Monday, August 04, 2014
Dire warning - or at least, it should be. Maybe I can also be a measure of small hope for some? I'm trying. Again. Really.
272.8 was what my scale said yesterday morning. That was before I had breakfast, based on the menu for this coming week that I set up late Saturday night before going to bed. That was before we went to the grocery armed with a shopping list based on that planned menu. That was before I put my foot down and said no snacks, chips, crap is coming into the house any more. PERIOD!
So that's not the ENTIRE 60 lbs I'd lost previously gained back, but it's close. I keep muttering to myself and to Bill how I'm tired of feeling this way, looking this way, squirming into clothes that don't actually fit and refusing to buy more because I have TOTES full of cute clothes that I use to be able to wear before I ballooned back up again. They're waiting for me, patiently, to pull my head out of my too-large-and-flat behind and do what I have proved works.
Plan meals. Shop based on that plan. Keep crap out - if it's not in, I can't eat it. Allow myself small treats. Make manageable goals, take small steps, continue on. I didn't run a half marathon the first day I laced up my runners and stepped out on the street. No, I sure didn't. I took over a half hour to walk one mile - and that was at full steam, huffin' and puffin' my way along, walking angry and taking control of my life. I'm not all the way back there, but it's still going to take time to get where I want to be again. One step at a time.
I've bee here, off and on. I've worked on at the very least, logging in daily. I'm going to work on tracking my carefully planned menu/meals each day. I'm going to work on increasing my activity and fitness. I've read your blogs and silently cheered or commiserated from the edges. I may not be very visible initially, but don't count me out. Not quite yet.
Monday, April 14, 2014
This Friday, my long-time pal at OHS had to be put to sleep due to insurmountable medical issues.
Buddy Jordan was a happy boy who ate anything given to him He had a voracious love of food, which was escalated due to his illness. It was decided early last week that his health was failing and the humane loving thing to do was to let him go. The shelter was SO kind to allow all of Buddy J's fans and family the time to say their goodbyes before he had to leave. One of the animal care techs and I joked about worrying if his tummy would pop from being so overfull!
Needless to say, I have unfortunately allowed this sad event to throw me off my game. I've self-soothed, as I so often do, with food. Nothing too horrendous, but I gained a pound last week instead of losing one, and I'm not all too concerned with getting back on track.
Or well, I wasn't. I'm taking a breath, looking my sadness in the face, accepting it for what it is, and working my way back to where I should be again - menus, planning, shopping, then actually eating what's planned. I'll get there.
In the meanwhile, Bill and I managed to have an active weekend, regardless. There's something very satisfying/frustrating about hacking grass and dirt from the ground and planting new life in remembrance of a loved one who has moved on before us.
I swerved left.. now I'm steering right. Trying...
Monday, April 07, 2014
So a bit more about me this go-'round. I stepped on the scale Friday morning and was very happy with the number I saw. I was down 3 lbs. The week previous I had only been down 0.4 lbs.
The number on the scale does not define me.. but it sure as h*ll made me smile Friday morning.
Consistency pays off.
I walked around 22.5 miles on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday combined. That was a busy weekend! I burned a lot of calories, so was a little looser with my intake, but still mostly reasonable. No whole bags of whatever for this lil brown duck, nope!
Friday, I worked at the emergency rescue set up by OHS for a seizure they executed back in November.
Saturday, we did a training walk with a friend of 6 miles along my favorite Columbia River trail.
Sunday, we worked on the dog path at the shelter.
I've been working at the emergency rescue at least once a week, every week, since it started. It's in a separate location from the main shelter. I've even spent whole weekends or weeks working at the rescue, caring for the animals there.
That is, in fact, where lil Miss Katie Mae came from.
Once she was surrendered, Bill had decided he loved her too much to let her go to any other family. Fortunately, our other five dogs have mostly agreed with him.
That's the only photo of all six of them that I have for now.
Left to right: Millie (gray), Maggie (red and white), Bubba (white), Katie (red), Benny (gray), Pudgy (red plaid).
I'm hoping to one day get them all lined up and all to stay so I can get another picture.
I can dream, right?
