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My Therapist Broke Up With Me

Monday, May 16, 2011

I arrived late this morning for my PT appointment. Like 20 minutes late. I felt awful but getting up this morning was a real chore (not surprising that I'm not feeling well AT ALL today). Still, they told me to go on back. As soon as I saw Mike I walked right over to his now beaming face, "How do you feel?" he asked. I hadn't seen him last week as he had been out on Monday, so it had been two weeks since our last meeting, and in between that time and this one, something had changed.

"Better," I said. I told him about my back popping horribly on a Wednesday or Thursday morning week before last. I told him that Saturday I had run pain-free (all the while hoping he wouldn't scold me for even trying as I explained that I had hiked for a long time first and hadn't felt any pain so I thought I'd try). His smile just got bigger and bigger and he said, "I thought you were walking better."

I hadn't noticed I'd been walking off. I try to hide it every time I have pain because I don't want people to see the fat girl limping or having any difficulty walking and think that it's just because I'm fat and can't walk. (Man, I live too much in other people's heads, don't I?) Apparently the PT knew...and he saw a change. I stood up straighter and thought about it. He was right, I felt better and the walk over to him hadn't hurt at all.

I went through my 5 minutes on the treadmill. I did my 30 wall squats. I did my 10 back extensions. Then he tested out the true nature of my "healing" by having me pull my knees into my chest 10 times on each side. Pressure? Yes. Pain? No. I couldn't stop smiling.

"I think this will be your last visit," he told me. He credited me for all the work I had done, faithfully following through on my homework PT stretches. Making an effort every time I was there to be honest about my pain. He told me I had "cured" myself and he felt proud and happy that he didn't have to manipulate my back to get it there. And I felt proud too.

Before I left, after my 15 minute ice and electro therapy session, he asked if I had any questions. I did!

1. How did this happen? Do we know? And/or how can I keep it from happening again?
He called me a creep! *lol* Naw, he said they call it a "creep" and then immediately said, "I'm not calling YOU a creep though!" and smiled. Basically he thinks over time (weeks, months, years even), a disc in my back started creeping out. And then BAM! the pain came. He explained that I could keep it in check my making sure my posture was good as much as possible, by doing back extension stretches any time I had been sitting or otherwise had been lingering with bad curved posture for any length of time. He said to keep doing my press-ups for a month or so, and then whenever or ifever the pain returned or started to feel stiff, to do those again because *I* had all the tools now to correct this problem and readjust my back.

2. I told him that I wanted to start running again, that I didn't want to go crazy and go right back to 3 times a week right out of the gate because I knew I wasn't completely out of the woods, but I asked if he thought it would be alright to do it once a week for a while until I felt better.
He smiled his big smile again and told me he thought that would be fine. He seemed proud that I knew not to go right back to full-on running all the time. (Hey, I've learned a thing or two here at Spark.)

Finally, he told me that the only way to keep this in check was, "to keep doing what you're doing now. Stay active, exercise. When you run, keep your posture in check, if it starts to fall, stop running. When you lift, lift with your legs, not your back." I can't tell you how good it feels to have someone recognize that *I*, all 318 pounds of me, am an ACTIVE person.

So, yes, we broke up. He threw out my electrode pads that went on my back once a week to send little tingles of shock into my back while I was on ice, but told me he was hanging onto my chart, just in least for a little while.

And I feel like the answer was SO DANG SIMPLE! Seriously, 5 minute walk on treadmill, followed by 30 wall squats, followed by 10 back extensions, sometimes 10 chair extensions, then press-ups and (like any baby) belly time. We did that once a week for the past, what? four weeks. Then every day I would do 30 press-ups, the last 3 with belly sags, in 3 sets of 10. I've gotten into a habit of doing these in bed just before I go to sleep every night (and I actually think it helps me sleep). And now I have the tools so that if it DOES happen again, I'm not wandering aimlessly for months on end, complaining about the pain and how it's stopping me from doing everything I want to do and crying and basically wanting to quit. I know how to fix it. And if that fix doesn't work, I know who to call.


So, yep. My physical therapist broke up with me. But I'm not sad. This means I can run again on Saturday. It means I can Zumba on Friday night at the Relay for Life Zumbathon (as long as I get my instructor the paperwork and 20 bucks by tomorrow night! *lol*). It means I get to get a little of my life back!


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MEGSFITNESS 5/25/2011 6:16PM

    Fabulous!! :) Congratulations, hun!

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BLACK-PRINCESS 5/19/2011 9:31AM

Be glad that your out of pt. My pt is at home because I had a Full Knee Replacement 2 wks ago. I'm in so much pain by the x he leaves. NO pain No gain as they say. I hope your back has no pain & you can do what you want .

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KAYOTIC 5/19/2011 9:27AM

    Sounds like you got life back! Good for you!

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TINNATEE 5/17/2011 6:01PM

    Great Blog, but whats a press up and a belly sag? I need help sleeping too!!!! :)

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MERAINA 5/17/2011 5:20PM

    Oh yeah baby!

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CAALAN23 5/17/2011 1:47PM

    More freedom to get fit, can't beat that!

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MAMADELIGHT 5/16/2011 6:57PM

    Awesome. Keep at it, lady!

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PAPER_WINGS18 5/16/2011 4:54PM

    This is great news! SO happy for you!


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TIGERJANE 5/16/2011 4:41PM

    This is so awesome!

Question though: what are press-ups???

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HEALTH-E-CLARE 5/16/2011 4:29PM

    emoticon I'm so excited for you. I know what a damper not being able to do the things you were used to doing had on you. So glad to hear things are turning around.

Have fun at Zumba and going for a run!

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DREAMGIRL76 5/16/2011 4:26PM

    emoticonGood for you dear one, run, zumba, be mindful of your posture and get back to the things that bring you the most JOY.

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TREP13 5/16/2011 4:14PM

    Yay!!! Have fun getting back into the things that you love (Zumba, running, etc.).

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SARAWALKS 5/16/2011 4:01PM

    Wonderful! emoticon emoticon

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COMPASSLOST1 5/16/2011 3:33PM

    Yaaaaay for break ups. Haha. I'm so happy for you. Have fun Zumbaing your cute little butt off!!!!!!!!! Get back to living your life!

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MAGPIE17 5/16/2011 3:19PM


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    Aww, that's great news!

Keep up the amazing work!

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SNOOKUMS19 5/16/2011 2:37PM

    So awesome!!!Keep Zumbaing my friend!

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KKINNEA 5/16/2011 2:32PM

    Great news!! Glad to know you can start running and Zumba again!

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    WOOHOO! :D

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TEAM-SARAH 5/16/2011 2:28PM

    That is such great news!! You definitely know how to help yourself now... you were diligent and responsible in your recovery and look at you now!! It's smart that you know to take it slow, and you have patience... you will be back to 3 times a week before you know it!! I'm so happy for you :)

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CMMBAKU 5/16/2011 2:19PM

  A great story. Thanks for sharing. That's a good kind of breakup!

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Weigh-In Day: The 2 Pound Hike

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Weight last week: 320.2

I saw that weight again yesterday morning when I hopped on the scale and I thought to myself, "What can I do to break through this?" The sun was shining outside. It was hot, but not too hot. Suddenly the thought came to me, "What if the lake is getting warmer?"

We have a lake at a state park that's about 30-40 minutes away up across the border in Ohio. It's a quiet park out in the boonies so we don't have a crapton of overcrowding to worry about. We haven't been since last summer, but I've already decided that my free weekends with sunshine will likely be spent there hiking, rowing, and swimming. So when it was so nice yesterday, I figured it was time to make the trek and see if the lake was warming up. The plan was: The Hupp Family Biathlon. Hiking the trails followed by a dip in the lake. The kids were excited, I convinced the Hubs, and we were out of the house by 1:30pm.

