Tuesday, December 23, 2008
It's the third night of Chanukah tonight. And, it's time for the month in review.
Measurements (as of yesterday)
* Bicep 13.25" up .25" My highest was 19", overall I'm down 5.75"
* Bust 45.25" up .75" My highest was 55", overall I'm down 9.75"
* Band 37.75" down .25" and a new Personal Best!!! My highest was 47.5", overall I'm down 9.75"
* Waist 38.25" up .25" My highest was 49", overall I'm down 10.75"
* Belly 40.75" down 2.75" and a new Personal Best!!! My highest was 59.5", overall I'm down 18.75"!!!
* Rear 49.75" up .25" My highest was 64", overall I'm down 14.25"
* Hip 44.75" up .25" My highest was 54.5", overall I'm down 9.75"
* Thigh 24.25", the same as last week. My highest was 32.5", overall I'm down 8.25"
Overall average loss for all eight measurements: 10.875"
Overall average for the six main measurements (not the bicep or the thigh): 12.17"
Some time in early 2009, I am guessing before the year is a quarter over, my average overall loss for all eight measurements will be over a foot.
Currently 233.8. Not too shabby. I had a lot of yo-yo plateauing going on last month and that may or may not have stopped. It's not so much due the seasonal foods (I hardly eat any) but probably more to do with the disruptions in the routine, plus my own feelings.
I've been like a fiend for a while now. With snow on the ground I've been going out any day I want cardio, which is every day but Sunday. Even with a day of rest I'm still burning up calories and have already burned over half of what I need to do for the week. It's only Tuesday. Over the Winter break I'll continue to shovel, plus we'll be painting. Variety in cardio is a good thing even though these are essentially just chores. The painting will be of my exercise room so the motivation is to make it something serene and pleasing to me.
I'm also going over to look at a gym this week if I can spare the time and if they're open. Of course they will try to sell me a package but I am nervous even though I know it won't be too costly. I just hate the idea of paying for something I won't use, and I have no idea how much I'd be using the facilities. It is a nice idea but I do not respond well to pressure and that goes double this time of year. We shall see.
Not so hot. This is only the second day of lightening after the solstice and skies have been either clear and frigid or a grisalle (look it up; it's a French word that essentially means grayscale). Work is getting me down, big time. At this time of year, I always take stock and, frankly, I am bored silly. I should not have the kind of time I have, to devote to Facebook, Spark and my site, all during work. That's crazy. Even when I am busy, it's either tinged with a lot of stress or dull. I am tired and unhappy, let's face it. But I am stuck for any number of reasons, one of which is the economy and another big one is the fact that I haven't even been there for 6 months yet. I know that my boss realizes that this is dull as dishwater and she promises that eventually I'll be moved to something else. But what? Who knows.
Everything else is also kind of blah but that's probably more a function of my mood than of the blahness creating/promoting my mood. E. g. the blahness is caused by my mood, rather than the mood being caused by blahness. I am looking forward to time off. While very little exciting is planned (we are going to NY at the end of the break, to see my in-laws and my sister-in-law will come with her family, but we will also be seeing a friend who's getting a divorce so that's fraught with issues. Plus eating there is extremely tricky for me), it will still be better than endless, mindless data loading.
One thing we will do over the break is begin to plan our May vacation. That will help to sustain me.
In all, I'm doing all right, and one of the main things is finding a lot of good fitness opportunities. I know the mood will lift, but it hanging around a lot lately.
Shoo, bad mood, go away. Fly away. If only it were so simple.
Friday, December 19, 2008
I love this song, plus today is the first big snowfall of the year for Boston. A foot or more is expected. Guess how I'm going to get my cardio today.
I took the half day off (I only work half days on Fridays) because I was supposed to have a mammogram and then have lunch with a friend who also writes. But both the hospital and the friend cancelled so I ran errands. Two big boxes were shipped West. A check was deposited. Food was purchased, but I did not see my friend, who seems to be on some new schedule that I don't know. Ah well, I had wanted to wish him a Happy Holidays. I suppose I'll see him sometime and then just ask how they were.
