Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Warning: this video is very, very weird.
The song is because yesterday I saw my friend. It was for less than a minute as he was busy talking to some coworker but he did say hi and I did, too. It had been a while as I haven't been food shopping when he's been working. A small thing, but, hey, I'll take all the smiles I can get. In the interests of weird karma, while I did see him in a totally random and unexpected way, I was also a total mess, as in uncombed hair, no makeup and an old shirt thrown over jeans. I need better flirting outfits! :)
Aside from my buddy being otherwise engaged -- e. g. no time to chat -- I, too, was on a mission. I was walking through the grocery in order to get to City Sports. Why there? Because I need tee shirts!
My current crop are HUGE on me. I bought a few (my husband went with me and he got a few for himself, too), including some that will fit now and others that will fit later. Today I did some tossing, and I'll do some more when the new stuff comes out of the wash. Today, actually, I decided, well, tomorrow it'll be October. There's just no way that it'll be tank top weather again until maybe May. Hence I took out the tanks from my work wardrobe, traded them for bigger or rattier tank tops in my tee shirt drawer and sent the rejects off to Goodwill. I also did this with short sleeved tops although I had fewer smaller versions of those. What I bought was all short sleeved stuff so I'll do the replacement trick with a few there, too.
I'm just tired of swimming in my old clothes. I'm no clothes horse by any means but this stuff is OLD. And it's falling apart, which is a good reason to replace it even if I wasn't losing weight like gangbusters. I'll probably just sleep in these tee shirts but it's still better if they aren't tents.
My smaller pants are getting long on me. These are 22s, pants that were impossible dreams not that long ago. Soon enough, they'll be fodder for Goodwill as I zoom past, on my way to double digit sizes that don't start with a 2. I am anticipating the day when I can call the large women's catalogs I get (Woman Within, Jessica London, that sort of thing) and ask them to take me off their mailing list as I won't be needing their stuff any more.
So long, ensign …
Monday, September 29, 2008
In case you don't know, a Bar Mitzvah is a coming of age ceremony. Essentially it means, you're thirteen, you're a man (or a woman, if you're a girl and it's a Bat Mitzvah). This is where I was all weekend -- doing the Bar Mitzvah thing with my older nephew and a hundred nearest and dearest.
I am tired. Man, I am beat. It's not just from all of the traveling and the change in the routine, but also because my husband and I went to the hotel gym on Saturday. We walked/jogged on treadmills, lifted weights, swam in the pool and marinated in the hot tub. It was delightful and we didn't feel like, oh God, what a chore, what a millstone around our necks, what a horrible obligation. Instead, it was fun, and we wanted to go back to the pool before leaving. The only two things stopping us were the lifeguard wasn't going to be there before we left plus we would've had an issue transporting that much volume in the way of wet swimsuits. :)
As for food, I did very well if I must say so myself. Now, I could've gone without the alli. Heck, I could've left it at home if I wanted to. But I didn't want to get out of that habit. So I took it at every meal and was careful. And yanno something? At the reception my plate was piled skyhigh, but it was roasted vegetables, salads and some salmon. I never felt deprived and always felt like I was a part of what was happening.
At the reception, we also danced a bit. My husband isn't too into dancing but we did the obligatory hora and I managed to get him off his feet to dance to the B52s' "Love Shack". It was a blast; my cousins were also dancing and we found out we had that in common as well. I wish we could see my cousins more often as they're fun people. It's hard when they're in New York or New Jersey and we're here in Massachusetts.
Oh yeah, and the icing on the Bar Mitzvah cake is that I lost 4 lbs. and my butt, heh, that measurement is FINALLY under 50" (49" if you please)!!! Therefore, I had, as we say, an awesome, excellent, kick-bun (rapidly disappearing bun) week/weekend!
A Bar Mitzvah is a regeneration. It's a transition. You move from childhood to adulthood. We don't use the New Testament but it does have a great quote that sums it all up, from 1 Corinthians 13:11: “When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.”
And that's what it is, you move from one phase to another one.
And so it is with weight loss, at least it is with a huge weight loss such as I'm going through. You move from one stage to another, and then another. The Bar Mitzvah, for me, was my first truly large goal. It was a definite place, an end point that I could neither change nor weasel out of nor negotiate away. And now it has come and gone, but I am still here, and I am still committed, and I am still losing and I am pushing through to the next phase.