When Hubs asked why, I told him - "I'm hoping if I stay out the house, away from food, doing something active today I might, just MIGHT see 319 tomorrow. I NEED this." He understood and off we went, dressed partly in swimming gear, with our running shoes on and our sandals packed. I wore my bathing suit under my shirt and jean shorts and as soon as we got there we hit the Lake View Trail. Totally completed, the trail consists of 2.6 miles in a loop, but we never finish the loop appropriately, actually coming out into the campground and walking back on paved roads, which, it seems, lengthens our route.

Hiking started out great. I could tell how much I've changed from 1 and 2 summers ago by my pace, stamina, and willingness to tackle some of the more difficult parts of the trail. After a while we started hitting really serious challenges. From mud pits, to slippery rocks across streams that flow during high rains into the lake below. I had to take it slow and steady at times, worried about my knee still, but I tackled each one, the kids ahead of me, Hubs behind.

The first real challenge was a huge mud pit leading into one of these creek-flow type areas. There seemed no logical way around, so I started going through, sinking into the mud and sliding around. I tried going left and right, I tried everything I could think of. I was there for a good while trying to figure out which way to go, using a walking stick, using my hands - nothing worked. Finally, I told everyone to back up and said, "That's it, I'm just going for it." I was hoping only that if I fell it wouldn't break anything. I took one step and then another, not thinking about the slipping and sliding I was doing. I just kept going, and it felt a lot like skating. My balance kept me standing and eventually I reached the end and everyone cheered, high-fived, and laughed at my "mud skating" ability. New Olympic sport, y'all! *lol*

I got pricked by thorns and tried to avoid nettles. It seemed like nobody had used the trail for a while. Before long we came across fallen tree after fallen tree - each time I assessed the situation and found my way through, squeezing through, over, under, around. Each time I refused to let myself think it was impossible. I just kept thinking, "Just get over this...we're nearly there." Over an hour later, we found our way into the campgrounds just as the rain started to fall. (It had been thundering for a while when we were under the cover of trees.) Suddenly, and without warning to any of the boys, I took off on a jog. Catching downhills and straightaways, stopping before running up any hills because I know that can set off my injury worse than anything. I was surprised with how easily my body seemed to accept running after so long away. In the last part of the paved road out of the campground is a large, long downhill section and I figured I'd go until I felt I couldn't go anymore.

I ran, my shorts riding up, gauging my hip/back and how everything felt. What I felt was strength in my body, my legs pulsing and pushing me forward. I felt all the muscles I had been working so hard on during my lifting segments and felt the new power under the layers of fat still waiting to be gone. I felt power, strength, I found my stride. My breathing was hilarious to me as I found that relaxing my mouth helped me concentrate on my legs more. I was tired, but not exhausted...and before I knew it I had run down the entire hill. Sure, Hubs had been faster and got to the car first, but even he commented, "Man! I didn't know you'd be right behind me like that!"

It felt great. I was flushed all over. I was tired but could have continued if needed. I hopped in the car and grabbed the sandwiches I had packed for us and ate with that same feeling of, "Food tastes MUCH better when you earn it!" Everyone agreed. And when I got home, I didn't collapse on the couch. After breaking my already too big swimsuit, I decided to run to Wal-Mart and see what they had in the way of size 22/24 swimsuits. Somehow I got distracted from that section, but just the fact that I still had the energy to go was saying something.

I slept well last night.

Oh, and this experiment of only eating when hungry is working out quite well. I think more now about whether I really want/need something. "Am I really hungry?" I don't eat with a "Whatever! Nothing is working anyhow!" attitude like I was before. I eat because I'm hungry and my body tells me that. I don't limit what kind of food, only the amounts according to how hungry I am. I bought chips yesterday at the store and ended up intuitively eating 1 serving and sharing the rest with the Hubs. I had a bit of sweet tea from McDonald's and still shared with Hubs. I even had pizza for dinner last night. 2 pieces instead of 4. And when I got hungry again 4 hours later I went back for just 1 piece, not 3. I log so I know what's up, but I'm working really hard to just understand my body and what it wants.

Today I'm sore, but happy as heck, because when I weighed this morning, I got:


I went back to the bedroom and thanked Hubs for our 2-mile hike and run. Even though we never made it to the lake because of the thunderstorm, I felt encouraged by my progress and by the increased stamina I have. Last time I did this same route I did not run at all and I felt completely spent by the time we got back. Time time, I felt energized and in love with myself and my body.

I did eventually ice my back and knee (which did pop yesterday during a non running pavement segment) and that seemed to help the healing process. I'm sore today, but not injured. My knee doesn't even really hurt that bad.

Goal for today?
Batch cooking and laundry.

SP Starting Weight: 416.2
Current Weight: 318.6
Total lost with SP: 97.6

Highest Weight: 466.6
Current Weight: 318.6
Total Lost: 148 pounds! :)

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MEGSFITNESS 5/25/2011 6:12PM

    I LOVE this blog from you :) I can see you leading by example and helping your hubs and your kids be healthy happy people :)

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LUCYSUNFLOWER 5/16/2011 11:07PM

    Woohoo!! I am so happy for you 318.6 and I am thoroughly enjoying the way you're feeling too!

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HEALTH-E-CLARE 5/16/2011 2:10PM

    Sounds like you've got your spark back now that your injuries are healing. I can't wait to see where your adventures continue to take you.

Awesome job on the run. I hope the batch cooking went well.

Whatcha cookin good lookin?

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MAGPIE17 5/16/2011 10:36AM

    YAY Esther!!!

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CHICAT63 5/16/2011 8:37AM

    How sweet is that:) AWESOME, so happy for you. Bring it on I say....have a great week, Josée

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JEREMY723 5/16/2011 8:23AM

    Good for you! I'm glad for you that you were at the soutern end of Ohio. Up here in Northeast Ohio it hasn't stopped raining in too many days. You could swim anywhere:(

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    Wow, that is amazing!!!


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LOTUSFLOWER 5/15/2011 4:43PM

    This is so awesome. What a plan, and great results!!!!

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COCOMAC7 5/15/2011 3:22PM

    Love it! Sounds like a great day and that your body and you are getting in tune! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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2LBSATATIME 5/15/2011 1:50PM

    You are just amazing

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35ANGELS 5/15/2011 12:47PM

    Awesome! emoticon emoticon

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MAMADWARF 5/15/2011 12:22PM

    Love it!! SOOO happy for you!!

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BUTTERCUPP77 5/15/2011 12:20PM

    Woohoo!!!! I am SO excited and happy for you!!!

Way to go!

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RUSSELLORAMA 5/15/2011 12:08PM

    Kiss the 320's goodbye!!

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TEAM-SARAH 5/15/2011 11:41AM

    Fantastic!!! I'm so excited for you to bust out of the 320's!! You have been working so hard and being so consistent and it looks as though it has paid off! Way to push yourself... I'm sure there are still many ways for you to keep on surprising yourself :)

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    This is amazing! Go you!

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"The Scale is Not an Accurate Measure of Health"

Friday, May 13, 2011

This striking words were "spoken" to me by SparkFriend BUTTERCUPP77. I wanted to believe her. I truly wanted to. And I've been questioning this same thing for a while now. As I've watched my girl SUGIRL06 move onto a maintaining phase that includes intuitive eating and mostly ignoring the scale, I wondered if she really had something there.

