morning when I got on the scale, I
had lost another pound. Then, after walking Sunday night and running Monday
morning, I gained 2. UGH. I know that it is just my muscles holding on to
water, and that it doesn’t represent a “real” gain, but this has been one of
the reasons over the years that I have chucked exercise—I just seem to lose
faster when I’m not doing it. BUT. I know that overall, exercise will speed up
the weight loss process and make me look and feel much better than eating right
alone, so I’m going to ignore the scale for now (or only weigh in once a week,
which is what I should be doing anyway).
One other minor thing that sucks is how nauseated I was after I finished the run. That always seems to happen when I work out my legs, and I've heard it's because the blood flow is concentrated in the legs and less in the head. I took a cold shower to cool off, then laid down on my bed with my legs up the wall to get some blood flow back to my brain, and I felt better after 10 minutes or so.
So, another small victory is in
the bag! Now to repeat this on a regular basis (gulp)… Someone remind me to wear a snugger sports bra.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Just Do It. No, really. Just do it.
Yesterday after lamenting (and blogging about) my long cultivated desire to sit on my posterior for 23.87 hours a day, I got over it. Sometimes all it takes to overcome a mental hurdle is to stop obsessing over it for a few minutes. So, instead of freaking out that I had negative desire to be active and therefore would always be overweight and duct taped to my couch until someone removed me with a crane, I chilled out and watched a Lifetime movie to take my mind off of things for a bit.
Halfway through Not Without My Adopted Daughter's Cousin or The Sinister Man She Met Online or whatever, I got excited about exercising again, and called up my mom to see if she wanted to go for a walk. She did, and we headed to the local hospital to walk the path that winds around a scenic little pond out front.
I have no idea how long the path is, but we walked around it three times, and I was all breathless and itchy and sweaty and sore when we were finished, so I will count it a success. I'm sure my mom felt like she was walking in slow motion, or maybe sleeping, since she's super tiny and has always been a speed walker without trying (and I was moving at a pace that after two years of no exercise probably resembled a statue of a person walking), but she was nice about it and didn't complain.
I felt so good after walking, and the high stayed with me for the remainder of the evening. I need to bottle up that feeling! Or, I guess I just need to keep exercising...
When I was shopping for workout clothes yesterday, I kept looking at a display of Nike t-shirts with the super famous "Just Do It" slogans. I'm not sure what I thought it meant in the past, or if I've ever really thought about it at all, but as I was battling the desire to ditch exercise for a few more months, the only thing that really snapped me out of it was Just Do(ing) It.
That's the bottom line, isn't it? I may never feel warm and fuzzy and giddy with excitement over exercise. I may always prefer sleeping in or watching tv or undergoing major surgery or removing my own fingernails with pliers over going for a run. I may have to battle through this mental block that tells me fitness is something to fear every day for the rest of my bloody life. But how I feel isn't what is going to get me results. I need to just do it.
The first step is the hardest, right?
Halfway through Not Without My Adopted Daughter's Cousin or The Sinister Man She Met Online or whatever, I got excited about exercising again, and called up my mom to see if she wanted to go for a walk. She did, and we headed to the local hospital to walk the path that winds around a scenic little pond out front.
I have no idea how long the path is, but we walked around it three times, and I was all breathless and itchy and sweaty and sore when we were finished, so I will count it a success. I'm sure my mom felt like she was walking in slow motion, or maybe sleeping, since she's super tiny and has always been a speed walker without trying (and I was moving at a pace that after two years of no exercise probably resembled a statue of a person walking), but she was nice about it and didn't complain.
I felt so good after walking, and the high stayed with me for the remainder of the evening. I need to bottle up that feeling! Or, I guess I just need to keep exercising...
When I was shopping for workout clothes yesterday, I kept looking at a display of Nike t-shirts with the super famous "Just Do It" slogans. I'm not sure what I thought it meant in the past, or if I've ever really thought about it at all, but as I was battling the desire to ditch exercise for a few more months, the only thing that really snapped me out of it was Just Do(ing) It.
