Monday, July 28, 2014
I cannot have ice cream in the house. I am simply not one of those people who can eat something in moderation.
We had a family ice cream sundae party after a Christmas in July outing on Saturday. I did really well - small portion, in a smaller bowl, with a banana on the bottom for extra fruit (and to fill the bowl, visually.)
Sunday I had a root beer float. Immediately after I filled a normal sized bowl with ice cream and toppings and ate that, too.
Then I felt sick. Lethargic. Gross. Weighed down.
One bad food choice doesn't break a healthy lifestyle, the same way one good food choice doesn't make a healthy lifestyle.
I didn't throw my hands up and declare the day to be a waste and continue eating poorly.
I put on my bathing suit and went to the pool, pledging to swim double the number of laps I normally do. I swam 16 laps. I had to stop a lot to rest, but I did it. It was just what I needed. The "ick" was gone and my mood and energy level increased.
Then, when I got home, I got dressed for a walk around the block - to be completed after dinner. Well, dinner ended up taking longer to cook than anticipated. We finished just shy of 8:30 p.m. I start kiddo's bedtime at 9:00.
I asked hubby to clean up from dinner and watch kiddo so I could squeeze in a quick walk. I walked the 1.8 miles around the block and a short warm up and cool down. So probably 2 miles, adding 37 minutes to my fitness minutes.
Friday, July 25, 2014
Yesterday afternoon was brutal. My son learned how to climb out of the crib, and was overtired and throwing a massive meltdown refusing to nap. The scale was not kind to me - it stayed exactly the same as last week. (Second week slump?) My husband and I were fighting over nonsense (because he was a tired, grumpy jerk.)
I did not binge eat. I did not break my 365-day No Chocolate challenge.
On a whim I decided to drive to the shore. Packed kiddo up, grabbed the beach bag and some water and just started driving to Cape May. (It's an hour and 15 minutes away.) Kiddo slept and woke up refreshed. And there's just no way to play with a toddler in the waves and stay in a bad mood. He chased sea gulls, I chased him. It was great.
I made healthier food choices, too. We had pizza, but shared a slice. No soda, we drank our water. For our goodie we shared a sugar free water ice (it's like Italian ice, but slushier.) The best treat in the world is fudge from The Original Fudge Kitchen - usually hubby and I would buy a box (one pound) of assorted flavors and enjoy. I bought one square (2 oz.) and shared it with my son.
It didn't even dawn on me until now - a full 24 hours after I left yesterday - just how much different my choices were. I'm pretty proud of myself!
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
I'll update this to keep a digital copy of my non-scale victories. Results are not shown on the scale, they are shown in real life.
1) Wore jean capris that I couldn't even get close to zipping up a few weeks ago.
2) Healthy response to stress: drove to Cape May instead of eating
Thursday, July 10, 2014
I'm lost. And I know it.
I know where I want to be. I know what I need to do to get there.
So why am I not there? Why am I not doing it?
Tonight I logged into SparkPeople for the first time in months. This is a step.
I'm slowly beginning to eat healthier. Make better choices. Watch portion control. Exercise.
I know it takes time. Have you ever read the book The Tipping Point? Good book. The idea is that in anything - getting healthier, fashion trends, anything - it takes time for the small changes, the ones that are so tough to start, to take hold. Once they do, it reaches a tipping point and in the future, these changes won't take nearly as much effort, but will reap larger rewards.
I have to stop beating myself up for being off track. I also need to figure out how to be on track now that I have a toddler. The last time I was on track was when I was pregnant and when he was a newborn. It was so much easier then.
I logged into SparkPeople tonight. That is a step.
Saturday, August 10, 2013
When I was in school my interests, ability and intelligence were all taken into consideration when the guidance counselors and my parents decided which courses I should take. Because of that, I was surrounded by people with similar interests, ability and intelligence. We all worked hard, challenged ourselves. The kids in the "lower" courses worked hard and challenged themselves, but the material was slightly different. The kids in the "higher" courses also worked hard and challenged themselves, and their material was more rigorous than mine.
However, when it came to gym class, all bets were off. Athletes and the sedentary side by side, with the same goals and being graded in the same way.
I hated gym class. (Guess which one I was, the athlete or the sedentary.)
It taught me that I was inadequate. That physical activity was not enjoyable. That only the athletes performed well.
I remember wearing a gray Champion sweatshirt on my last day of running - in June - sweating profusely, but refusing to wear a t-shirt because I wanted to hide my body. I remember thinking: Nobody is ever going to force me to run again. I remember feeling embarrassed that I was sweating so badly, so redfaced, so dead last. Pushing myself unhealthily way past my limits, just to try to keep up with the more fit kids, to minimize the appearance of failing so badly.
Is this any way to educate kids?
It took years for me to move beyond the mentality that exercise was for gym class. To realize that physical movement can be enjoyable. That it is needed for a healthy life. That even though I am not a track star, a field hockey player, that I can compete against myself and be measured against my own ability and progress.
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