Look, I have been considered "overweight" or even "fat" or "obese" since about the age of 5. Anyone who sees me would label me as unhealthily overweight. And I know from experience that most that don't know me would assume that I'm lazy, that I don't exercise much, if at all, that I eat twice or three times as much as a "normal" skinny person, and that the combination of poor diet + overeating + inactivity has both led to my obesity as well as my maintenance of a hefty 320 pounds. What has saddened me lately is that the recognition for my 90 pound weight loss has subsided as my numbers refuse to move again. Have I changed anything? Am I overeating all the time? Have I stopped exercising? Have I gone back to my old habits? No. Still, I feel the assumption from those around me (not Sparkers, of course, who have seen me struggle in all my blasted glory for the entire duration of 2011) that I have given up the fight and have, in some way, failed.

This week there have been several days that I have eaten a little more than my Spark levels call for. I'll admit that freely. What I won't admit is to any binges, any mental hunger, anything that is any sort of self-sabotage. Those nights I overate was either 1) because I was hungry after I should have been "done" for the day" or 2) days when I ate when I wasn't hungry because I "should" according to my plan.

Yesterday, my youngest son said to me, "Do you know what Logan hasn't done since 12:00?" I asked him what, afraid of what the tattling would be on this time. "Eat!" It was around 8pm and with the way his brother had reported this to me, I got scared. I turned to Logan, "Why aren't you eating?" Immediately I jumped to the conclusion that my son was starving himself because someone at school called him fat. (He's not. Yes, he has a belly and ample thighs - which he gets from my side of the thunder thigh family - but my son is not severely overweight or obese and should NOT be worried about being called "fat".) "Did someone at school say something to you that made you think you shouldn't eat tonight?" He looked at me, seemingly confused, and said, "My stomach just didn't seem to want to eat."

Interesting. Basically, my child just told me that he didn't eat because he wasn't hungry. And I heard myself tell him that sometimes we have to eat when we aren't hungry. WTF!?!?!? WTF did I just tell my son? Eat when you're NOT hungry? Where the EFF did I get that idea?

From dieting for the past 25 years is where. And now I'm starting to wonder if it isn't the most counter-productive biggest pile of bull I've ever been fed.

Eat when you are NOT hungry? WTF?! Haven't I been told by society that I got fat by eating when I wasn't really hungry? Weren't there times growing up when I cried because my father insisted that I finish the food on my plate, and I was forced to comply even though my stomach and brain both knew that I was full and had had enough. Wow! I've been fed this lie my entire life.

Suddenly, my entire year's progress came into view. I have NOT been eating intuitively. I eat all the time when I'm not hungry. I've even bragged that I can "train" my body to tell me when I'm hungry by setting it on a schedule of eating every 2.5-3 hours a day. But there are days when I'm not really hungry, but the time has come to eat again, and I tell myself, "Eat now or you'll be ravishing later and will make bad choices." WTF?!

And all this week, I've been forcing food down my throat during the day, ignoring both my brain and my stomach, just because my schedule and plan tell me "eat yogurt at 3pm"...not because my stomach said, "Phew! Ran out of energy down here! Could you please replenish the supply?" And then, somehow, I magically think that I can tell my stomach at 9pm that I am not allowed to be hungry because it's too close to bedtime and because I've already consumed my calories for the day. I tell my stomach to shut up and ignore the hunger pains and sometimes I go to bed early so I can forget that I'm hungry. Is it any wonder that my body and brain and stomach all seem confused? I'm sending a whole heck of a lot of mixed signals!

So when BUTTERCUPP77 said, "The scale is not an accurate measure of health" I wanted to believe her. I don't want to be the 320 pound woman who has lost an entire person since 2004 and yet is seen as a failure because she is still 320 pounds - way over the lower end of the obese range on any scale anyone ever measures. It just doesn't seem fair to me that the world considers me one way when I'm still active and eating healthier than most of my skinny friends and coworkers who are NEVER questioned about their weight, health, or activity level.

So I did some research online. I typed in those exact words in Google and came up with some interesting results of studies.

Those are pretty much BUTTERCUPP's words. "Weight is not an accurate measure of health." And it isn't about an opinion someone had. It's a study that was done and reported in The Archive of Internal Medicine. When comparing 4,500 adults, some skinny or "normal" and some "overweight" and even some "obese" it determined that many of the overweight and obese adults are actually healthier than those "normal" people. Please note that this blog was written in 2008 and reported in the NY Times. Why have I never heard about this? There have been whispers, but I never heard any of the studies. And while I knew that I lived a healthier lifestyle than some of my skinny friends, I still always considered them healthier, and figured they would live longer because they were of "normal" weight.

Let me give you one snippet that just about blew my mind. "Losing weight makes it more likely you'll die sooner." WTF?!!?!? I read this whole article nearly in tears. Am I actually HARMING myself by losing weight? Certainly that can't be true. I've been told time and time and time again that restricting my diet and exercising will lead to a longer life. Seriously, that's what I've been fed for more than two decades. "You're fat = you will die sooner" has been ingrained in the recesses of my brain since about the age of 8. Could it be wrong?

Also discussed is this never-ending myth that fat people are fat because they eat more than "normal" people. I know this is a load of BS in some cases. I have a friend growing up who could have doubled for Kate Moss. A waif of a thing, whenever we ate together, she took down 3 times the amount I did. She never gained an ounce. She's still the same waif-like creature she always was. We all know that some people hit the metabolic jackpot at birth, and I certainly know that I'm not one of those people, but you hardly ever hear research that suggests that we all basically eat the same and STILL some get fat and some don't.

The case that hounded me the most? The prison experiment. They increased the caloric intake of prisoners over a period of time, expecting them to gain 20-40 pounds on this whole equation of calories in vs. calories out we've been touting for years. One guy consumed 10,000 calories in a day. You know what happened? Sure, he gained a few pounds, but then his metabolism went into overdrive and the weight gain stopped. And when he went back to eating regularly, those few pounds melted off and he went back to HIS "normal" weight.

How about this snippet?

"Do fat people who lose weight, do so by taking on “normal” eating habits? Some studies indicate that a high proportion of the few fat people who keep weight off, do so not by “normalizing” their eating habits, but by becoming effectively anorexic"

Wow. Okay then.

So what does that mean? I'll be 320 pounds forever? Should I just accept this fact and move on with my life?

In a way, I'm thinking - Yes.

Now don't send out the search party for me just yet. I'm not saying I'm going back to breakfasts, lunches and dinners of McDonald's Sausage McMuffins and Big Macs. What I'm saying is this.

What if I forget that the scale exists? What if I stop monitoring myself altogether? What would happen? What's more, why would I ever think that it's a good idea to ignore my body's cues that it is either hungry or full? Doesn't my body know better than me what energy it needs and when to sustain the body's functions? What if I just ate healthy foods when my body told me to? What if I followed my own set rules for healthy foods, but only ate when my body indicated that it was necessary?

I know some of you are thinking, "Well, DUH!" But, let's be honest, I NEVER learned to eat properly as a child. Until the age of 4 I was good. I let my mom know when I was hungry. She often tells me that people asked if I was anorexic. (AT AGE FOUR, PEOPLE!!) She said, "I'd call you in for lunch and you'd just stay out on the swings and say you weren't really hungry." I ate when I was hungry, not when I was told I should. I ate as much as I felt was needed to sustain the energy level I needed to play outside and perform the tasks of the day, and then I stopped. At age five, my father came home and insisted that we work on his schedule. He picked the meals and when they would be eaten and how much would be consumed - and you either conformed with the restrictions he set for you or you risked the belt. I made the connection between his arrival at home and my immediate increase in weight a long time ago. The weight came on slowly at first, but after a while, it was unstoppable. And most of my family is overweight or obese, so it stands to reason that I had all the factors built in me to make a fat person, but I needed the right system forced upon me to gain that status.