What's the next phase? I suppose it's to finish up the calendar year and see how far I get. The end of the year is another hard stop, another date that cannot be moved no matter how much I desire it. I changed my ticker to 100 lbs. off as that is a huge milestone and is also my next alli goal. I'll probably, from now on, for the most part have the ticker follow the alli goals. How far do I really, honestly, heart to heart, it's just us talking, you and me, where do I feel I'm going to be at New Year's?
New Year's is a different proposition as it is a major massive milestone. After all, it's when I started all of this. I said to my husband, "My New Year's Resolution is to treat myself better.". And so I am walking that walk. Where will I be when resolution time rolls around again? Ah, gentle reader, that's a mystery.
Come along with me as we journey through this, the next phase. Sometimes I'll lead, sometimes you will. And when you do, I will follow.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Dang, I love that song.
Okay, oops, what was my point?
One, I'll be away for the weeknd. The Bar Mitzvah weekend has arrived! I'm feeling good. I know I'm not super-thin but that's okay. After all, I still have over 100 lbs. to lose in order to hit healthy BMI. But I look infinitely better than I did and, more importantly, I feel a heckuva lot better.
I've also scoped out my food as well as I can, and essentially have a little list of what to eat. No spontanaeity, but, truly, that's not essentially with this. I do hope it doesn't pour down rain every single day but that is a very real possibility.
The other thing is -- and it's weird -- is I started a little bit of jogging. Just in the morning, just to get to the bus, just because I'm late. And I'm finding I feel perfectly fine. No shortness of breath. No shin splints. No knee pain. No extra fatigue beyond the usual.
I feel totally fine. I've been doing it for three days now and I certainly don't go very fast, but my legs are going up and there are moments when neither foot is on the ground and it's almost -- dare I say it? -- fun.
I've never, ever had a runner's high. And I realize I'm not getting one now. And I've always thought of myself as being the sort of person who would be bored silly with a lot of running. That actually hasn't changed much. But at the same time, I'm enjoying the feeling of going just a tiny bit faster. It's not much. As Jimmy Buffett sang in "Everybody's On the Run" (a song that isn't on Youtube, but SHOULD be):
First time I ran
was to the end of the block
Well, I haven't gotten that far yet. It's a long block. On Tuesday I ran 1/4 of it. On Wednesday I ran 1/3 of the block. And today I jogged for half of the block.
I don't know what the next few days will bring. I'll do my best to eat right and get in some exercise but, frankly, if it's not perfect I'm not going to beat myself up about it.
And when I get home, I'll resume my jogging ways. That block is going to be conquered. I will do it.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Today I smiled at the homeless guy who I see almost every morning and every afternoon, walking to and from my office to the bus stop.
Now, this guy is no threat and it is no come on. It was just a smile. A little smile. And the dude smiled back a little.
And I thought to myself, my smile isn't so expensive that I can't give it away.
So I gave it away.
Now, I don't smile at everyone on the planet, of course. I do not walk around all day long, grinning like and idiot and looking as if the only reason I'm out and about is because the institution had no free chairs.
No. Of course not. But if I'm feeling good or at least neutral, what the heck? Why not?
There's a psychological value to smiling. It literally can make you happier. Even if you're not feeling so hot. Smile anyway. I don't mean: deny your feelings. Of course not! You have feelings. And they are wonderful and important and appropriate, no matter what they are and no matter what the circumstances are.
But if you want to be happy, and you aren't, try it. Smile therapy. Smile exercises. Just a little each day. A shy upturn of the lips to the paperboy in the morning. A small brightening of the face when you return a library book. A tiny shining of the eyes when you pay your trolley fare or pass every third house on your street or hear the word "interface" used in a sentence. Hey, whatever works for you. Select your own triggers, whatever they may be. And you may find that other things become triggers, things you never even thought about. These days, for me, the phrase "thank you" is a trigger, whether I say it or hear it, it doesn't seem to matter. I just smile. Certain people are triggers for me. I just can't help smiling when I see them. And yanno something? They smile right back.
And, today, I have more to smile about. I made my fifth alli goal. This means I have lost over 25 % of my initial weight. No, I haven't made it to my 90 lbs. off ticker, but so what? I'm smiling anyway.
And my measurements? Good news! I made a few new personal bests this week! My left bicep is down to 14.25"! My bust is down to an actually manageable 45.25"! My band is a sweet 38.75" -- I may, one of these days, start wearing a bra that's smaller than a 40! My hips are tied for two previous personals best of 46.25"! Only the rear and the thigh went up, 1" and .25", respectively. But, yanno, so what?