That's the bottom line, isn't it? I may never feel warm and fuzzy and giddy with excitement over exercise. I may always prefer sleeping in or watching tv or undergoing major surgery or removing my own fingernails with pliers over going for a run. I may have to battle through this mental block that tells me fitness is something to fear every day for the rest of my bloody life. But how I feel isn't what is going to get me results. I need to just do it.
The first step is the hardest, right?
Sunday, June 9, 2013
The Couch to Kohl's Program
I've been watching episodes of Extreme Weight Loss over the last few days, and I have been so inspired by how people with 150+ pounds to lose have started running. I've always wanted to be a person who loved to run.
Recognize the "b" word there? Much like my desire to "be" an After Shot of myself, I just want to be a person who loves to run. I don'twant to feel like actually putting in the time, effort, energy, sweat, tears and inconvenience, I just want to BE a runner. Magically! Or by osmosis. I'm pretty sure that if I watch enough episodes of Extreme Weight Loss and get super amped up seeing morbidly obese people turn into athletes, that should be enough transform me into a fit, muscular size 6 who adores running with all of her being. And who looks hot in spandex.
Is there any question why I'm 85 pounds overweight and 3,000% out of shape? I have a problem with turning my desires into action, and the reason is every. bit. mental. Because action requires me to ditch comfort and change my behavior, and that is something that my brain rebels against like crazy. Right now, I am literally having severe emotional anxiety over the thought of spending 30 minutes exercising, and I know that the only way to make the anxiety stop is to decide not to exercise, thus returning to my comfort zone of immobility.
This isn't about the exercise itself--I've done plenty of that in my life, and I can get through it--it's about getting past my ginormous mental block that is terrified of change. And becoming a person who exercises regularly instead of sitting on her ample behind 24/7 is a big change.
Honestly, I wish that I had something wise or inspiring to say that would be the key to unlocking the motivation to tell my emo brain to shove it and get off the couch and move my rear end, but I'm not there yet. I'm at the beginning of this whole weight loss/get fit process, and I'm still trying to figure out how to push myself through these stupid mental blocks and become the person I want to be, or at least figure out why I am so afraid of becoming that person.
Since there's no trumpet blasting in the sky or voice from heaven explaining what the problem is, I'm going to do the only thing I know how: I'm going to put one foot in front of the other, and start.
Today, I decided to take the first very teeny steps toward removing the mental blocks. I went shopping, of course! I had a $10 off coupon for Kohl's, so I went there and bought some comfy socks, a nice pair of spandex capris and several t-shirts that will be perfect for exercise. I also came home and found my old iPhone armband and earbuds, made an awesome workout playlist, downloaded a Couch to 5K app to my phone and even bookmarked a page of pre-run stretches on my laptop.
I've officially got all the tools I need to succeed. All that's left is to do it.
Recognize the "b" word there? Much like my desire to "be" an After Shot of myself, I just want to be a person who loves to run. I don't
Is there any question why I'm 85 pounds overweight and 3,000% out of shape? I have a problem with turning my desires into action, and the reason is every. bit. mental. Because action requires me to ditch comfort and change my behavior, and that is something that my brain rebels against like crazy. Right now, I am literally having severe emotional anxiety over the thought of spending 30 minutes exercising, and I know that the only way to make the anxiety stop is to decide not to exercise, thus returning to my comfort zone of immobility.
This isn't about the exercise itself--I've done plenty of that in my life, and I can get through it--it's about getting past my ginormous mental block that is terrified of change. And becoming a person who exercises regularly instead of sitting on her ample behind 24/7 is a big change.
Honestly, I wish that I had something wise or inspiring to say that would be the key to unlocking the motivation to tell my emo brain to shove it and get off the couch and move my rear end, but I'm not there yet. I'm at the beginning of this whole weight loss/get fit process, and I'm still trying to figure out how to push myself through these stupid mental blocks and become the person I want to be, or at least figure out why I am so afraid of becoming that person.