So if the scale and/or weight is not an accurate measure of health...what is?

What is "health" anyways?
Basically, it's soundness of body and mind, being free from diseases, and this one word - vigor - pops up in the definition as well.

Vigor is energy. Active energy, strength, force, fortitude. "Exuberant and resilient strength of body or mind." or "Substantial effective energy or force."

Free from diseases? Check. I have brought down my cholesterol levels to healthy levels. I have good levels of the good stuff and low levels of the bad stuff. My resting pulse is around 60 = good. (Normal range = 60-100. I'm actually on the LOW end, which indicates a higher level of "heart health".) My blood pressure is pretty good, although sometimes my bottom number is a little elevated, but never high enough to cause too much concern. As far as I know, my triglycerides are down to healthy again. I don't have diabetes and the doctor no longer seems concerned that I'm going to get it.

What about vigor? Active energy? Well, my husband says too often that I won't stop moving. On my day off on Wednesday, I was so impressed with the sunshine that even though the humidity levels were high, I piled everyone in the car and we played 15 minutes of basketball. I got tired quickly, but everyone else seemed to be the same amount of tired. I could've kept playing, but Hubs was like, "Woah! This is hard!" I didn't seem to be panting anymore than he was and instead of just going home, I wanted to play some more, so we switched to volleyball. I had the energy to run after the balls in the sand even though running in sand is extremely difficult (newfound respect for all sand volleyball players and people who run on the beach!), and the only reason our team lost was because Logan can't hit a volleyball in the right direction yet. *lol* (He just punches it up in the air with one hand without really thinking about how to hit it OVER the net, focusing only on hitting it.) We play tennis. We go for walks and hikes. I can last for hours without needing a break. I am no less fit, really, than the "skinny" people around me.

So am I healthy? Yeah, I think so. 320 pounds or 130 pounds, I think I'm healthy. (I would NOT be healthy at 130 pounds, however, considering my fat-free mass is already over 170lbs.)

So since the words, "Keep it up!" have been bugging the HELL out of me lately. And with my newfound discovery of how calorie restricting and living this hell of a diet - yes, I said diet - I'm changing gears.

1. Eat healthy, good for me foods. I don't think this has ever been a question in my mind. Fruits, vegetables, complex carbs, non-processed foods, cooking at home with less sodium. All good things to live by for anyone, no matter their size.

2. Stay active. I will continue to go to the gym and lift because it makes me feel strong and powerful and because I *love* the muscle definition I can actually SEE under the fat. I love playing sports and having the ability to run (kinda) and jump again like I did as a child. I love that I'm no longer restricted because my stamina is low. I love the sunshine and the cool spring air and, sometimes, even the humidity - and the feeling of sweat dripping off my forehead.

3. Ditch the scale. I'll still use it no and again just to see if I've gone down. The only reason I need these numbers to lower is so that I won't be forced into a box of "can'ts" by weight restrictions on things I've always wanted to do - like ziplining. The scale is only good for knowing what my number is to report to the doctor and my insurance company's program and to anyone with weight restrictions on things that could actually KILL me if my weight is beyond the recommendation set. (Dying after a fall from a zipline because I don't know if I fit under the weight restrictions imposed upon by the gear used = stupid.)

4. Eat when I'm hungry. I have to learn how my body WANTS to function. Maybe it's okay to have days when I'm just not "feeling it" and just am not really hungry and other days when I need a little more energy to get through. Maybe my body knows best. So far I haven't had much luck in the past few months tricking it...time to adjust and see what happens.

5. Stop eating when I'm full. There is NO SHAME in not cleaning a plate. There is no shame in getting a small portion first and going back for seconds if I think I'm still hungry. There is no shame in saying, "No thanks, I'm kinda full."

6. Continue to track, just so I know how everything is working out. I like tracking my calories and fitness levels because I feel like I'm learning some valuable lessons about how I work - both my body AND my mind. Why did I get so gassy the other day? Why is my stomach revolting with irregular BM today? Having those tools to go back and reflect upon might help me learn what my body craves most and what kind of energy it needs to sustain normal life functions - a key to good health.

7. Finally, and most importantly, ditch the negative self-talk. Health involves a sound MIND as well. Something I told the AB girls the other day was, "I don't want to be quietly fabulous. I've lived my whole fat life that way. Only until I came here did I feel brave enough to live out loud, strut, dress my fat a** sexy, and run around like I friggin' OWN this world!" So I'm going to hold onto that. Today I wore a dress that I bought at Old Navy. It shows too much cleavage to be appropriate at the boys' school (prompting me to zip up my jacket before I went in) and more leg than I ever before would have been comfortable with (with before was ANY leg, even an ankle), but it makes me feel flirty and sexy and cute, and I want to continue to feel that way no matter what size or weight I am. I want to feel like I have EVERY right to this world than any "skinny" or "normal" person does BECAUSE I DO!

Screw the scale and numbers. Screw dress sizes. I want to FEEL healthy inside and out. I want to take good care of my body and my skin and my hair and nails. I want to feel PAMPERED by MYSELF. I want to do things that are good for my mind and spirit, even if nobody else agrees that I should do them. Even if SOCIETY thinks I should hide my fat butt under a rock, I'm going to show them that this HEALTHY FAT GIRL can SHINE and SPARKLE and create waves of ACTIVE ENERGY throughout her life and the lives of those around her.

I'm going to be me.
No excuses.

Let's see how that goes...

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LEAN-N-LEXY 5/18/2011 10:50AM

    A lot of what you said is exactly why I don't use the food trackers. I stopped long ago, not only because it was a PITA, but because there were days I felt my body needed more at the end of the day and other light days it seemed like too much.

The only time I eat when I don't feel hungry is breakfast. It's common for folks with low thyroid issues to have no morning appetite.

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MNGIRLIE 5/13/2011 4:46PM

    Great blog! I think you should add something to that last bit though... "Screw what everyone else thinks of me." Because really... who cares what people think? They don't know you and they don't know the hard work you put in to get to the point you're at. Spending time worrying about what other people think of you is a waste of your precious time.

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DETERMINED_SOUL 5/13/2011 1:58PM

    I loved this blog; it was very interesting to read. It also caused me to do some reflection of my own. You know what, I do let my body tell me when I'm hungry and when I do this I lose weight faster. I know losing weight isn't the important part, but I think it just knows what it needs. Now, I have been doing this for a few years and I have come to understand that if I'm going to work out, I do need to eat at least an hour before I do even if I am not hungry. This is because I will get the shakes if I don't. Other wise, I let my body determine it's schedule.

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CANNIE50 5/13/2011 1:45PM

    Very thought-provoking and a little heartbreaking (the memories of your childhood experiences, but you have clearly used them to do better by your kids). You are strong and you can trust your intuition. Take care.

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RUNTRILAUGH 5/13/2011 1:03PM

    Long blog, but sooo much was said!

Guess we all need to re-think things sometimes. Are we eating because we're hungry?

Thanks for giving us something to think about today....

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EMMYKATE616 5/13/2011 12:53PM

    ahh love it!

I read a couple of blogs all about "intuitive eating." I love that so much. My concern when I think about it is what if I learn to eat really intuitively, but then I don't lose weight? Which would I rather have, have incredibly healthy eating habits, or be skinny? And the problem is, so often I'd just rather be skinny. I picked up running before I ever started to lose weight, and it totally boggled my mind how I could run for hours in a week and still see no change in weight.

