Tuesday, January 06, 2009
This is one of my favorite songs of all time, and it also rather neatly sums up how I've been feeling.
Yesterday we returned from NYC, where we'd been for three days. I got in a lot of cardio, but the food was a struggle. Everywhere, everyone (seemingly) offered me food. I'd refuse. It would be offered again. I would explain, no, I'm fine, I don't need anything else. It would be offered yet again. I swear I had to refuse three times before it was believed.
And, what was offered was inevitably salty or carb-laden. Potatoes. Pita bread. Ai yi yi.
We ordered Greek food the first night and that ended up being dinner for me for both nights. Now that was a carb-laden plate. Okay, pita bread (and I had what was the equivalent of about a half a slice). And rice. And vegetables that had been cooked seemingly forever.
And potatoes? Why? Helfino. But for whatever reason three sources of carbs just weren't enough, so a fourth had to be offered. To my detriment, I chowed down on it. And ended up, on Saturday, going over by almost 200 calories. What kills me is that I allowed for a good 1,100 calories for dinner and snack. Let's say the snack (a smoothie made with skim milk) was 200 calories. Probably pretty close. That means that dinner was a staggering 900 calories. And people tried to offer me more!
When we came home, I weighed myself, as it was Monday and I needed to check in. Now, it was the afternoon so I wasn't expecting it to be wonderful. I ended up being, oof, 3.6 pounds up. Ugh. Not pretty. We also found that food (unbeknownst to us) had been sent home with us. My husband took care of it, but still!
Hence yesterday I was in a foul mood.
And then there's today. My husband went back to work but I'm going back tomorrow. Hence I took care of some errands and did some painting of the exercise nook. It troubles me that it's still not done but it's very possible that it will be done this weekend. I am getting awfully tired of stepping over brushes and junk to be able to do anything. It's shaping up nicely, though.
I also went off to grab some stuff which included swinging by the grocery store. And, I saw my friend for the first time in over a month. He's doing fine but things aren't very exciting by him. Hey, that's life. Mostly dull, punctuated with some excitement. I think he was touched that I came by to say hi even though I didn't need fish.
Hence that helped to put me into a better mood as well.
Oh and yanno something? Yesterday's gain is almost all gone, save .4 lbs. And I hit new personal best measurements in two areas. One was my bust and the other? Oh joy oh rapture -- how amazing is this???? -- my scary megabutt.
I have finally hit a new personal best milestone (by a big .25 inches, but you take it where you can get it, know what I'm sayin'?) in the keister area. This is for the first time since, I kid you not, 9/29/08. Over three months! At its highest, it was 64". It is now 48.75". As in over 15" less.
I can feel the darkness lifting, and things beginning to ease. Yeah, the exercise room isn't finished, and yeah, I'm going to go back to a disaster at work, but as the song says
Bitter turns to sugar
It's a good turn.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Do I believe in New Year's Resolutions? Absolutely. I'm living one, and today is one year full of one.
Last year, 12/31/2007, I promised myself I would treat myself better. Not diet. Not exercise. Not lose weight. Not a makeover. Just treat myself better.
Resolutions are kind of -- they remind me of those old-fashioned proclamations that you sometimes see in the minutes of town board meetings in small burgs. You know what I mean. They go something like this:
Being that it is the thirty-first of December
and that it is the birthday of our native son, Zeke Koznofsky,
and that he invented the fluglehofer switch,
we hereby declare and resolve that today and henceforth every December thirty-first it is Zeke Koznofsky Day here in Clamburg.
So I see them as kind of like one of these little declarations to yourself. I think the resolving can be, and should be, somewhat vague. Resolutions aren't plans. They're generalized statements of intent. The plans, the details, are what work out for you over time. It's what devolves as the year progresses. Hence for me the resolution to treat myself better became one to exercise. It became one to watch my caloric intake. It became one to take alli. It became one to eat better quality foods, and foods that were new to me. It became one to join Spark and become a part of this marvelously supportive community. And it also became one to truly treat myself better, not just in physical health but in mental and emotional health as well. To stop beating myself up if I messed up. To not think of this as a quick fix with a finish line, but rather as a new piece of my daily routine and life, as natural and normal and regular as brushing my teeth or going online. To give myself the opportunity to not only succeed, but also to fail, and to not have one moment of failure or doubt or indecision or lack of resolve wipe out all of those days and moments of success and planning and care and effort and grit and determination.
So my resolution, which worked so perfectly over the year -- how perfectly? 114 lbs. off perfectly, 25 lbs. lifted every day at 15 reps for 3 sets for 6 exercises perfectly. 1800 calories without being starving every day perfectly, 30 or more minutes of cardio every day perfectly -- is the same as last year's. To treat myself better. Because it works.