I came home and ordered a bunch of stuff online. I was given a laptop at work this week and it's heavy. The office does not supply a case so I bought one. Since I could pick (and I had a good Amazon gift certificate), I got myself a black leather case with a shoulder strap. It looks very feminine and I could use it as a regular briefcase even without the PC. Plus I picked up some smaller clothes and a lot of groceries we needed.
Last weekend, I got a few armloads of 16s and 14s from a friend of a friend, so in turn I cleaned out my own closet. Hence the two big boxes. The woman I got these clothes from is a petite, though. Even though my legs are short they are not short enough for me to really be a petite. Right now I'm wearing capri pants over boots. It works.
What may be obvious between the lines is that I am doing somewhat better. All week I was extremely tightly wound at work, though. We have a long break coming up (and I haven't had this kind of a year-end break since I was in school) and there was talk of work over it. After a lot of agita that was finally resolved in favor of no work being done over the break except for what's needed in order to make the application usable in 2009. Plus a DBA will be on call (and hopefully won't have to work) in case anything goes truly kerflooey.
As the week went on, I felt better but for the first couple of days I was really snapping at people. I was not a fun person to be around. It just happens. I know it's coming but I just don't seem to care, and I let it fly. It is not something I am proud of. It is, well, it's me. That part exists, too. No sense in stuffing it under a rug. It's not all sunshine and roses. Sometimes, it's just -- I'm just -- not going to be anyone or anything you'd call great.
And hey, like I said, that happens.
I think a slice of this journey is loving yourself, but also recognizing that sometimes you're just not that lovable. And that's okay. The trick, I think, is to not let those moments drag you down into oblivion and into despair and into what you once were.
It is not all black and white, up and down, on and off, good and bad. It's mixed, and you're mixed, and I'm mixed and all God's chillen are mixed. And if you go through your life thinking that things will always be wonderful when you've gotten thinner, I've got news for you. You'll still see death. You may see divorce. You'll still have times when you're broke, or angry, or depressed or helpless.
And that's all because, during your fat, fatter, fattest moments, you had times when you were rich, or happy, or upbeat, or powerful. You had days of love and strength and beauty. These moments, these days, are not married to your size. But they're not wholly unrelated. I mean, let's be realistic here. Most people who are smaller and can get around more readily tend to feel better. So I think you're loading the dice in favor of happiness and good times as you get more and more healthy.
I think the idea is, load those dice. Put your, heh, put your thumb on that scale. Lobby in your body for health. Make all roads lead to Healthyville and you'll find yourself traveling through Happinessland, too.
In the meantime, the darkest of the dark days is almost here. One of the things I ordered for myself is a full-spectrum light. Of course it won't be here for the solstice, but it'll be here afterwards, and I can use it for next year's solstice. And for this year's, I'll keep my head together and think of the days to come.
Come to decide that the things that I tried
Were in my life just to get high on
When I sit alone come get a little known
But I need more than myself this time
Step from the road to the sea to the sky
And I do believe it, we rely on
When I lay it on come get to play it on
All my life to sacrifice
Monday, December 08, 2008
February is colder, and January is snowier, but December takes it for Seasonal Affective Disorder. And that may seem to be nuts when you think about it, because January has its share of dark days, too. But December has more of them. The last 20 days of December are the 20 darkest days of the year, plus for the first 20 days of December the amount of light is declining and declining and declining. So they are hard.
A lot of people look forward to holidays now, but Chanukah (even though it's one of the only holidays we actually do celebrate) is not a big deal by the time you become an adult (plus the traditional foods are all fried, so they ain't happening this year). Xmas, well, it's not my thing, and it won't become my thing. As a Jew, I suppose by definition I am a nonconformist of sorts and this time of year brings that out in spades. It all (I don't mean Xmas, I mean this time of year) ... and this is not meant to offend anyone; it just is what it is ... annoys me. I suspect a lot of that has to do with the airwaves having been taken over since Halloween. Ai yi yi.