I hate the idea that people will still "assume" you're unhealthy. Of the people I work with, all the runners and cyclists are these very stereotypical skinny athletic looking people. I find myself not wanting to talk about running/exercising with them because I feel they're just judging me.

And of course, the other skinny people who don't do much of anything are still looked at as "healthier."

I hate that the assumption is always that fat people must eat more. So not necessarily true.

Anyway, I love it, I've been following your blog for awhile and I think this is the most important entry you've had. And if you were my patient, I would be nothing but proud of you and gloat about you to all my other pts.

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ERIN1128 5/13/2011 12:50PM

    Sometimes I feel like every day, there's a new study saying THIS is the only way to do it, or THIS is terrible and you should never do it. Losing weight can seem like a full time project, like a thesis! As for the scale, it's tough - I think we all want to see that needle move down, because it's a visible marker of progress. But the other day my husband said to me, "you look like you've lost a few, or at least firmed up" and I realized, THAT's what's important...I'm looking healthier, whatever the scale may say!

Keep up the good work.

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CECE0330 5/13/2011 12:15PM

    Great blog!!!!!!!!!!!! It can get so stinking overwhelming to try to figure out this journey. What sticks in my head from all the things i've read is the worry that if I don't eat, it will throw my metabolism off track and my body will go into "starvation" mode. But it makes SENSE to me to eat intuitively. Last night I wasn't hungry, but ate anyway. That DOESN'T make sense.

I am still overweight, but all my numbers are GREAT. I am in far better shape than ALL of my coworkers, some of whom are 120lbs soaking wet.

Thank you for posting this. I was feeling frustrated this morning at my SUPER SLOW loss, and feeling that I was just fooling myself with my new zumba teaching gig: Half the class is smaller than me! Why would they want to follow me???? Your blog reminded me that I AM very physically fit. I CAN lead a class for an hour, and make it a good workout. It's NOT about size. Yes, I still need to lose 23lbs to not be considered overweight, but I HAVE already lost a lot, as have you! That is to be commended!

So yeah, let's gauge our health by how we FEEL! Let's determine when to eat by HUNGER alone. As long as we are fueling our bodies with healthy food, we're doing the right thing. Have a great weekend!

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TEAM-SARAH 5/13/2011 11:56AM

    "I want to feel like I have EVERY right to this world than any "skinny" or "normal" person does BECAUSE I DO!" Beautiful :) I think that sums it up VERY nicely and is something that so many overweight women feel inside. "I am not allowed to dress that way" like... says who?? And I think about the weight thing all the time. My BMI might indicate that I'm just barely out of the "obese" range but I am so much more fit and active and healthy than almost anyone I know!

This blog made me feel really really good just reading it, so thanks for writing it! I'm excited to go read those links about the studies you mentioned... sounds fascinating. You've got all the right habits in place at this point... HEALTHY habits. That's all you need to take with you for the rest of your life! Life and health really shouldn't be measured in pounds and inches. You can do so much more now and you're so much healthier and you will just continue to grow the more those habits are ingrained in your daily life! This is an adventure, not a DIET.

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DADDYTREVOR 5/13/2011 11:45AM

    Interesting, informative and well-written.

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NSV Out the Butt - or - Why I'm Doing This

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

So I focus a little too much too often on the scale and the tape measure...don't we all? Someone told me the other day, "Think about all you can do that you couldn't before!" I answered "Whatever..." but I shouldn't have dismissed them like that. NSV. Non-scale victories. Here we go...

* I AM a size 24. That means I can once again shop in the clothing stores. I can go in, pick out a size 24 and it will fit. It might be a bit snug, or might be a little loose, but it will fit. I no longer have to shop through mail-order catalogs and guesstimate my size by just picking the biggest size available, or picking the one down from that because I'm too ashamed to even click on the highest size.

* I can shop in "regular" stores as well. Granted, I am still limited to a small selection of stretchy tops and sweaters in the largest size available, but picking out XL and XXL shirts in a Gap, Banana Republic, and Old Navy make me feel like I belong...especially when I realize that they don't only fit, they look good on me. I no longer feel the shame of walking by these stores with jealousy and rage coursing through my veins for what they have that I can't have.

* I can shop according to what I like, not just what fits. Because I've taken the time to open my world of fashion to a wider range of options, I do NOT have to simply settle for the cheapest thing that fits my body. I can put something on, and if I don't love it, I do NOT have to buy it. Period. I have the option of LIKING what I wear now and that's HUGE for me...a girl who has always been a little obsessed with fashion.

* I'm no longer just the personal shopper. I have an uncanny ability to keep up with trends, to know what looks right on a body (just not MY body). In the past, I have spent more than a few hours walking the mall with friends, picking out outfits they should wear. I know how to shop according to their skin tone, their personal style, their body shape - and I can't tell you how many times I have heard, "You are GREAT at this! You should be a personal shopper!" (Hell, I wish! Would be a TON of fun!) I never let my friends see the jealousy that rang into much I wanted them to be MY personal shopper for a day. I can now say that on several occassions I have tried on clothing in a dressing room NEXT TO my friends in the SAME STORE. At the end of trying on a piece of clothing, we emerge and critique each other's outfits. I have to say that it's 100% more enjoyable to me than just sitting on the bench in the fitting room waiting to see my gorgeous friends in their new picks.

* A mile no longer sounds like a marathon. I now choose to park near the back of the parking lot at the store (mostly because I'm protecting my new baby and her pretty paint job). I don't see any issue with walking all the way from the back to the front, circling the store a half a dozen times to get the things I forgot on the first few times around, visiting several stores in order to compare and get the best deal. A full day shopping is no longer out of the question. Yes, I am still sore after because of my current back injuries, but I can do it without wheezing and having to sit down every 5 minutes. I can't tell you how many meat coolers, deli displays, and bags of dog food had been chairs for me at the grocery store that now get a reprieve because I'm too busy to stop. Now it's hard to stop me from moving and my boys often have trouble keeping up.

* Three words -- Less Shaving Cream.

* Six words -- Less time spent in the shower. Actually, six more -- MORE time spent in the shower. *lol* If I'm running late, I can take a super fast shower now. If I have more time, I can stand in the shower longer to enjoy the hot water upon my back. Again, I have options.

* TV marathons and movies are reserved for nighttime viewings when the sun has set, or rainy days when outside play in the mud doesn't seem very inviting. But when the sun is shining and the weather is warm, I want to be outside playing tennis, walking, working in the garden. I no longer see the sun as something to make me sweat, I see it as a welcome invitation to enjoy the world around me.

* Planes don't scare me or make me nervous anymore. I can buckle my belt on most big airplanes without the assistance of an extender, and even on the small planes the need for an extender is dwindling.

* I can breathe again. I have a coworker who, after a quick trip down the hall and back comes back breathing heavy. It's sort of sad because I remember once being like that, not too long ago. In the past year, however, I have been caught several times sprinting down the halls to get wherever I need to go in a hurry. *snort*

* I have muscles. I can see the shape of my arms, shoulders, chest, waist, and legs taking form. Yesterday, while lifting weights with Hubs, I looked in the mirror and thought once again, "I have great arms under there! I can see them taking shape."

* I care about myself. I care about my appearance and feel I have the freedom to make those choices without trying to conceal every part of my body out of shame. I can wear things that make my shoulders look great. I can wear dresses because I want to. I pick my nail polish colors and makeup according to my whims, not trying to make the only acceptable parts of me look half-decent in an effort to conceal the other parts.

* My husband says several times every weekend, "So where are we going today?" or "What do you want to do?" Yes, sometimes it's annoying because there are days when I just want to stay home and veg out on the couch, but he's come to learn that we're now an active family. We play sand volleyball together, tennis, we take walks and hikes and enjoy getting out and doing things that help us enjoy the beauty of WV.