Be it known that
today is the thirty-first of December 2008
and that jespah is a worthwhile person
despite her quirkiness and occasional bad moods
and that good things can happen
if you will only let them
and make the opportunity for them
and set the table for them
and take out their sneakers for them
and that life is too short to be unhappy
and too short to be hard on yourself
and that gratitude is better than doubt
and that there can be a miracle inside each and every one of us
and that all you need to do is reach in and pull it out
I hereby resolve that, in 2009, I, jespah, will treat myself better.
And I hope you will, too.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Today was the final weigh-in of the year and it did not disappoint. I lost 1.8 lbs. and made my 7th minigoal. My next one is another 12 lbs. off. This one took me 63 days since the last one. And it was only 13 lbs.! The one before that took me 28 days, and most of them took a month although the first one did take 53 days. See where I'm going with this?
So, the weight loss is slowing down. Fortunately, I regularly take measurements so I'm not about ready to tie a scale around my neck and jump into the Charles River or anything. My measurements are percolating along just fine, except for my ever-massive butt, and I even hit 4 personal bests this week. My band, in particular, is interesting. It's been under 40 since September, but do ya think that translates into a bra smaller than a 40D? Sadly, no. Those seem to be a hit or a miss for me. Sometimes 40D is fine, sometimes it's tiny and uncomfortable. This is within days and is not a cycle issue. It's just karma being a pain in my not so rapidly disappearing patoot, that's what it is.
But the real point of this entry (and I do have one) is that I've had a clay idea forming around in my head for quite a while. Last year at this time, I was kicking around the idea of trying to lose weight, but I kept the actual resolution as something a lot mellower. It wasn't to lose a set amount of weight (although I was hoping for 60; I've almost doubled that -- ha!). Rather it was to "treat myself better".
Well, I have. I have treated my body better than I have in decades. I was already starting to do a lot more cooking and this year has really kicked that into high gear. Plus working out. I started on 12/31/07. It's been almost a year and this week and the last one, in particular, I have stepped it up big time and, crazily enough, have not been downed with things like shin splints or other pains. I've just been more tired, but still don't nap much. When I sleep, it's deep and refreshing.
But back to the clay idea. Last year's bit of clay was to do better for myself, and that meant being more vigilant. This year's, rather, this coming year's, idea is to not be so tightly wound. I have been vigilant to the point to hyperactivity, and it shows in my personal interactions. I find myself wanting to rush through the food portions of socializing and get on with the talking or other thing(s) so that I'm not dealing with the food quite so much. I've found that I am less into the concept of centerpiecing gatherings around food. But I'm afraid I'm not the best company. Hence I want to relax a bit.
This does not mean that suddenly I can eat whatever the heck I feel like, not exercise, plop down in front of the TV and absorb all of the old movies, Oprah and sports that I can stand, all while thrusting my arm into chips up to the elbow.
Rather, the idea, which is still forming (hence the clay metaphor), is to not beat myself up if perfection is not attained on a daily basis. To give myself permission to go with a weeklong schedule instead of a daily, meal-based one. With alli, I am still committed to a somewhat meal-based life, but I can pull back on that, too, so long as I hit and don't exceed my fat goals per meal. I can still give my permission to not go nuts if don't get enough fiber in one day, or enough calcium or iron.
The trick of it is, I feel, to know that tomorrow you can make up for it. Today may be low in iron, let's say. Well, then, eat more chicken tomorrow, or more broccoli. And exceed with iron. And then tomorrow the deficit might be calcium. So the next day, have more yogurt, or cheese, or another glass of milk. And then the issue might be too much salt. So lay off the salt the following day.
I think the idea of daisy-chaining the days together is a step toward maintenance.
A goal of mine for next year is to get onto maintenance, but I recognize that that might not happen. If I am going 2 months between minigoals now, then there are some 10 more before I hit 146. And, let's face it, I should really be looking at less than 146 in order to have a workable range. Hence that's another 1 or 2 goals. So I could be looking at not this year but perhaps as many as 2 more years after that.
Something tells me it won't take quite so long. Perhaps I'll be back to a goal a month or split the difference, and it won't be Everest in front of me. But just when you think you've scaled K2, then Everest looms in your sights and you've got to climb it, too. And then perhaps it'll be the mountains of Triton or wherever there are bigger mountains than here on Spaceship Earth, because those goals never stop, and that mountain never goes away until you actually scale it.
But while the goals may be granite and stone, the methodology can still be clay. It can still be workable, bendable, shapable and in your hands. The roads are out there. They all reach the same place. You can take a long one, or a short one. A slow one or a fast one. An easy stroll, a meander, or a hard slog, or even a cliff face to be climbed. But to stand still is to watch the world go by and not be a part of it, not engage in it.
Come with me, my friend, as we throw our own pots and climb our own mountains. It's always easier with a friend. And I want you on my team.
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.
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