In news that's more germane to SP, I had a small loss this week but have been kicking around the same 5 pounds since November 10th. And I know that this is a part of how I'm feeling, even though my measurements have improved. I've got new personal bests in my bicep, band, waist and hips. And those are all great accomplishments as I hurtle closer and closer to a size 16.
But it's not fair, as the scale is king when it comes to this. And so, while I appreciate being smaller, I'd like for the scale to agree with that assessment. I know, too, that the scale not moving, for me, has a lot to do with stepping up the exercise. Once my body gets the muscle built from this extra exercise, I'll start to drop again. It is discouraging, though. I was averaging 11 pounds lost per month (not unheard of on alli) and now to be going at less than half that pace (and I am well aware that others go slower, and this is not a race), well, it's less than optimal. I know that the way I am feeling is fueling this attitude, which is fueling my emotions and around and around we go.
Medicating yourself with exercise only goes so far. Adding in St. John's Wort, eating more mushrooms and in general eating right and getting enough sleep, those all only go so far. I am going to see about purchasing a full-spectrum light. It's time.
I have accepted some invitations to do things, and know that I need to get out and be somewhat active, but right now it feels rather overwhelming. I have a natural tendency to just want to stay in and sleep and I just can't -- and shouldn't -- do that. It was 13 degrees this morning when I stepped outside to go to work. Fortunately, in order to get to work, I've got to venture out and I've got to walk. And then the same in reverse. I am committed to getting in extra walking on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and I did not make today into an exception. I'm tired, though. Perhaps I'm coming down with something.
One thing that also heartened me was the oil bill. The last one was over $800 and I was scared that this one would be similar, but it was about 1/3 of that. Hence we can turn up the heat a bit. It's been miserably freezing in the house, making it extremely uninviting, so that will help a lot.
Plus, I have things to look forward to. I am refusing any number of invitations, but this weekend I'm going to see a friend whose friend (you got that?) has clothes for me. And then the following Friday I've got a lunch date with a guy who I write with. Or, rather, we both write, then we critique each other's work. I haven't seen him in months. That day will also be a full day off. Then the following week is only two and a half days off and then I'm out of the office until the first week in January. I need the break desperately. Plus I have plans.
My plans for the end of year break are not some fabulous trip. Rather, my husband and I are going to paint my exercise area. I'll post before and after shots. I am looking for an oceanic type of theme. Something serene. Right now it's the very antithesis of serenity.
There are cures for this feeling, but the biggest cure is light mixed with time. In the meantime, though, there are a few things I can do in order to make things bearable and make the recovery go all the more smoothly. Stick with the plan. See a few friends, but not too many. Take control over a space or area or something, and beat back the chaos. Take time off. And get through it, any way possible.
I guess the Winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower
about the things you could not show her
And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold onto these moments as they pass
Monday, December 01, 2008
I am back, from Thanksgiving, of course. And, eh, it was nothing exciting. That's not necessarily a function of how the holiday was. Rather, it is how I personally feel.
I am sliding into a downward spiral.
It's not anything really, really awful. I am still doing what I am supposed to be doing. I am still eating right, exercising, making good choices and performing portion control. I am just tired and bored. I am riding a lower wave. It happens.
It is a lot of things and there are a million reasons. One very large one is seasonal affective disorder. It is something I contend with every year and this year is no exception. The absolute darkest part of the year is about 3 weeks away and I really, really feel it. I had skipped taking St. John's Wort for a few days for Thanksgiving and I am paying for it. I'm back on it but it's disturbing to know that my mood is so profoundly affected by just skipping the herb for maybe five days instead of the usual two for the weekend.
Another reason is Thanksgiving itself. It is, unlike any other holiday, completely centerpieced around food. And I could neither make nor bring anything, which by itself bothered me. And then of course it is, well, it's not deprivation, but it is separateness. I don't enjoy separateness, oh no, she can't have THAT. And that's not true and it's not fair. It's that I am making choices, not that I am hurting or depriving myself. And then there's other weirdnesses. Being offered leftovers even though I'd made it clear that I wouldn't be eating them. And then being offered them again. And a third time. Oy.