* I'm more alert and awake....most days. When I stay clear of heavy sugars and those awful draggy carbs (not complex carbs, mind you), I last throughout my 10-hour shift. Unless, of course, I haven't gotten enough sleep or I'm dragging due to injuries. On a whole, I have more alert days then dragging ones now.

* I used to drink a 2-liter of pop in a day easily. I now drink a gallon of water in a day easily. And my body LOVES me for it. I've become more regular and experience less of the regular daily bloat I used to experience daily, even though I still have the same "sit down" job, my ankles don't swell as much anymore and I feel better, cleaner, more healthy inside.

* I don't mind dressy a little sexy/slutty for Hubs now and again...because sometimes I do actually feel it.

* I encourage pictures that will help me see my progress, instead of hiding in shame of my bulk.

* The limiting of options has all but disappeared. I still worry about weight limits because of what the scale says, but I don't worry anymore about my ability to do things. The world can limit me, but I will not!

* I'm strong! I can lift 300+ on the leg press machine. I've moved on to "advanced" exercises for the most part. I'm a regular gym rat and it shows with my 20lb dumbbells and grunting through hammer curls and hyperextensions (traded for the back extension machine, which I've now outgrown because I can lift the highest weight available on it more than 20 times without any difficulty).

* I can jump! I still worry sometimes, but I can do it without much fear anymore. I can do jumping jacks (though I still hate them) and jump rope (even though it's hard) or spike a ball in the sand or jump up to serve the tennis ball. I can jump again...something I haven't done since the age of 16, really.

* My knee doesn't pop out anymore. It still makes a motion like it's going to, but it catches itself. Not since I was 12 or younger have I experienced such a long period free from "popping out incidents" as I have in the last 6 months or so.

* I'm more obsessed with finding my next adventure in activity than finding my next adventure in high calorie foods. Chocolate cake doesn't rule my life every day. I don't go to the store once a day or a week or even once a month anymore to grab as many sweets as I think I can stand. I have very few hidden binge moments (I think 2 in the past year that were serious?). I'M taking control, thankyouverymuch!

* Hubs can help me up from the floor. Yes, I still have some maneuvering to do to get from the floor to standing again, mostly because I don't 100% trust my knee and squatting seems like a silly thing to try right now. But you know when you put your feet together and someone who is standing grabs your hands and helps pull you up? When we used to do this, it was a severe workout for the hubs. He did most of the work as I struggled to get my muscles to lift me. Now it's a simple 1 - sit, bend knees, 2 - grab hands, 3 - lift process. Hubs and I noticed this last night and it was nice to think about how far I've come there.

* I've become the source of encouragement for people around me. I lead the lifting routines at the gym, and there are many times (like last night) when Hubs craps out and gives out on doing a set before I will. I push myself hard and I feel the rewards of it later...and Hubs has moved into resisting my suggestions more and more. He'll admit freely now that I've got a one-up on him at the gym. I can lift almost as much with my upper body as he can (stupid men and their natural upper body strength!), but I lift more often and with greater ease and I push myself harder. (Plus, I can lift much MORE with my lower body than he can. *big grin*)

* Two more words -- great sex.

* Finally, my kids have become active little buggers. Their vocabulary has changed. They ASK for vegetables with dinner because they don't think it's a complete meal without them. They have learned to cook several healthy meals and I encourage them to keep learning. They know about portions, they understand nutrition better than I ever did, they understand how important water is and how important activity is to keeping your body strong and healthy. They've seen their mom change and I think they like this upgraded version better because she's willing and able to play and do fun things with them without tiring.

* One more thing about water -- my entire family drinks water more than anything else in my house. We rarely have soda in the house, and refuse to buy it at restaurants because the price of a soda is just stupid nowadays! We save pop/soda for "treats" and really enjoy them when we get them, but we don't see it as a regular part of our lives.

* My car's seat belt fits. Every car seat belt fits properly now.

* Turning sideways is somewhat of a thing of the past. I can squeeze through tighter spaces now, often without even having to turn sideways. Behind the chairs of other people in the conference room, down the hallways, etc. I can move to make room for others, instead of the other way around.

Finally, what other NSVs am I looking forward to?
* The end of the belly apron.
* Chasing after my kids.
* Hiking for days straight without fear or exhaustion.
* Biking again without fear of falling off or that stopping will injure my knee again.
* Shopping for pants in a "regular" store. (I LOVE New York & Co. stuff, so I'm looking forward to being able to shop there, as well as the Gap and Banana Republic.)
* Fitting all airplane seats without an extender.
* The end of limits from weight limits - horseback riding, ziplining, etc.
* Using this newfound strength on the hiking trails and on the water -- I can't wait to feel how I can row now. I can't wait to try white-water rafting (something I was always afraid to do before). I cannot WAIT to see what summer sports holds for this new body of mine.

What are your NSVs? Think hard. Even the smallest change can spur you on to greater ones, because, in the end, no one will know your weight or likely your clothing size unless you tell them - they will make their assessment of you according to how you live. Want to inspire others? Live a healthy, active life and show them how freeing it is to be in shape!

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GWENAEL 5/12/2011 10:37PM

  You are great and such an inspiration!

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MEGSFITNESS 5/12/2011 5:29PM

    So, I took a drink of water for every thing I read that made me think "You go girl!!"

Yeah, I just drank almost half a liter ;)

You're doing a great job and sounding a lot more up beat than this time last month.

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KRAZYKATT 5/11/2011 9:52PM

    Oh Yeah! I'm gonna think hard (just as you suggested!) and blog about my own NSV's! That list should come in handy on those days I need extra motivation. I need to stop obsessing about the numbers!

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TIGERJANE 5/11/2011 4:48PM

    Esther, if our backs are up to it, we should schedule some days to hike on the Appalachian Trail either this fall when the leaves are pretty, or in late spring next year. Get some other AB's to join us.

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TEAM-SARAH 5/11/2011 4:17PM

    Fantastic, these are all such wonderful things that are way way more important than the scale or the measurements. I say you keep this blog in a place you can easily access it! Then go to this when you are having those bad days and you wonder why you're going through all this when it doesn't seem to be paying off. All of these things will remind you of how much it has paid off, and will continue to do so for you!!

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CANNIE50 5/11/2011 4:05PM

    I just blogged about this - my latest NSV was putting on a workout shirt, that I had earned in a race, that I had set aside to give away because it used to cling to my belly like "saran wrap to hot pudding". Slipped it on and, what do you know? A good inch between the fabric and my belly. That felt nice. I LOVE your blog. I nearly cried when you talked about the part where your husband and boys just naturally think of your family as active, now. That is a huge victory! emoticon

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GETFIT2LIVE 5/11/2011 3:51PM

    NSVs mean SO much more than the scale or the tape measure--you have come incredibly far, and you inspire many people. I hope you know what an amazing woman you are and give yourself the credit you deserve!

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BTINTERNET 5/11/2011 3:43PM

    You are so amazing!!!! Love you!!!

(And I still want your cassoulet recipe!)

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    Love all the NSVs! So great!!

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OFFDREA 5/11/2011 3:00PM

    Those are all worth so much more than any number on the scale. Congratulations on your success!!!!!!!!

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ERIN1128 5/11/2011 2:34PM

    Awesome reminder that the scale is not everything!

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35ANGELS 5/11/2011 1:39PM

    I love your NSV's. I never think of those. Thanks. emoticon

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MANLEYSANDY 5/11/2011 1:30PM

    Love, love, love it!!!

