Tuesday, September 25, 2012
That was the reply of my 14 yr old son in 1989 as we ran around the track at the gym. I had mentioned that I weighed 20 lbs more than in college and I thought I looked pretty good.
I laughed and thanked him for his honest opinion, but I still thought I was fine. Because I was active and fit, I always got positive comments. I kept this good opinion of myself for another 20 years as more pounds piled on. My son went away to college, married and moved far away. No more honest opinions from him.
So, I am the oddball here. No yo-yo dieting. No negative body image. Just blissful, ignorant complacency until 2008-2009 (explained in earlier blogs).
Negative comments can be hurtful and usually they are meant to be, no matter how thinly veiled. But false praise is detrimental too, no matter how well intentioned, especially when itís something we want to hear.
May we all have family and friends who support us and give positive encouragement, but also love us enough to tell us the truth.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Itís the first thing I see when I enter in the morning still in my PJs. Iím probably alone in this. I know itís not a common location for this item.
When I moved it from the bathroom to its current visible spot, I wasnít thinking about me. It was 2008 and my mother, who lived with us since Dadís death, was losing weight along with her appetite. I noticed her eating less and less and thought it would help her awareness if she stepped on the scale first thing every morning.
Once we determined there was no physical reason for the weight loss, I challenged her to record everything she ate during the day and using an Internet site (not SP) I filled in the calories she consumed. In the beginning it was sometimes as low as 700, hardly enough to sustain someone comatose.
To encourage her to be accountable I started to weigh myself right there along with her. When she realized that she had to watch her nutrition, so did I. If I continued along my current path, my 30 extra pounds could easily become 40, 50 or more.
On Jan 1, 2009 I decided I didnít want to carry the extra weight anymore. Mom & I continued our daily weigh-ins and calorie tracking for over 2 years. She died in Jan 2011 quite suddenly at age 88.
My 3 year maintenance anniversary will be Thanksgiving Day. The scale is still in the kitchen. You canít miss it. Iím still weighing myself daily and thinking of Mom when I do.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Hereís a picture from my sparkpage, posted when I first joined several years ago. This is not a staged photo. My table really looked like this. Itís somewhat better now since I refused to buy it. He has to shop and bring it home himself which has slowed him down a bit. When we shop together our cart is a study in contrasts with my organic Greek yogurt sitting next to his enormous package of ťclairs.
My husband, I love him dearly. Weíve been together since we were 16 and 18 and have been married for 45 years. He has also carried on a 45 year affair with Little Debbie. You know, the snack cake lady? In fact, he has never met a donut or snack cake he didnít love and just have to bring home. Toaster pastries, pop-tarts, packaged bakery items, chocolate, crackers, jams, jellies and an amazing assortment of sugary drinks have always filled our house. Every Breyers Ice Cream sale adds 4 cartons to my freezer. Yes, FOUR Ė buy one get one free. If there wasnít a limit, there would be more.
There are obstacles to eating healthy everywhere we go. I have one right here at home. He has to eat my healthy lunches and dinners since he doesnít cook, but trying to eliminate the junk is a losing battle. I just donít have to lose the battle along with him.
Friday, September 21, 2012
No, I didnít eat 70,000 extra calories. I decided to get serious about strength training. The set of weights I got for Christmas 10 years ago were gathering dust in the basement. Maybe I would be more likely to use them if I put them by the TV, right in my line of sight.
So I picked up two 10 lb dumbbells and started walking upstairs. Whew, at the top I was actually out of breath. So this is what it was like carrying the extra weight? And I was carrying more than 20 lbs way back then.
I donít EVER want to go back there. My heart and lungs donít want to go back there either. If I have to weigh my food forever, itís a small price to pay for the new me.
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