I expected to be shooed out of the kitchen, but I did not expect how it would make me feel. I really disliked that. I am getting used to having control over my foods or at least some say in the matter, and have gotten to like that. Even though I knew what was being cooked, I could not witness or be a part of anything going on, except when I was finally called in, in order to peel potatoes. Then later I pulled out what I was going to eat and that was that. That was the extent of my participation in the entire preparation and presentation of the meal.
I realize that I should be thankful for family and hospitality, etc., but like I said I am simply tired and in a foul mood. Of course I expressed gratitude while there and did my best to not cop an attitude. It was also a raging TOM (which is over now) and that was not helping things one whit.
Another reason is, and this is ludicrous, but there you have it, something that happened online this morning. I run a forums website when I am not sparking, and there is a topic about food diarying. I do it as do about ten or so other people. One is a serious weight loser (she's already lost 100+ lbs. and maintained it for a good year and is now trying to take off the last 50 or so) and another is a marathoner. Plus others are in various states of vegetarianism or whatever. It is generally a supportive group and no one goes off on anyone's choices. No one screams, "What the hell are you thinking, eating 17 chocolate chip cookies?"
Except for this one person.
This person has decided that I am killing myself by dieting.
This person has been told, more than once, that I am under a doctor's care and am doing this with not only my doctor's permission and blessing, but at her urgent insistence.
This person has been told that I am on alli and so my weight loss is more rapid than most people's.
This person has been told to butt out repeatedly.
It does not seem to matter.
Today or last night, this person again railed about how my friend and I are doing just so many horrible things to ourselves, and said that we were subsisting on gruel.
I guess pizza, chicken, pasta, bread, salads, soup and guacamole are all gruel. Amazing. I had no idea the definition had changed so dramatically.
I suppose I should not have gone off the way I did, but I am tired of this. This person seems to go hypercritical about once per quarter. Hence I could've let it go and let it happen again in 3 months or so. After all, going off or not going off does not seem to make one whit of difference.
But I did, and I hate doing that, but I felt I had to.
So I am weary from that as well, from justifying my choices and defending what I (and my friend) do.
And, to add to the fun, I walked like crazy last week, watched the portions and was austere as hell during Thanksgiving and I still gained 1.8 lbs. What kills me is that I actually lost inches, in almost all of the places where I measure. Right now that's kinda sustaining me. That and a friend on Facebook sending me all sorts of silly stuff. Nothing earth-shaking, just paying some attention.
A downward spiral.
I don't think it's a particularly steep spiral.
And I know I'll start to feel better once the solstice is done and the light begins to return. And this person will not bother me for months. And Thanksgiving isn't for another year. And, really, it's a test of this whole experience. I can do this when I'm happy. Can I sustain it even when I'm not? There's the question.
But right now I'm just tired, and all I want to do is withdraw.
When you see me on the subway, I'll be down at the end of the car.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Like many, many other Sparkers, I am about to embark upon Thanksgiving. Tomorrow, my husband and I depart for Manhattan, to have the meal at his parents' apartment. We'll return on Friday. I have no idea if/how much I'll spark between now and Saturday.
In the meantime, it's time to confront some demons. Well, maybe not demons. But to confront some different situations. Now, I have been on diets during holidays before, and the reaction of other family members -- despite how much I tell them that I am fine, I'm doing this for my health, etc., is often either a conscious or unconscious effort to get me to eat more or eat something I don't want, or to look at me with pitying eyes as if I were a starving child in Biafra.
Sheesh, people, get a grip.
I am eating as healthfully as possible. And after a lot of trimming and digging and requesting, I've gotten the meal down to under 1,000 calories and under 19 grams of fat. The fat grams are important because I am going to roll the dice and take alli. I hope there's no hidden fat lurking around. I don't enjoy treatment effects.