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SARAHJ19 5/11/2011 1:13PM

    I love all of your Non scale victories! They are great!!! You are setting such a great example for your family! Keep it up girl! When you feel like things aren't going good...look at this blog! You are doing so awesome!

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DETERMINED_SOUL 5/11/2011 12:57PM

    Esther, you are doing such a wonderful job! Those are emoticonNSV's.

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MAGPIE17 5/11/2011 12:46PM

    Awesome NSVs, Esther!!

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SARAWALKS 5/11/2011 12:26PM

    emoticon emoticon What a GREAT list of NSVs!

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LOTUSFLOWER 5/11/2011 11:23AM

    YES, what AMAZING NSVs!!!!!!! You have come so far, and you inspire so many people, more than you know I am sure, along the way.

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HEALTHIERKEN 5/11/2011 11:06AM

    What an amazing list of better-than-befores! Congratulations : )

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Mother's Day...Run!

Monday, May 09, 2011

I sucked this weekend. Seriously, I was all over the place. I've been extremely emotional lately and yesterday was a "last straw" kind of day. I feel sorry for the kids and Hubs, who are trying so hard to forgive me for every mood swing but, I know, are having a difficult time understanding. What's wrong? Honestly, I'm not quite sure.

It could be the fact that I feel like I haven't lost ANY weight in 2011. I've been hovering in the 320s for so long that I feel like it's a permanent nightmare vacation that I just want to escape from. I'm stressed because work has been annoying, with homework assignments planned to test me in my job duties, which I don't feel I deserve or am afraid I will fail (likely the latter). Then you can add to that troubles with family, struggling to understand life and how some people seem blessed with all of the things I want to provide my children, feeling like I'm on a never-ending hamster wheel and am getting nowhere, feeling abandoned by friends and my boxing instructor. I haven't boxed in more than a month, which is something that usually relieves some tension, but even though I've contacted my instructor twice and he's stated that he will get back to me with times to schedule another appointment, the longer it takes for him to get back to me the more I assume he never will and the more I wonder if I should be hurt or angry or sad or what by it. And add to that my stress with the upcoming wedding, the fact that I don't yet have a bridesmaid dress and was told by one place it was impossible to get one in time, the fact that my friend has not been very much help, even though she understands the whole wedding timeline situation much better than I do. Add to that the stress that Hubs has decided he will not come with me to the wedding in July in Utah and I will be forced to go alone...again. Oh, and the fact that Hubs' job situation is failing, which makes me wonder if I need another job on the weekends, which will rob me of all my days not spent indoors working and will further stress me out. AND add to that the fact that I seem to be the ONLY person getting random calls at work because our new Receptionist thinks I can answer every question about this place so she sends me every call she doesn't know what to do with, making it impossible for me to get my work done, but I'm still expected to do it. *SCREAMS!!!*

After another holiday of feeling unappreciated by the Hubs, I struggled to not cry, to hold it together, to not get loud or angry, to be understanding of what he was thinking...and I failed miserably. So my Mother's Day was pretty much like any other Sunday, being annoyed by Hubs, annoyed by the kids, feeling the pressure of still not being under 320 (320.2. Seriously!? *screams*) and the pressure of trying to follow this past week with another that will put me UNDER 320 (PLEASE?!?!!?!). I snapped at Hubs and acted like a friggin' child, and I'm not at all proud, and more confused than ever at my behavior and my unhappiness and my distress.

Look, losing weight is hard. It's hard to be surrounded by people who don't have to think about calorie counts and minutes spent exercising. Add to that the desire to do more and the unwilling and unable body with which I'm finding myself, I'm frustrated and angry and bored. I've been doing this for a year. Last time I started this whole mess, I gave up right after my year mark. I just couldn't do it anymore. This year I'm struggling so hard to just hang on, but I'm struggling every single minute of every day. It's hard. I know I don't need to tell you all that, but it is.

I'm back to feeling lost and alone.
Back to feeling abandoned.
Back to feeling restricted on a diet.
Back to feeling fat.
Back to this confusion I shouldn't be feeling. I've lost almost 100 pounds in this past year, so how could I be here still confused a year later? And how can I still be so fat?!

Yes, that has snuck back in. As I explained to my nutritionist, I have been here so long, at 320-330 area, that I don't really remember what being 420 felt like. So I've lost my frame of reference, and all I see in the mirror, on the scale, in pictures is fat me. I don't see what I've done. I've even gone as far as to distort progress pictures. I just don't see the progress anymore. I have such a distorted self-image and a sincere sense of hopelessness of escaping this that I've begun avoiding cameras and mirrors for the sake of my own sanity.

I feel like I'm starting at step one all over again.
I've tried just accepting that...telling myself, "Fine! Accept who you are right now and start here as day one. Forget what came before and start from here." But that frustrates me even more.

Friday, I started out well. I packed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for me and Ethan when I took him to the oral surgeon. I resisted the donuts at Tim Hortons save for ONE Timbit. ONE. I have never been able to eat just ONE Timbit. I was feeling pretty accomplished.

And then I felt tired. No workout Friday. I drove to Parkersburg (about 45 minutes away) and back to the house twice. Once to take Ethan to the surgeon, then to meet mom for a Mother's Day dinner. It was nice to see her. I did good at dinner and ordered oven-broiled fish, which I couldn't physically stomach after all the fish I'd eaten all week. I rewarded myself for a good week with a new book from the bookstore and didn't get home until late. I was running from about 10:30am until about 10pm.

No workout Saturday either. With the best intentions, I dressed for the gym and met my nutritionist at 9am. I poured out my heart to her. She told me to stop trying to be so perfect. She told me that if I could only get 4 days of being "on" in during the week (my work week, when my schedule is set and it's easier for me to follow), then I should focus on those 4 days and try to do my best with the other three. The important thing was getting back on track and finding my grove again. I explained my current self-distortion problems and although she seemed to feel sorry that I was in that place again, she urged me to just keep going and had no other advice to give. We talked about how to make up a good plate using a diagram and how to eat healthy without restricting too much. But instead of following that discussion with a workout, the sun was shining and I didn't want to be in the gym, so I said I was working out outside, which I didn't do. Instead I went home and prepped the grocery list for the week, and then went shopping, felt awful that I didn't save Hubs enough money on the grocery bill than he had expected, and then went home to cook out. It was a relaxing day and I enjoyed it, but my eating was a mess and I freely admit that. I ate a slice of wheat toast with peanut butter before meeting the nutritionist, and then didn't eat again until about 3pm. And then I ate too much. *sigh* And couldn't seem to stop all night.

Sunday? I went the whole day just sitting/laying around. Finally around 5pm I figured Hubs had no interest in taking me anywhere for Mother's Day. He had made the pancakes I requested at around 3pm and then headed out to be with his mom and left me home with two bored boys. I had already run out with them before he was up to get a paper (for the coupons) and eat some lunch at Taco Bell, and now we were just sitting around bored, watching old episodes of Project Runway. At around 6pm, after I had cooked some chicken for my lunches and put the Salsa Chicken in the slow cooker for tonight, I gave up and went back to my bedroom to read alone. At 7pm Hubs showed up and said, "Alright, let's go!" I had already relayed when he left that I had wanted to go to the park. I was enraged. 7pm? The sunlight was fading. The day was wasted. It might as well be any other night when I have to rush after work to enjoy some sunlight before the sun sets. I said I didn't want to go anymore. He insisted, and we went. I walked off without him, he followed. He followed me through the marshy, swampy, muddy mess I traversed to get to the upper lake at the park. I needed peace and I was looking anywhere I could think to find it. The whole time I was telling him how unhappy I was, he didn't make a sound. I had already blown up and told him he was the worst husband ever, so it's really no wonder. We played some tennis and it took me a good long time to finally forget my rage enough to smile, then laugh, then actually have some time. All it took was a VERY short run along the path alone (without pain! and without running shoes - OOPS!) and some tennis fun with the boys wherein we hit tennis balls as far as we could and my oldest son, Logan, ran off to retrieve them.