Since there's no trumpet blasting in the sky or voice from heaven explaining what the problem is, I'm going to do the only thing I know how: I'm going to put one foot in front of the other, and start.
Today, I decided to take the first very teeny steps toward removing the mental blocks. I went shopping, of course! I had a $10 off coupon for Kohl's, so I went there and bought some comfy socks, a nice pair of spandex capris and several t-shirts that will be perfect for exercise. I also came home and found my old iPhone armband and earbuds, made an awesome workout playlist, downloaded a Couch to 5K app to my phone and even bookmarked a page of pre-run stretches on my laptop.
I've officially got all the tools I need to succeed. All that's left is to do it.
Friday, June 7, 2013
Progress!
It has been 10 days since I
plunged into my new, healthier lifestyle, and already I’ve seen some very
encouraging progress. I’m pretty sure this calls for bullet points!
·
I have lost 5 lbs
so far (woo!), and am 20 lbs below my highest weight on 1/1/2013.
·
I’m no longer 100
lbs from my goal—"just" 95 to go.
·
I haven’t felt
hungry or deprived at all—I feel good about what I’m eating.
·
The ever-present
swelling in my feet has gone waaay down (it’s totally gone on the right ankle,
and is only slightly swollen on the left).
·
My face is less
puffy, and I feel prettier.
·
I can fit into a
pair of jeans that I haven’t worn since last September-ish!
·
I actually made it
an entire week-and-a-half without giving up and bingeing, which hasn’t happened
in a LONG time.
·
I’m down 10 lbs
from the last time I saw my manfriend, with 10 weeks left to lose even more.
It’s very easy to get
impatient with the pounds when you have a lot to lose, but I feel like I’m
doing pretty well taking one day at a time. In the past, if I dieted for more
than a week and still didn’t look like Giselle Bundchen, I’d want to give up. Right
now, though, I’m enjoying the progress—little things, like the lines below my
cheekbones being slightly deeper—and not getting discouraged with the number of
pounds left to lose.
I can do this. I am doing this, and I’m enjoying the
small victories along the way.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
The Weightness Protection Program
Yesterday while at work, I
received a panicked call from my best friend. She wanted me to go on facebook
and check to see if a picture of her had been posted (she doesn’t do facebook).
One of her relatives had taken a picture of her and posted it to their page,
and my friend received a text message about it, and was horrified (seriously,
close to hyperventilating). Like me, she doesn’t let people post pictures of her
on social media sites, because she has gained a significant amount of weight
over the last few years, and doesn’t want certain people to know, or to judge her.
I did my best to calm her,
assured her she looked fine in the pic (she really did), then proceeded to do
what any true friend would—I attempted to hack into the facebook account of the
person who posted it, so I could delete it for her. Unfortunately, my attempts
were unsuccessful (and I don’t have Kim Kardashian’s number), so now anyone who
has seen the photo knows that my friend isn’t a size 4 anymore. She’s
emotionally devastated.
This story probably seems a
tad melodramatic to anyone who has never struggled with their weight, but to
someone who has, I’m betting it’s pretty relatable. Similar scenarios have
played out in my own life more times than I care to admit. I went into my Dad’s
facebook over Christmas—hey, he left his iPad lying around—to delete several
horribly unflattering photos he posted of me without make-up, in mismatched pajamas
and at my highest weight EVER, so I completely understand the oh-my-gosh-someone-posted-a-fat-pic-of-me-I-am-going-to-DIE-OF-HUMILIATION feeling.
Since I’ve gained 80 pounds in
the last two years, the last thing on earth that I want is for my out-of-state
friends, relatives or old boyfriends to see that I have let myself get to my
present state of hugeness. I only want to be seen by friends and acquaintances
when I look gorgeous and trim, so I’ve avoided events and
gatherings of all kinds. I’ve even been scared of my boyfriend proposing (!) because I can’t imagine having engagement or wedding photos of me at this size.
