Thursday, March 17, 2011
My company subscribes to a couple of 'wellness" magazines for us, like Prevention, Men's Health, Women's Health, etc. Today I was looking at Prevention and one of the cover stories was something like "lose 20 pounds and 2 sizes in 2 weeks!". And I remember back in 2008 when I did Weight Watchers one of the women on the View was featured in an article about how she lost 20 lbs. and went from a size 16 to a size 6. I mean, really? 5 sizes with just 20 pounds?
Does anyone out there truly drop 2 (or 5!) complete sizes when they lose 20 lbs??? I've lost 31 pounds so far and I am STILL a size 14 which is where I started! Granted 31 lbs. ago clothes were tight and I was just starting to wear a loose size 16, and today a 14 is loose - but not loose enough to go down to a size 12.
SO while I am happy with my progress I'm pretty frustrated that the lost pounds and inches has not yet translated into a smaller clothing size. I think it is a conspiracy to help mask the obesity epidemic. I think the larger the size the wider weight range it covers in order to hide just how large we are getting, so we can say the "average" size in the US is a size 12 or 14 - which doesn't sound too too bad - instead of what the true average size is (whatever it may be). Does that make sense?
Anyway....progress! I've re-discovered my waist, my double chin has disappeared & I think cheekbones are starting to emerge!
9 lbs down, 195 lbs
20 lbs down, 184 lbs
30 lbs down, 174 lbs
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
My Sensei says the best defense...is not to be there at all. We all know cardio is important so when the zombies start coming the people who can run the fastest & farthest have the best odds of initial survival.
Remember, zombies hate fast food!
Come join Team Zombie and learn how you, too, can beat the odds and live through the coming zombie infestation without developing a taste for braaaaiiiiinnnnnnssss.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
I am in Stage 3 of the Spark Plan and one of my week 1 assignments was to find a motivational quote. So like a good soldier I dutifully went to Goodsearch.com, typed in "motivational quotes" and started clicking on links.
One of the 1st quotes to come up was this: "I am wealthy. Wealth is not the physical cash. Money is just a by-product of wealth. Wealth is intangible. My purpose, my potentials, my mentality, and my knowledge are my wealth. It's just that they are not yet transformed into their monetary equivalent."
Written in 2011 by Sheye Hassan --- Nigeria
The same day I read the Editor's note in a magazine I subscribe to which started off with the saying "My health is my wealth". The gist of the editorial was that taking care of ourselves is more important, and ultimately more rewarding, than the pursuit of money.
As March was also approaching, leading up to St. Patrick's Day and the pursuit of the leprechaun's pot of gold, both of these items really resonated with me and I have spent the last 2 weeks thinking about them.
I have always equated wealth with money..."If only I was rich I would be happy"..."The people who say money can't buy happiness don't know where to shop". Believe me, as a partially recovered shopaholic I know where to shop.
But I started thinking what good is being wealthy if one is too unhealthy to enjoy life? Money can only buy health to a certain extent...it can't cure heart disease, or diabetes, or cancer or any of the myriad minor and major health issues that affect the quality of our lives. It can't give one the energy or stamina to engage in activities or change one's self-image.
So I have to redefine what wealthy is in my mind. Wealth is not about the money. Wealth is about being healthy, about enjoying what makes me happy, about the things I CAN do and the things I WILL do. It is about having family and friends and mutual support. Wealth is being able to share my knowledge, lend a helping hand, admit and learn from my weaknesses and mistakes.
Above all, wealth is a choice. I choose to be happy with who I am now and the person I am becoming.
I choose to have the kind of wealth that matters.
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
Last Monday while taking my daughter to her tumbling class I passed the local yoga studio and thought to myself "Maybe I'll stop one of these days and check it out."
So I get to work the next day and waiting in my e-mail is a Groupon deal...for my local yoga studio, 5 classes for $25 total. I'm a little slow on the uptake sometimes but even I figured out I was being given a message, so I bought the offer & printed out my coupon.
On Wednesday the local paper arrives and in it is a coupon for 7 days free at the local gym. General Treadmill, the hero of the Battle of the Cookies, is probably past his retirement age & keeps telling me it takes 30 minutes to walk a mile (I'm out of shape but I'm not THAT out of shape!), so I clip the coupon & figure why not. I'll get 7 days free and I can see if the also offer Zumba or some other fitness class since my Friday night Zumba class has been cancelled.
I procrastinated the rest of the week (my son has a t-shirt that says Procrastinators Unite Tomorrow! I love that shirt) but Monday, while my daughter is tumbling I stop in to the yoga place first. It turns out that not only do I have my 5 half price classes but the first week is free anyway and I can go to as many classes that free week as I want. I tell them I'll be back on Wednesday, the first day I can make one of the scheduled classes.
Next stop is the gym. It's your normal gym set-up, $34 per month, no contract, and I get the first 7 days free. Plus they have zumba, boxing, and other classes. I fill out my guest pass and tell them I'll be back later that night.
I do the gym thing Monday & Tuesday nights. Today I leave work early to make sure I get to yoga on time. Tonight's class is Basic I for beginners. I have no idea what that means. My only knowledge of yoga is Wii Fit Plus and I always fall down so I don't do it.
And of course there is more traffic than usual and an accident on the freeway so my 30 minute drive takes an hour. But I make it there with 5 minutes to spare, go into the room - which is pretty dark - and try to unroll my yoga mat. Never used one before, the stupid thing kept rolling back up, I'm fighting with it making slapping noises against the floor trying to get it unrolled & keep it that way while everyone else is meditating or sleeping or whatever while being really really quiet.
Class starts and I discover it's just basic stretching like we do in karate to warm up. So I can keep up and do all the poses more or less. Towards the end we just lay there relaxing for several minutes. Someone fell asleep and we could hear snoring. The instructor had us turn onto our side for the final pose and then "flow into the sitting position".
At that point...let's just say that having chili with beans for lunch was probably not the smartest thing I've ever done.
So I survived my first yoga class and head of to the gym.
After 2 days on the treadmill I need to do something else so I do 30 minutes on a bike. There are 6 or 7 bikes all in a row, all empty except for me. I'm on the 2nd bike from the end pedaling my heart out. In walks a gentleman wearing what looks like the bottom half of one of those silver sauna suits, the ones that are supposed to make you sweat more or something. He's very shiny in any case. And which bike does he decide to use? You got it, right next to me. Fortunately I have very large headphones and didn't make eye contact so after a few minutes he got up and went onto exercise next to someone else.
After the bike I went to the elliptical. I swear I was going backwards on the thing. About halfway through I look down and discover there is a 4 inch hole in my pants along my inner thigh where the seam has separated. Who knows how long it's been like that. 2 inches higher & I would have been in trouble for indecent exposure.
Afterwards back in the locker room I realize I can't remember which locker I hung my coat in. There is, of course, another lady in there changing, & I feel weird opening each locker to find my coat. So I hang out in the bathroom part until she's done & leaves. She probably thought I was some sort of weirdo stalker or something. I finally found my coat, in the last locker I looked in.
So ends my adventure for today. Next week...salsa class (maybe).
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