Sunday, March 03, 2013
2. How will I do that (develop the habit of staying in my calorie range)?
How WILL I do that? There are a few things I can do, I suppose. I can log my calories before I eat them...I think this is a biggie. It really helps when the 5% Challenge is staying in-range.
I can also do the math and figure out how many calories I can have at each meal and snack and plan around that. It seems like so much work, but it's less work than continuing to gain weight and agonize over it.
I also need to give up cereal. I love cereal, but my favorite is Frosted Mini Wheats and they're too caloric. If it's not here, I won't eat it.
I am also having the biggest problems at night. I pre-plan everything at work really well, but once I'm home, I'm like a squirrel, digging up everything to eat it. I have to stop it. Maybe veggies ready for that reason...pre-plan those, too.
Saturday, March 02, 2013
The questions I need to answer this week, one per day, are:
1) What new habit you wish to develop?
2) How will you do that?
3) What are you doing to encourage yourself and keep on track?
4) How are you doing day by day?
5) What can you improve upon?
6) Do you need some motivation or advice? Ask for it!
7) Anything else you would like to share with your Team
Okay, so today is "What new habit you (sic) wish to develop?" God, there are so many I need to, but I think the most important one I fail consistently at is staying in my calorie range. I like this one, too, because there are many components to it. So I'll answer the next question tomorrow.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
I started buying stickers almost 6 months ago...they make me happy, and I feel young playing with them! But since I'm not 7 years old, I don't know what to do with all of them, so I started sending a handwritten letter everyday, covered in stickers.
The only requirement to get one is to send me your address, so I can mail it to you. There are several people on SparkPeople who have received one (or more!) of my letters and can vouch for the fact that I am neither a peeping Tom nor a serial killer. I'm just a gal with a lot of stickers.
If you write me back, I'll write you, too. I have about 12-15 people with whom I correspond regularly, so get in on it! It's a ton of fun!
Monday, February 04, 2013
I went to a conference last week with my boss. It was fun and the conference was very motivating and informative, and I got an appointment to go visit my old job, which was awesome. I guess it wasn't a big deal (getting an appointment with people you know really, really well), but I was pretty proud of it anyhow, since my new job really couldn't have done it without me and was so happy to see them, and they were happy to see me, so she saw how missed I was.
Today started out fine. I ate the same breakfast I read a Success Story person eats. I took a portion-controlled meal to work. I had an apple for a snack. I was productive, was getting tons done, and was all-around satisfied.
Then, my boss came into my office. She'd been saying there was something she wanted to talk to me about for a few days, but kept forgetting what it was. She remembered, finally!
She closed the door.
She told me that for this next trip this week, please make sure I pack more blazers this time, because some of the conferences are more fancy than others, so sweaters are fine for work, because it's work, but for the type-places where I used to work, it's better to be more formal. And what I wore the day we came back to work was good, "with the heels."
She was kind, but not sneaky enough. After she left, I wanted to cry. So I closed my door again and did.
I did wear blazers to the conference. To my old job (which is one of those "DC-type" jobs--people hear where you work and go ooooh!, but it's really not that big of a deal), I did wear a sweater or something (I think). I thought about it. I considered what other visitors had worn when I hosted them. There may have even been a passing thought or two about what my boss would think. But in the end, I made my decision based on what I wore there every day for FOUR YEARS. I wouldn't have worn such a thing to a different type-place, but for this one, I mean, com'on. I KNOW how to dress for that place, way better than she ever would.
And, well, yeah, I wore a nice suit the day we returned to the office, because my blazers were at the dry-cleaners, and because it was one thing.
One thing, because when I was packing, I looked at all my nice suits, and I knew that, before I packed them, I'd have to try them on. I've gained 15-20 pounds depending on the day since I accepted this job offer, and I'm not even 5 feet tall. I just couldn't take all that rejection from my suits. When I got back, I was able to put one on and wear it, so long as I left it unbuttoned.
So I really feel like this was unfair. I left everything for this job, for this chance to work with her. I left my husband, and my house, and even my only overweight-bordering-on-obese body and upgraded to the next larger model. Now I feel like she took my pride, too. And I just feel like I suck. My biggest fear in life is getting in trouble for something I didn't know what wrong or didn't do...I know this doesn't qualify as trouble, but criticism from an authority figure counts.
I didn't tell her all this. Maybe I should have, but I was so gobsmacked by this, that I just agreed. But maybe she should know I'm not an idiot, and that I KNOW HOW TO DRESS FOR THAT PLACE, because I did it EVERY STINKIN' DAY, but I wouldn't have worn the same thing for strangers. She's struggling with weight; maybe she should know that I'm limited by the wardrobe I bought for who I planned to be the heaviest me ever, and that a teeny-tiny portion of the blame for my extra-voluptuousness belongs on her for being dumb enough to hire someone who doesn't know how to dress themselves appropriately in business settings.
And that she really hurt my feelings.
I should take this as a challenge, or put a positive spin on it. And I will. But first I need to get all my crying out. And maybe drink a (light) beer. Or two.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
I checked in with Kristen, ate a salad, ate an apple, exercised for half an hour, and I'll have 10 cups of water shortly (I have 9 currently and still have medicine to take!).
And I'm freezing.
My heater's been broken. It's touchy; sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Lately, it doesn't more than it does, which SUCKS, because lately, it's been colder than a witch's teat out here. This morning, when I woke up, it was 58 degrees inside. By the time I met maintenance here on my lunch break, it was 52. Poor Sammy is a popsicle!!!
He said he wasn't leaving till it was fixed, and when I got home, it was nearing 70 (I keep it at 72). An hour and a half later, it was 66. I don't know what the temperature is now, but I'm freezing.
I HATE THIS!!!
So I'm going to go take a shower and bundle up under the covers. And call the leasing office tomorrow. Again.
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