SERIOUSLY?
Why am I living like this? Why
am I in constant fear whenever I go out of my house, terrified that a few
extremely shallow former guy friends of mine might see me? Why do I refuse to
go to events where I might run into someone I haven’t seen in two years? Why am
I skipping vacations to visit cousins and aunts I adore, simply because I can’t
bear for them to see what I’ve let my body become?
Those questions are a big part
of the reason that I decided enough was enough, and made the decision to lose this
weight once and for all. I got to the point where my weight was totally controlling my
life, and I was serving a self-inflicted prison sentence that only made me rely
even more on food for solace and comfort.
Well. I’m tired of living in my
own personal Weightness Protection Program. I’m tired of being afraid of events
and people and gossip and Instagram posts. I'm tired of being miserable. I deserve to live a full, happy, healthy life, and this
debilitating cycle of overeating, shame and fear is not going to be what drives every
decision I make.
I’m officially coming out of hiding. Join me?
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
You can’t spell celebrate without e-a-t…
My boyfriend took me to
Indomania for my birthday a few months ago, and after my rave reviews, my mom
and sister decided to go there to celebrate their birthdays as well. (They
share a birthday, isn’t that fun?) We spent about five years living in
Indonesia when I was a kid, so any chance we get to have Indonesian food—especially
that I don’t have to cook myself—we jump at. Or at least, I used to jump at it,
before I started eating more consciously. This time, I kind of wanted to run
away from it.
Over the last few days I’ve
found myself trying to come up with excuses not to go with them. I offered to watch my
nephews, I mentioned that the restaurant probably isn’t in my budget this month,
etc., but they insisted they didn’t want to celebrate without me. It didn’t
help that my sister already had a sitter for the boys, or that the second I
mentioned Indomania to my boyfriend, he PayPal-ed me enough money to pay for
everyone’s dinner (because he said I’ve been working really hard and I deserve
it and he didn’t want me to miss out. Isn’t he sweet?? Swoon...)
Yesterday, I realized that my
reservations about going to Indomania have nothing to do with any of the
excuses I’ve given. It’s about one thing: my overwhelming fear of blowing
it. The diet, that is. I know, I know. This isn’t a diet; it’s a lifestyle. BUT. Let’s be real and say
that when a person with an all-or-nothing mentality messes up by even a few
calories, there is a tendency to abandon rational thought, overdramatize the
situation and view it as the Weight-Loss Apocalypse, and as thus, a decree from
the heavens to just go ahead and eat enough for eleven people. (amIright?) When
you couple that with the fact that I’ll be in Celebration Mode (a.k.b.f.p.a. [also
known by fat people as] An Excuse to Eat Lots of Food Mode), my hesitation is not
completely unfounded.
Once I identified the reason
for my irrational fear of the birthday dinner, though, I actually felt better
about going. It’s not super easy to find the calorie content of Indonesian
food, but it’s possible to come pretty close using comparable Thai and Chinese dishes.
And there are some lighter selections that I’d be pretty happy to order as
well. The bottom line: I can do
this. I can choose healthier options, I can take a bite or two of the “evil”
foods I want to try without derailing all my efforts to lose weight, and I can
learn to celebrate occasions, not
food.
Since I am going to be dealing
with events, holidays and celebrations of all kinds for the rest of my life, rather
than running away when they pop up, I need to start facing them head-on, and
learn to fit them seamlessly into a healthy lifestyle. Tonight, I’ll start by
celebrating two of my most favorite people on earth, without using their
birthday as an excuse to harm my body with more food than it needs.
____________________________________________________________
So… am I the only one who is
terrified by events that center around food? Any tips for staying on track in when
in celebration mode?
Monday, June 3, 2013
Fat People Math: Me + Family = Food
I come from a family of food
lovers, so it would stand to reason that our get-togethers often always center
around stuffing our faces. Challenge #2 for the weekend was surviving Sunday
lunch with my family.
