Saturday, June 01, 2013
I've had the weirdest week with my weight.
OK...you remember the experiment I was doing?
Well, it hasn't gone so well.
Just as a reminder, here is the Hypothesis:
"Hypothesis: If I eat 1200- 1250 calories, drink, 8 glasses of water, and walk for 2 miles, every day, I will lose 1.4 pounds "
On Sunday, I weighed 199 pounds.
On Monday I went out for my walk/run and wasn't exactly sure of the length so when I came back and measured it, i found that it was 2.5 miles. So, I tweaked the experiment to look like this:
"Hypothesis: If I eat 1200- 1250 calories, drink, 8 glasses of water, and walk for 2.5 miles, 6 days (resting on Sunday), I will lose 1.4 pounds "
So I stuck to this new plan. On Wednesday, I got on the scale at the usual time and found out that I had lost about 3 pounds (196.4, I think), which I thought was weird because I had never lost that much weight before in a week, except the first one, I think. Then, on Thursday, I got up and weighed myself and I had gained a whopping approximately 7pounds (203.1)! I felt bloated and swollen all over, and my appetite wasn't much of anything that day or yesterday, until last night before I went to bed, it came back...sort of. Today, I'm not really hungry either so I know that my calories are down as well. I just feel yucky all over but not really sick in a way that I can put my finger on.
But anyway, on Friday, I got up, weighed myself, and was still 203. So today when I woke up and weighed in, I weighed about 201.
Thursday I got stormed out of my walk/run. Friday, I did my planned miles. Today there were more thunderstorms, so I didn't get to log any mileage, and I weighed in at 203.
My calories were as follows:
I haven't finished today yet, obviously.
I believe this is just water weight, and I eat a low sodium diet, tracking my sodium to keep it 2300mg and below each day, if possible. But if this keeps up, how will ever know what I actually weigh? And how will this work for the Summer Challenge I'm in?
I'm thinking of cutting my sodium even more. Maybe that will help. Maybe my body is just really sensitive to it.
I've already checked with the doctor so I know there are no health problems causing this. It's just a strange thing.
I wonder if my digital scale is acting up? Has anyone else out there experienced anything like this?
Friday, May 31, 2013
With reference to my previous blog, I love to look at people.
When I look at people, I take in all of them...their faces, skin color, eyes, texture and color or their hair, the composition of their face with all the shadows and lines, their clothing, including the textures, colors, and fabrics of the clothing they choose to wear, and especially take notice of the way they accentuate their features and personality with hair dyes, hats, jewelry, piercings, and all other manner of accessories.
As I look at all these ways that people express themselves in their dress and the way they carry themselves, I am fascinated by the way we are all so different and yet so beautiful.
And it doesn't seem to matter whether one is young or old, the desire to express oneself in one's clothing cannot seem to be escaped.
and it causes me to take pause. . .
How have I been expressing MYSELF in the last day? week? month? year? decade? or more?
The truth is, I got lost along the way. I forgot, or maybe I just didn't realize that this is one of the most profound ways that a person can say to the world, "This is what I'm all about!"
I've been skimming through Poupetta's photographs again on fliker. They do my heart a lot of good and they also are helping me to find my way out of depression and a loss of knowing how to express the REAL me who isn't depressed.
I have the heart of an artist...a musician, painter, writer, thespian, composer, designer, and collector of beautiful, yet imperfect things. I love to dig around flea markets and find things that have beautiful lines and curves, textures, colors, etc., but that have been marred in some way...perhaps broken and glued back together. When I buy these scarred things and take them home to enjoy, they speak to me, on a deeper level, of redemption.
So, as I look around at all the beautifully expressive people, choosing to say, "This is what I'm all about!" all around me, I am beginning to think long and hard about a signature style that will be all my own when I have reached my weight-loss goal. It will be a style that is fitting to an artist, so it will be colorful, full of various textures and prints, bold jewelry, and will include head wear and glasses of various colors, shapes, and sizes. I will go to my closet and pull out items to mix and match so that I can express myself, and give glory to God for creating me with this unique personality. It will be my gift to a world that is full of stress, struggles, and sadness.
Friday, May 31, 2013
A few years ago, when I struggling with the first signs of aging in my face, I was really distressed about it....especially in this culture where it seems that beauty is a god, wrinkles and fat are forbidden, and perfection is a must...even at the cost of going under the knife.
One night, as I was online, I stumbled across a photography project on www.flicker.com called, "The 100 Strangers Project". www.flikr.com/groups/100strangers/
So, I took my unhappy self straight away to the project which is designed, as I recall, to help photographers, whether novice or professional, expand their people skills. The idea is to approach a complete stranger with your camera, explain to the person what you are doing, get to know them a little bit, take their photo, get their permission to post it on flicker, and then post it. One of my favorite photographers was Poupetta.
I spent the entire night awake, looking through pages upon pages of the photographs of strangers' faces from around the world...all shapes, ages, sizes, with various colors of skin, eyes, and hair. During the night, as I looked at the photographs and read the stories about the people, I was captivated by them. Some of them especially drew me to them like magnets and it was so difficult to look away and go on to the next photograph because these particular people were so deeply attractive to me. They were not the conventional beauties.
By the time the sun came up I found that of all the people I had viewed, young and old, the ones that had the strongest effect of my soul were the ones who had deep lines and wrinkles in their faces. Some of them had missing teeth or no teeth at all, and their hair might be matted because of neglect or homelessness. Some had scars from who knows what kind of attack, torture, or mishap? Their faces were simply amazing! These wrinkles, lines, and scars were not something to be afraid of...no! They were the evidence of deep love (given, received, lost, rewarded), hard work, striving, caring, losses, happiness, pain, passion, courage...
and I was no longer afraid to grow old.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
My grandson is about to make his entrance into the world. My daughter is having all the symptoms of early labor.
Please pray that she doesn't go into labor at night because it is difficult for her to get to the hospital at night.
Also, she is high risk, so please pray for an easy and safe delivery for both her and our little boy.
I live several hours from her so it will take a while for me to get there. I'm exhausted right now so i can't leave. She isn't actually due for another almost three weeks, but it doesn't look like this little guy wants to wait that long.
thank you, yet again!
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
I'm still following my experiment as closely as possible, and today, I was running around all day and didn't get to eat the way that I should.
I ate high fiber cereal and almond milk for breakfast, grabbed 1/3 of a black forest subway sandwich on 5-grain oat bread filled with veggies and spread with avocado and topped with mustard. finally for dinner, i ate kale, fresh tomato, pork loin, and an orange...and only ended up with a whopping 800+ calories for the day.
I decided that the only way to get enough calories in my already stuffed belly, was to eat a couple of White chocolate macadamia nut cookies...which i did.
Now I have always thought of cookies as the perfect dessert. They are sweet. They are soft, yet they also have a bit of a crunch. And they are rich. In fact, I used to have to hide cookies from myself...especially if I was dieting and my husband decided to buy cookies...because I could eat an entire package within one or two days. (A few years ago, I could have polished them off much quicker than that.)
I just have to say this:
Never in my life did I ever think that I would eat cookies and hate every minute of it, but it happened tonight. I couldn't stand the taste of them.
They were too sweet, too fatty, too...too everything.
I'm still sitting here, nauseated from those cookies, hoping I never see another cookie in my lifetime.
Now that's amazing!
And I'm so grateful for it!
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