Friday, July 24, 2009
May I tell you something before I write about my theory? After my run last night, I got on the scale. I only "count" my morning weight, but sometimes for fun, I'll get on the scale at night, too.
1.2 pounds below my lowest weight.
46 pounds gone. An immeasurable weight lifted on the inside, too.
I'm still giggling, grinning, laughing, celebrating...
Like _RAMONA has on her page, being fat is hard, losing weight is hard, maintaining weight is hard. Choose your Hard.
I'll take THIS kind of hard ANYDAY! :P
On with the blog...and more of my theories about life.
I've been doing LOTS of thinking since I started on this weight loss journey. That's because there's tons of space left in my brain cuz I'm not saying "you're fat, you're fat, you're fat" over and over and over.
One of the many things I've been thinking about is the differences in our eating issues. I think I've narrowed them down to three main categories.
1) Emotional Eating
2) Addictive Eating
3) Tired Eating
Emotional eating of course is angry, sad, depressed, bored, happy eating.
Addictive eating is eating because you crave the taste or want something in your mouth.
Tired eating is eating for energy to move one more step or stay up one more minute.
I think each one requires different approaches for changing behavior patterns.
But first, I think it's important to identify which one's going on for you at any given moment.
Ya gotta know the monster before you figure out the killer poison to neutralize it.
Over the past 18 months, I've gotten very clear on where I fall here.
And as for Emotional eating, I think I'm crazy lucky in that department. I've been paying attention closely to my eating for the past 18 months and have never been tempted even once to eat for emotional reasons.
I'm absolutely a Tired eater and in second place once in awhile I'm an Addictive eater. I crave a taste, or a texture so strong I can't resist.
I'm fortunate that I don't overeat while I'm indulging in the Addictive eating. For me, the addictive eating is easy to get past. The blog I just posted yesterday, talking about savoring the treat with my eyes closed fixes that every time.
The Tired eating? That one's tough. I'll write more about that this weekend.
For now, I'd love to hear what you think of my theory and where you think you fall on these three.
Friday, July 24, 2009
I don't know how this happened, but my blog got posted out here twice. The other one has a silly picture of a messy girl, along with something about my 46 pounds off.
Here's a link to that one.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Next time you decide to indulge in a treat, a piece of decadent chocolate, a bowl of ice cream, a slice of pie or cake...
Once you've truly decided to HAVE the treat, there's no room here for guilt. The decision's been made. I believe you're better off enjoying it, making the most of it, getting the pleasure out of it that you were hoping to get.
Here's an idea for getting the most of it, for savoring the moment and leaving the experience feeling satisfied, satiated, filled....
Get the treat out from wherever it's stored. Get it prepared, ready...
When you're just about to take that first bite...
Stop whatever you're doing. Don't move. Don't be running, walking, wiggling, bouncing, talking, emailing, planning or even thinking. Just stand or sit.
Be still. Be present. Breathe in.
Then, right before you put that bite in your mouth, close your eyes, and keep them that way.
Savor the taste, the texture, the sound, the pleasure...with your eyes closed.
Chew slowly. Swallow deliberately, letting your body know you're giving it something.
Don't open them until you're ready for the next bite, and then only open them to make sure the amazing treat doesn't land on your shirt or the floor when you take your next bite.
Repeat. Close Your Eyes. Savor. Slowly.
Once you realize the satisfying pleasure this is?
Try it with your breakfast, lunch and dinner.
QUOTE: "I have this theory that chocolate slows down the aging process.... It may not be true, but do I dare take the chance?" ~ Unknown
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
The more tracking and measurement things I put in place, the less mysterious and emotional losing weight becomes. It's doing, tracking, observing, adjusting, doing, tracking, observing, adjusting.
Because I get bored easily, I'm always looking for new music, new workouts, new challenges. Recently I've found some new fun on my bike - I met someone a few months ago to ride with occasionally on the Hike and Bike Trail. And about a month ago, I met my new friend Peter, who I've been going with on long, morning weekend rides.
I'm signed up for a Half Marathon in November, and it's time to start training for it. I've been running at the Trail, but although I remember useless numbers like a savant, I can't count or pay attention to calculations while I'm running. I get bored running at an even pace, so I had already started doing some intervals. But paying attention to when to start or stop each incremental interval? Pfft. I got off "track" very quickly, my attention elsewhere.
Enter, The Bosses.
For tracking the calories I burn each time I work out, so I have a big picture idea of what I need to do, I have my Polar F11. If you don't have a heart rate monitor, and you're losing weight, I am impressed. I would not want to live without my Polar. It was the gift that changed my life, and it's been my buddy every single step of the 'weigh'.
I've tracked my calories burned with that against my weight lost with my scale. From that, I know if my eating stays about the same, it takes burning off 4300 calories to see 1 pound come off my body. Now, it's just a matter of doing what it takes. The results have shown up for 43, 44 pounds now.