After church I joined my
sister, her two little boys and my parents to eat lunch and hang out for the afternoon. There
was no way to plan in advance what I was going to eat because we almost never
know what we’re going to be eating until someone gets annoyed enough to make an
executive decision, which usually happens about an hour after normal people have
finished eating lunch.
My mom took the reins on this
one, and picked up lunch on her way home. Since my sister is having gall
bladder issues, I’m trying to eat healthfully and my dad is supposed to be on a
strict diet due to diabetes, heart disease and a plethora of other health
problems, she thought it would be a good idea to go to KFC and get several
buckets of fried chicken. (My mom weighs roughly 3 ½ pounds, so she cannot be
relied upon to know the ins and outs of “trigger foods,” but fried chicken?!)
Honestly, I’d love to tell a riveting
tale of my brave battle against extra crispy thighs and biscuits with butter
and honey, but there really wasn’t a battle to speak of. I had an original
recipe breast (370 calories vs. 470 in extra crispy) and some mashed potatoes
and gravy. I decided against a biscuit, because I felt like 180 calories was
too much for one of those little things.
And that was that.
I would like to give my
superhuman will power all the glory for this one, but I really just didn’t have a
big appetite yesterday. I’m not sure why, but I’d LOVE to bottle up that magic
and use it on future Sunday lunches. I know myself pretty well, and there’s no way this will be happening on a
regular basis. ;)
Happy Monday!
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Girls night out, honey there ain't no doubt...
...I'm going eat lots of cals until the boys go ho-ome.
The weekend is coming to an end, and I am mostly proud to say that I navigated my first post-weight-loss-commitment "Girls Night" with little trouble. I'm sure you noticed the words "mostly" and "little." The night was not without its challenges.
The girls chose pizza for dinner, and I considered bringing my own food, but then decided to just eat it and stay within my calorie allotment. I looked up Domino's nutrition facts with my SparkPeople app, and decided in advance how much I would eat. (We ordered thin crust, which is really helpful in shaving off the calories. You still get to enjoy the taste of pizza, but without the bulky bread that adds tons of calories per slice.)
I stopped to grab a bottle of Jose Cuervo Light Mixed Berry Margarita (95 calories per 4-ounce serving), and the night got off to a great start. After pizza and one 8-ounce margarita, I was satisfied and felt very good about myself. I even had calories left over for dessert.
And then came The Great Brownie Battle of 2013.
Someone had made a pan of perfectly chewy, chocolatey brownies, and after fighting the temptation for a while, I decided to have a very small one, because they looked reaaaally good. Of course, every sweets-addicted person knows that eating part of one brownie only leads to an insatiable lust for an entire pan of brownies, so that was a terrible decision on my part. I battled valiantly (for 2 seconds-ish), but in the end, I chose to eat another, full-sized brownie, which pushed me a few hundred calories over my allotment for the day.
Yes, it was a poor choice. But I did get a few positives out of Girls Night.
The weekend is coming to an end, and I am mostly proud to say that I navigated my first post-weight-loss-commitment "Girls Night" with little trouble. I'm sure you noticed the words "mostly" and "little." The night was not without its challenges.
The girls chose pizza for dinner, and I considered bringing my own food, but then decided to just eat it and stay within my calorie allotment. I looked up Domino's nutrition facts with my SparkPeople app, and decided in advance how much I would eat. (We ordered thin crust, which is really helpful in shaving off the calories. You still get to enjoy the taste of pizza, but without the bulky bread that adds tons of calories per slice.)
I stopped to grab a bottle of Jose Cuervo Light Mixed Berry Margarita (95 calories per 4-ounce serving), and the night got off to a great start. After pizza and one 8-ounce margarita, I was satisfied and felt very good about myself. I even had calories left over for dessert.
And then came The Great Brownie Battle of 2013.