I'm smiling anyway.
My smile isn't so expensive that I can't give it away.
So I'm giving it away.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
It's 19th of the month time, so it's time for a reassessment. It's been, eep, eight months since I started taking alli, for a total of approximately 240 days. And it's 250 days since I started watching food intake and 260 since I started exercising on a daily basis. I've only missed 1 day of exercise (I had fluish symptoms) and have not missed alli. If I've gone over on calories (which I have on occasion), it hasn't proved fatal.
Weights and Measures
I am currently (let's see if it holds until Monday's official weigh-in) 257.2 lbs., which is 88.8 lbs. off in 8 months.
Measurements are a trip.
Bicep: 15" down 4"
Bust: 47.25" down 7.5"
Band: 40" down 7.5"
Waist: 43" down 6"
Belly: 50.5" down 9"
Hips: 46.5" down 4.5"
Butt: 50.5" down 13.5"!!!
Thigh: 26.5" down 5.75"
This is an average overall loss of 7.22". Take out the outlyers (bicep and thigh) and the average overall loss is a staggering 8.75"!!!
I started this journey at a size 26 up top (3x) and 28 (4x) below. I am currently officially a 20 (1x) up top and a 22 (2x, sometimes 1x) below. However, I have been able to get on some XL and 18 tops and blazers. Fit is still snug but getting there. And my size 22 pants are starting to get looser.
Tomorrow I am going to up the weights lifted to 25 lbs. I started off lifting 4 lbs. I also walk far more than I ever thought I could. Yesterday I walked home from the last trolley stop, then I walked to the Post Office. All of this in addition to my usual commuting. My hamstrings bothered me a tad while going up the hill to the Post Office (plus I was carrying a 6 1/2 lb. package) but they felt fine afterwards and I am suffering no ill effects today.
Keeping it fun, my husband and I now play frisbee twice a week. Once it gets later in the year, we'll have to stop as it will get too dark to be able to see what we're doing, but in the meantime we are having fun with it all. We walk two nights per week and also on Saturdays. I don't honestly see not going walking unless the weather is actively awful, e. g. blizzard or horizontal rain. But otherwise, bundle up and do it.
When the weather gets really bad, I intend to help him with snow shoveling. Hence we'll take advantage of the change of the seasons. He thinks we'll be able to jog together next Spring. he may very well be right.
Attitude and Emotions
Regular exercise is as good as any anti-depressant medication and I fully believe that. I believe that being 200 lbs. overweight is so clearly and obviously a sign of clinical depression that I'm a little shocked that no one else seems to see it. I know that exercise and diet (and thinness) do not cure everything but I can definitely see a marked difference in myself. Some of that is unfair, let's be honest. I am treated better, and with more respect. Is that because of being smaller, or because of being more optimistic? I sometimes wonder how we as a society treat the people who need help the most. Why is it that we shun those who need a helping hand or an encouraging word, yet we flock to those who don't need it?
Be that as it may, I have broken the shell of depression and isolation. I like it out of that shell. It's not very nice in there and I'd like to stay out for good.
Aside from the ideas of shoveling snow and walking instead of frisbee, some of my other plans including changing up the food a bit. As it gets colder, I'll want to make soup more often so it will be good to make something other than bean soup. I found salt-free matzoh meal so I'll try my hand at making matzoh balls from scratch. That should be more than possible and I will make them without salt (the mix has, I kid you not, 750 mg of sodium in every serving!). I'd like to use the slow cooker for chicken soup. That can be a good, satisfying meal and if it's made without salt it will be awesome diet fare. I also like to roast chicken and haven't done that in a while. That can certainly enter back into the repertoire.
Somewhere in there I'd like to return to having Chinese food on occasion as I have been avoiding it because of the sodium content and concern about the sauces. I feel I may be strong enough to tackle it soon.
Next weekend is the Bar Mitzvah. I know that eating will not be easy, and it may be tough to find the time to get in a workout even with facilities on site at the hotel. It's family so people are going to demand our time, and I know hotel gyms and pools don't stay open 24/7. It may be difficult to be able to take alli as I want to avoid treatment effects, and those will happen if I ingest more than 19 grams of fat in one sitting. And that may be surprisingly easy to do over that weekend. We will bring a lot of stuff but I have no idea if we will have any occasion to eat it (e. g. oatmeal). I'll do my best to get in the water and then .... Like I said, I'll do my best. It's not like this sort of thing happens every day or even every year.
Onward to more, more, more as I weigh less, less, less.
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