Monday, April 12, 2010
So, I don't know what the difference between today and yesterday was, but I woke up feeling like my tummy was significantly less rotund than usual. Not flat by any means, but more like a small mound of fat sitting on top of a potentially "flat someday" tummy. Perhaps I've been feeling really bloated lately or perhaps I'm starting to feel like working out is actually working, but there was a definite difference.
I've been kind of stalled for the past month or so, and I've been feeling discouraged. I've got no one to blame but myself because I haven't been trying as hard as I did when I first joined SP. But I don't know... between the hard tautness that is my outer thigh and this noticeable shrinking of my tum, I'm feeling pretty good about where I'm heading. Frankly, I can't wait to get there!
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Tonight, I'm going to "cheat" on my "diet."
Except that I'm not, because a) "cheating" implies some kind of furtive, impulse-based eating; and b) you can't cheat on a diet if you're not really on a diet, except in the classical definition of the word. I don't think of what I'm doing as dieting. I'm making a concentrated effort to eat more healthy food. I use the calorie range goals recommended by SP, but I don't obsess over them. To me, the most important thing is to eat more lean protein, whole grains and vegetables. It's just awfully handy that those items tend to be lower in fat and calories than other foods.
Sometimes, it's a special occasion and I feel the need to splurge a little. But whenever possible, I prepare for splurging in advance. For instance, last week I was going to an Irish pub for St. Patrick's Day and knew I would be eating potentially fatty foods and drinking whiskey and beer. So on Monday and Tuesday, I ate foods on the lower end of the fat/calorie spectrum. Same thing with tonight's dinner. Oddly enough, it's another Irish-themed dinner. This time, it's a set menu, so I don't have as much control over what I'm consuming. Which is why I'm being pretty conservative for the rest of my food today and tomorrow. Similarly, I'm getting together with friends on Saturday and don't even want to contemplate the amount of calories we usually consume. So I'm having some stodgily healthy oatmeal for breakfast, vegetables and a chicken breast for lunch, and I'm heading to the gym for a lengthy session before joining my friends and the evil mudslide bottle. (Also contemplating bringing vodka and diet tonic or a 6 pack of Guinness Draught so I don't get distracted by girly drinks.) I will eat the fancy cheeses and the Mexican dip and the bread pudding, but I will not get carried away. And I may contribute veggies, mini pitas and hummus to our spread (as well as the bread pudding, which is entirely my own damned fault).
And then, once this unaccustomed burst of socializing is past, I'll go back to the normal plan. I firmly believe that you can splurge and still be mindful. SP member KARVY09 mentioned in a recent blog post that she believes that when we "fall off the wagon" or "splurge" or "get off track" (whatever you choose to call it), we still keep the stuff we've learned in mind. So the situation is most likely not as dire as it used to be. Splurging now means something different than it did four months ago. In the past, I would often continue eating after I was full simply because the food still tasted good. My satiety switch seems to be out of whack. Now I order smaller servings whenever possible, request a box early and really think about what I'm ordering. But not at the expense of enjoying a meal.
I guess we'll see how planned "cheating" effects me on Monday!
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
The one thing I've learned from annual performance reviews and goal setting at work is that goals must be specific, measurable and time-targeted. And on that note, I have taken out my handy-dandy homemade 18 month calendar and come up with a plan. What better target date than Independence Day? It's fifteen weeks from now, which is a nice round number. Here it is:
- Barring injury or illness, I will complete C25K by July 4, 2010.
- I will lose between 22 and 30 pounds by July 4, 2010.
- I will get at least six hours of sleep per night every night. (I know that's not much, but it's more than I often get.)
- I will get my eight cups of water every day.
- I will eat at least five servings of fruits and vegetables every day.
- I will drink no more than 40 ounces of diet soda per week.
- I will get at least 20 minutes of intentional, sweat-inducing exercise per day.
- I will spend at least ten minutes per day doing nothing more than reading, thinking, gardening or petting my cat. No television, music, phone, internet, or other distractions allowed during that time.
- I will plan my meals in advance whenever possible, including dining out.
- I will purchase my lunch in the cafeteria no more than once per week, but preferably only every other week.
- I will have one small piece of good chocolate every day. (One can overdose on virtue!)
It sounds like a lot, but I think it's very doable. I need to take charge of my life instead of letting it happen to me.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Two months ago, I was a relatively new SparkPeople user. One month ago, I was well on my way to becoming a veteran and was teetering on the brink of losing my first fifteen pounds. Three months in, I've stalled, gained a pound or two and gotten sort of lazy. I have to ask myself, "What gives?" I feel like I've fallen into the "I'm doing okay, so I don't have to follow things as strictly." Uh... wrong! Now is precisely the time to stick to the plan, log everything and stay motivated. If I'm seeing results, it means I'm doing the right thing and should keep going. It doesn't mean that I can just relax and do whatever I feel like. Or actually, I can, as long as I relax post-workout and I always make sure what I feel like doing is preparing healthy food, watching what I eat, and getting healthy exercise.
Last night, I squeezed in a run before my condo's annual meeting. It's been a while, so I decided to "reboot" my C25K with a return to week one. I was appalled at how tired and out of breath I was. This is not the girl who earned the shapely calf muscles or the loss of two inches around my thighs. The girl who speeds around her building, up and down the stairs, hair flying in a breeze of my own creation. No, this girl was the fat girl trying to sneak back in. And I'm not having it. Nobody invited you back, fat girl, and you are not welcome in my head. I'm going on the attack!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Lately, I've been feeling pretty good about the way I look and feel. I've only lost fourteen pounds so far...
Okay, hold up. I have to interrupt myself for a second. "Only" fourteen pounds? That's just over 6% weight loss. And it's almost 20% of the total I want to lose. That's pretty freaking amazing! Okay, now that I have set myself straight, I can continue with my blog post. Where was I going with this, again? Oh, yeah.
... fourteen pounds so far, but I can definitely feel and see the effects of the weight loss I've had. For one thing, it's hard to miss the fact that I'll be hitching up my pants all day because I forgot to put on the suddenly necessary belt I bought last week. Anyway, I feel good. So it's always a surprise when I look in the mirror and I'm not already at my goal weight. For some reason, the me I picture is slimmer and sexier than the me I see. Maybe it's residual effects from the hypnosis MP3s I tried out last year! Whatever the reason, it's made me much more confident and flirty than I have been for the past several years.
It's like Fernando used to say, "When you look good, you feel good. And dahling, you look maaaahvelous!" Only in my case, I think it's more, "When you feel good, you look good. And honey, I feel freakin' fantastic!" And just to emphasize the fact, I bought my fifteen pound reward. (Official weigh-in is at fourteen, but I spotted fifteen lost on the scale over the weekend. It was in the middle of a roaring "no dinner, too much booze and I just can't face eating now" hangover- worst I've had in years and it better be the last time I subject myself to that nonsense. [Word to the wise, never drink with an Irish band and drunk women you met in a bathroom.] But anyway, I saw it and I'm claiming it.) It wasn't the reward I'd planned, but it was the reward I needed- a mid-thigh black double-breasted trench coat. I look like a tall and slender femme fatale in that coat! Sidney Bristow, eat your heart out!
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