It's not an effort to sabotage me or anything. It's nothing malicious. It's more like a lot of details have to be attended to and I'm just another detail. I fully expect something to be forgotten or somehow altered. Again, this is not done to hurt me, it's more because there's so much going on and it's so overwhelming.
Oh, I will help as I can. But you need to recognize that this is a prewar Manhattan apartment. It doesn't have much of a proper kitchen with modern appliances. It's more like a toy kitchen, and the stove may very well be almost as old as my husband. Plus the stove is unreliable in terms of temperatures so cooking times are going to vary according to, I dunno, the phases of the moon.
The stove is so small that a good third of the meal is being prepared across the hall in a neighbor's apartment. As for where the neighbors are preparing their own meal, I have no idea. Perhaps there's some sort of Manhattan cultural exchange program, where everyone makes some of their dinner elsewhere in one cosmic, eight million-plus linked culinary daisy chain. Somewhere in Bensonhurst, someone is making their stuffing in the Bronx and their cranberry sauce is being constructed as far North as Poughkeepsie.
But I digress. It will work. It always does, although there's stress involved. I am bringing oatmeal, and flavor sticks for water, and my water bottle and some dried fruit snacks if I really get stumped. I've planned out my eats anyway, though it's possible that some of it will alter as we go along. I'm bringing the resistance bands and the small wristlet weights, and will hunt around for heavier weights while there. There is Riverside Park down the street. Columbia is close, too, so there are lots of places to walk (with hills!). The weather is supposed to be clear and somewhere in the 40s. My husband is psyched to walk around with me.
And, I have some major things to be thankful for. I don't know how many remember, but months ago I reported that a very close relative was ill. That relative has finished treatment and seems better. Doctors hesitate to use words like "cured" (and they kind of can't, as this was a second recurrence already), but everything is very optimistic, and no followup is scheduled until after the first of the year.
I am, of course, grateful to be so far along on this journey, and feeling so good doing it. I fret and I overanalyze and I rationalize but the truth is that I kind of like all of the mechanics of it and also am pleased with how seamlessly I think it will eventually work with Maintenance, although Maintenance is still many months from now. But it seems plausible and eminently doable.
I am grateful for the support my family has given me. My husband has been very good about not only walking with me but also about not pushing me to overdo it. This is a level of patience that perhaps was absent earlier. I don't know if it's that I've become more assertive in making sure that the pace fits what I need or that he's better at reading what's needed and responding to it but, either way, it works. My folks and inlaws have consistently cheered every milestone. Smaller clothes magically appear ("Oops, I bought this but didn't like it. Maybe you'd like it?") with all sorts of odd little pretexts but I accept them all gratefully.
I am grateful for my friends and their support. For M__, who listens and makes me laugh and keeps my spirits up. For A__, who asks her friends for clothes for me. For the other A__, who told me (at 246 lbs.) that I didn't even look like I was 200. For the other M__, who can't stop raving about how I look. For V__, who gets a little inspired to watch a bit for himself. For S__, who watches even more. For R__, who I swear was checking me out. For D__, who wants to walk with me. For the folks on my site who share their food journals and their exercise diaries and who encourage not only me, but each other.
And for all of you, you wily ole Sparkers. For the Scandinavian and Floridian connections. For the Pi Phis. For the Quirk Universe. For the Done Girls and Guys. For the 80s Music Lovers. For the Yammies. For the Sudoku folks. For the Bostonians. For Red Sox Nation. For the Kind Buddies. For the many sweet people who've commented on my page and blogs, and who have inspired and pushed and cared for me (and for each other) on their own pages and blogs.
Who knows what the weigh-in after will bring? Maybe it'll all pay off. Maybe it won't. Maybe I won't be able to stick to it. Maybe I will, but there will be something unaccounted for. Maybe I'll stick to it and it'll be exactly as advertized. Maybe the exercise won't happen. Maybe there will be too much. Maybe a lack of rest or too much rest or sunspots or whoever wins the big football game will decide on how that goes. Take it as it comes. It's all you can do.
Because, on balance --
It's either sadness or euphoria ...
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