My goal each week is 2500 calories, and the Polar tells it like it is. If I make it, I get a trophy. If not, I get what I call a turlet-swirlee. It's amazing what I'll do to get my Boss's approval.
Now that I've veered off the trail for bike riding, I'd sure like to know how fast I'm going, how far I'm really going, and what my average speed is. So last week, to reward myself for losing the weight I've lost so far, I bought a bike computer. Now I'm tracking that so I can try to improve my average speed. It measures for me so I don't have to think about it. I got a wireless version so I don't have any more cables tangled around my bike.
Then last week, I also got a Gym Boss. I noticed Lab-Lover talking about doing intervals, and she sure looked like she had those down pretty precisely. So I asked, and she told me. It's a little timer that's extremely easy to figure out. I ordered it for $20 from gymboss.com. You can set one interval or two. It can vibrate, beep or both. You can set a pre-determined number of intervals, or just let it continue to cycle until you can't breathe or want to puke or it gets so dark you can't see to run anymore.
The first day I had it, I thought I'd run 1 minute, walk 2. Halfway through the 2nd minute, I was bored with the walking, so I changed it to 1 minute intervals, and did 1 walk, 1 jog, 1 run. Partway through I thought to myself "I'm just going to walk and jog and not run anymore", but everytime my Boss BUZZED, like a monkey, an automon, I did exactly what I was supposed to do...walk, jog, run. It took all the thinking out of the equation.
I rebel against being bossed around in a major way. There's a disorder called Oppositional Defiant Disorder (ODD) that can be a part of ADD. One day my husband, son and I were at a speech about ADD, when the expert told us all about ODD. BOTH of them looked IMMEDIATELY at me like I was guilty of this or something.
But these new bosses? I've learned that their method of leadership is just what I need.
What tools/gadgets/measurements (besides SP) are you using that really help you stay on track?
Monday, July 20, 2009
Saturday, I was supposed to go on a long bike ride. It was early, we were running a bit late, there was too much indecision, my husband made it easy for me to back out, I joined in and let him. We bagged on the ride, after we were partway to our destination. I was p*ssed off for quite awhile about it at me and at him. "Now I'm not going to get my calories for the week" was obsessively blathering in my head. Oh, poor me, the victim of circumstances beyond my control. How can I blame this on someone else? It's my husband's fault for all the back and forth logistics conversations that make me crazy. It's his fault for saying "We don't have to do this" one too many times.
Bwah. I make my OWN choices, and I'm responsible, right? It was early, so I had many hours before dark to get over myself, which is exactly what I did. Saturday night, just in the nick of time, I took out my new interval timer (I'll blog about this later), and got a respectable 600+ calories burned off on a run.
Sunday morning, we met up with my bike buddy Peter, and this time we made our ride. The ride is called Weir Lost, and I can sure see why!
You have to keep a map with you and watch all the turns.
It was a flat ride, so I put my bike in the hardest gears for a large part of the ride to get a good workout. I ended up burning a little over 900 calories.
My husband left Peter and I to find other riders around his speed. Good thing he found them cuz check out what his map looked like by time he was done with his ride. He'd STILL be lost!
160 calories away from my weekly goal of 2500. I was going to burn those last few with a nice evening walk. But that didn't happen. In fact, NOTHING much happened after that. We went to lunch, we went to see a friend's new baby. Then we went home to indulge in a precious afternoon nap, enjoying the freedom of no one pulling on us. No exchange student, no children, no phones. Perfect. An hour or two, then we were planning to get to work.
The nap started at 4pm. My husband's ended after a few hours, a long nap for us anyway.
Mine? It ended at 6:30 this morning. 14.5 hours later!!
I got up a few times, and made it as far as the couch. I watched my husband type on his computer. I couldn't even imagine sitting upright, let alone plugging it in or lifting the laptop lid. I went downstairs and ate a few things. I found water.
Have you ever been soooo tired that horizontal doesn't even cut it? It's not enough? That was me yesterday.
My hubby calls me the Eveready Bunny sometimes. He said I was like the Eveready Bunny. I've been going for months, little sleep, fire burning within. Energy come from who knows where. I just go and go and go, and then pfft. Boom boom, out go the lights. Like the batteries just got YANKED out of my backside. I wasn't sleeping, I was unconscious. Months of little sleep caught up to me. It didn't matter that I had piles of work to get done by today. I was done getting anything done.
Done being the awake girl.
We have this tube of toothpaste we've been nursing because we keep forgetting to pick some up at the store. You know how you can get more toothpaste out of that tube forever? But then one day, there just isn't one more speck of toothpaste in it? That was me yesterday. I ran out of paste at the same time the tube did.
No more eveready, no more toothpaste, no more lights. Gone. Out.
I feel sooo much better today after giving in to what my mind and body obviously needed.
How was your weekend?
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