All I can think today is -
Esther, WTF is your problem? You're making EVERYONE miserable.

I hate it.
I hate the way I acted.
I have no clue what set me off.
I don't know how to stop it.
No, I don't want to see a therapist, so please don't suggest that.
I just need to figure out what the real problem is and work through it.
I've gotten through it before, I can do it again.

All I know is that I'm frustrated, confused, angry, and that has led to me being downright hateful.

Apologies are in order, but I feel like "But that IS how I'm feeling? Why should I apologize for saying how I felt? How is that any fair to me?"


See, boys and girls, Esther is a mess right now.
So what am I doing about it?

Right now, I'm just pushing through.

I ate my eggs and oats this morning.
I drank my coffee.
I packed my meals.
I went to physical therapy (where my PT was out so I didn't get to relay the event I had with my back a few days ago, which, again, made me feel abandoned).
I read my book on break.
I'm drinking my water.
I had my snack of PB sandwich and strawberries.
I had a salad for lunch.
I used my lunch break to sit outside in the sun and read.
I bought a Shape magazine, hoping that would help, but I don't want to read it.

I don't want to be reminded of what I can't do.
I don't want to feel like the fat girl again.
I don't want to see their skinny bodies and hear them talk about how easy it is when it really feels so hard right now.

I'm in the process of talking myself into exercise tonight. It might not be exactly what I should do, but if I could get some tennis or a walk in I'll feel alright with that.

Just get through these four days, Esther.
Four days.
And then shoot for five.
Just do the best you can.
Make an opportunity happen where possible.
Ignore the excuses whenever possible.
And forgive yourself for your lack of perfection.
Forgive your body for not doing what you want.
Forgive the aches and pains and see it as healing, not pain.

So, yeah. There that is. I got nothing else for you. I can recommend positive blogs if you'd like. I've read a ton trying to cheer myself up and snap myself out of it. Just let me know if you need one of those because, as for today, I am ZERO help in that department.


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WHATSARAHEATS 5/11/2011 9:56AM

    I think you are making great progress. you are pushing through, and getting to the root of the problem. Lots of people lose weight without really facing the problems that are going on in their heads and that's what packs the weight back on- bottling up the feelings of why they gained the weight in the first place.

You are a very strong woman and you have tons of supporters here.

It gets better.

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RUNNINGNP2B 5/11/2011 8:44AM

    Hugs and love and it happens. But the important part is that you don't give up and keep going at it. You will get out of the 320s, I know it. You will do it.

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TRACYZABELLE 5/10/2011 2:21AM

    We all fall at times and feel like we can never recover but we do and we press on which is what you will do-- pick yourself up, brush yourself off and do ti again.. POSITIVE SELF TALK dump the negativity.. YOU can do anything-- YOU ARE WORTH THE EFFORT

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ERIN1128 5/9/2011 6:37PM

    What amazes me about you is that even when you think you're blowing it, you're in actuality still pushing ahead! You're continuing to try to work through it, instead of just writing everything off. I think the "four days" philosophy" is a great idea...I think in general, maybe short-term goals are what you need to focus on right now, so it doesn't all feel so overwhelming.

And don't ever apologize for not being positive or whatever...we're all here for each other, in good times and bad. :-) Big hugs to you!

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MAMADELIGHT 5/9/2011 6:18PM

    I really like that.. Stop trying to be perfect. Make those 4 days count - and be good the other three. I am taking that away.

We all need tantrums and witchyness once in awhile, and then people realize how wonderful you usually are.

Take care of yourself, Mama.

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CANNIE50 5/9/2011 5:01PM

    A line from a Queen song ran through my head while reading your blog: "under pressure". I know I can put too much pressure on myself and then I put too much pressure on others and then I feel like a pressure cooker with no valve and POW - explosion and mess and awfulness. I have no great advice and I sure won't recommend therapy, that always made me feel worse and shifted my focus to problems. You are a very detail oriented person - maybe step back a bit. You already have so many good habits in place, maybe you can auto pilot on a few of them. Another thought I had is that you may be doing something I do which is "piling". I am upset about something so then I think of all the things I am upset about and then I start reaching in the future to think of things I could be upset about and things that have already happened that I am still upset about and and and, and finally I have to tell myself STOP. For me, the mantra is "breathe and pray, honey, breathe and pray". I wish you peace of mind and progress and I wish I could wave a magic wand and give it to you emoticon. It will come and when it does, it will be sweet.

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SNOOKUMS19 5/9/2011 5:00PM

    Cut yourself some slack on the positive blogs. When I blog its to get all the stuff out of me. Somedays good stuff some days not so good stuff. I hate when I hear friends make me feel bad for a bad day. We all have them but know to be kind to yourself. Drink a warm cup of tea, paint your toes, watch a good chick flick and the next day get on with your bad self! You will find your groove! Your a strong woman! Have a healthy day!

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KKINNEA 5/9/2011 4:42PM

    Keep working on the small, consistent things and you'll keep going!

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TIGERJANE 5/9/2011 3:48PM

    only thing I have to offer, is to point out that you felt so much better after you played tennis yesterday. I always feel better after I do something active and have some time to stop thinking about my feelings for a little bit. So perhaps you should play more tennis?

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UNICORN212 5/9/2011 3:32PM

    I feel for you - my daughter hasn't mailed my card yet (she has her issues, so I forgive her) and DH? Well, lets just say I got a hug and a kiss and leave it at that. So you are not alone there.

As to your progress - go to your page and look at your progress photos. You have done a great job. Yes, you still have more work to do, and yes, it is work. But you have already come a long way. And you CAN get back on track and lose the next hundred pounds. It will take a while, but you have already proved that you have what it takes. So look at those photos again!

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SARAHJ19 5/9/2011 2:56PM

    Can I just say...did I write this?!?! As I was reading this I am really in the same boat as you. I can relate with you in so many ways! My Mother's Day was not the best, I feel extremly unppreciated by my hubby. I expressed to him how I felt and then I told him I was hello why am I saying sorry for the way that I feel!!! So not fair!

Esther, you are on the right track girl. Look at all the positives you have done so far for today! Keep pushing through and you will get into your groove. That is what I am doing today...pushing through until I find my groove again. After a weekend of eating Snickers, Mexican, chips & is time to get a grip of myself and get things together!

I wish it was so much easier, but it's not. emoticon Remember your spark friends are here and ready to help! Hope the rest of your day goes better. emoticon

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MAGPIE17 5/9/2011 2:46PM

    HUgs, hon.

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LOTUSFLOWER 5/9/2011 2:37PM

    emoticon Sometimes it feels like we are running through mud. And then more of that, and day...we awaken and the sun is out and we jump up only to land firmly on our capable feet. I could relate to everything you've said here, everything, I could have written this last week. Thank you for being so open and honest and sharing, you are helping others and I have a feeling that writing this all down helped you, too. And YOU are beautiful and are a fighter and YOU are going to reach your destination and then some. One day, hour, sometimes minute at a time. Go the distance these next 4 days, and then go a step more..and more...and more.. You will get there.

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TEAM-SARAH 5/9/2011 2:14PM

    I'm really impressed with the fact that you're just doing what you know you need to do in spite of feeling so down. I can't imagine what you are going through, but I know you'll come out stronger, because you always seem to do just that :) You have nowhere to go but up!

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