Someone had made a pan of perfectly chewy, chocolatey brownies, and after fighting the temptation for a while, I decided to have a very small one, because they looked reaaaally good. Of course, every sweets-addicted person knows that eating part of one brownie only leads to an insatiable lust for an entire pan of brownies, so that was a terrible decision on my part. I battled valiantly (for 2 seconds-ish), but in the end, I chose to eat another, full-sized brownie, which pushed me a few hundred calories over my allotment for the day.
Yes, it was a poor choice. But I did get a few positives out of Girls Night.
- Planning in advance what I was going to eat was really helpful to me. (Thanks, SparkPeople!)
- I didn't let one unhealthy choice derail my entire commitment to lose weight. Normally after I screw up an eating plan even slightly, I chuck it all and gorge on everything I can find. (I am the definition of "all or nothing.") I didn't do that, even though there was Blue Bell red velvet ice cream in the freezer!
- After that brownie, I didn't have anything else the rest of the night. Instead, we burned calories laughing hysterically at a marathon of Impractical Jokers on truTV. Yeah, we know how to party.
- Despite the hiccup, I still finished the day well under the number of calories my body needs to maintain its weight.
- I lost another pound the morning after the evil brownie, which I'm pretty sure means that I need to eat those every day. ;)
Pizza, margaritas, brownies, and lessons learned. I think I can call Girls Night #1 a success.
If you've got any tips for healthfully navigating get-togethers like Girls Night, I'd love to hear them!
If you've got any tips for healthfully navigating get-togethers like Girls Night, I'd love to hear them!
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Losing weight to look hot at my wedding (and other bad ideas)
I once read in a fitness magazine
that it’s not a good idea to set a weight-loss goal for an “event” of some kind
(wedding, reunion, vacation…). A single night
apparently isn’t enough of a reason to implement serious life changes, and once
the event is over, it would stand to reason that your motivation to change will
be over as well.
I don't believe everything I read in fitness mags, but I do tend to agree that if an event of some kind is your only motivation to lose weight, you're probably not going to follow through with serious life changes. If you have 10 lbs to lose, maybe. But I've always had a lot more than that to lose, and my reasons need to be a lot bigger than a bridesmaids dress in order to motivate me off of the couch.
This little nugget of advice from Self or Shape or whatever has stuck with me for a lot of years. As a result, I’ve always tried to at least pretend that my reason for wanting to lose weight is deeper than wowing a boy I had a crush on in high school, or sticking it in the face of someone who insulted me about my size 10 years ago.
This little nugget of advice from Self or Shape or whatever has stuck with me for a lot of years. As a result, I’ve always tried to at least pretend that my reason for wanting to lose weight is deeper than wowing a boy I had a crush on in high school, or sticking it in the face of someone who insulted me about my size 10 years ago.
I’m definitely not in a fight
to lose 100 pounds because I need to fit into a dress. However. I will admit that there is something extremely motivational about a short-term event to work toward; a mini-goal to break up the monotony of the endless striving toward health and wellness. I figure that the motivation of an upcoming event can’t hurt as long as
it’s happening within the bounds of my real
goal—getting healthy for life.
So, obviously, something is coming up that I'm excited about, and motivated by in the short term, that has that old article rolling around in my brain. I'm going to see my man friend in 11 weeks, and I'm super excited to lose some more weight and be 20 lbs or so smaller than the
last time I saw him!
Yes, I'm in a long distance
relationship. I didn’t plan on falling for someone who lives 1,500 miles from
me, but I did (cute story for another time), so until he can get a job near me and make the big move, we have
to settle for seeing each other every three months or so. (I know, booo.)
Knowing that I will see my
sweetie soon has definitely added a little excitement—and short-term goal—to this
looooong process of dropping 100 lbs. At the very least, it’s created some
adrenaline which could very well be that extra prompt I need to say no to those fries, or engage in a little exercise this
week.
So... what do you think about
losing weight solely for an event? Good idea? Harmful? Thoughts, please!
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