So that's the story of our sixth dog! Yes, I have the Crazy Dog Lady tshirt and wear it often. Rescue work and volunteering has become a large part of what I do when I'm away from work, which is not often enough! It's nice that it's becoming a more active part as well.
All in all, I'm ready for the sunshine we're having here at Portland and all the sunny hours we can be outside. May the sun shine on you as well, wherever you are!
Wednesday, April 02, 2014
That's one of the quirky family sayings we have. 'Stop touching it..' said all sing-songy in a high pitched grating voice, usually referring to an owie but maybe to something that should be left alone - a spider's web maybe. Just silly stuff.
It's not so silly, though, in this instance. You may be more familiar with the saying 'if it ain't broke, don't fix it'. Similar sentiment - just leave it be!
I was touching it, a lot. What? My nutrition. I lost around 50 lbs the first 6/7 months on Spark. I lost the next 10 lbs over maybe 6 more months. And then I stalled. Because I started touching it.
Maybe if I cut out more fat, I'll lose better.
Maybe if I cut out meat, I'll lose faster.
Maybe if I cut out carbs, I'll lose more.
Maybe if I cut out processed foods, I'll lose quicker.
Maybe if I stop touching it, it will work again!
Seriously, I went off plan, off the reservation, off the deep end. Oh, some of it worked, and I did see some results with different tactics. But honestly.. if it worked before, it'll work again. Stop messing with it!
Of course, I'm still in the first stages of getting things turned around and I'm hoping for some kind of sign I'm heading in the right direction come weigh-in day (Friday). I know, I know, many aspects play into the number on the scale, and it's not the end-all, be-all. It's still pretty darned affirming to see that number move in the desired direction.
So. The Spark menu plan has been turned on and is in place. I'm following it for the most part.
I am happier without pasta and rice - it just isn't worth it to me, really. A half cup of either costs an awful lot of calories, I'd rather 'spend' them on something else.
I have nutty/grainy bread now that's satisfying - no white bread, no rolls or flimsy bread stuff. I want something toothsome to be satisfying and worth eating.
Instead of Romaine and/or Spinach, I'm having Earthbound Farm Organic Power Greens - my gosh it's good, spinach and kale and swiss chard.
I'm sticking with smaller portions of full-fat items like yogurt or butter or cheese, rather than having something with reduced/no fat. What do they replace the fat with anyway?
So I'm back to basics, slightly modified. My consumption is hovering between 1500 and 1900 calories a day, depending on what I'm doing that day. I'm trying not to 'game the system' as it were. I know I'll be burning a bit more calories than usual this evening, walking kennel kids, so I justify the taco salad I'll have for dinner.
Evenings and weekends are still a challenge, but I'm enjoying a small serving of hummus with crunchy veg rather than half a family-sized bag of pretzels. I'm trying. I'm not expecting perfection - hence the weigh-in day on Friday, I'll be able to recover from any weekend blunders before the next weigh-in.
I'm making sense of things my own way. Your mileage may vary. Whatever works, embrace it and run with it.
Oh, that's another quirky family saying - take the bull by the horns and run with it.
Get a visual of that. Now chuckle.
Monday, March 31, 2014
I've been logging in consistently to Spark, although not spending a great deal of time on the site.
I've been nailing my water consumption, which although I thought was one of those easy, no-problem things, had also slipped of late.
I've been logging my food and have watched it, day by day, come more into line with 'normal' or 'needed' consumption levels, i.e., I'm not gorging quite as much. I recognize that evening/after dinner eating is my biggest problem and have been conscious of that and am making an effort to control it.
We were very active this weekend. The five mile walk with Bill on Saturday ended up being a total of 7 by the time we factored in moseying the dogs around for their walks, plus more if you count all the shopping and errands we ran as well. Sunday we spent at the emergency rescue caring for the dogs there. Four hours of walking, bending, lifting, squatting, standing. I forgot my Fitbit for the day so I copied over a similar day from a previous week into my Fitness tracker. Once we got home we did home chores and were swamped in puppy love. My legs are a little sore this morning, and it's a pleasant sensation, one that I've missed.
I owe you an update on the dog front, don't I? Well, there are six in the Bailey pack now; yes, that's up from the previous five. Here's a little tease:
More soon, later. I think today's going to be a good day.
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