Wednesday, March 14, 2012
I'm not sure what's wrong with me today. I have been nauseated (and experiencing a little bit of pain) since I woke up this morning. I'm not sure if its related to my treasonous gallbladder or not. If it is, I just need my body to hold out for 3 more months, as the beginning of the summer is ideally when I'd like to get it taken care of surgically. That way I can finish this semester at school and have the summer to recover.
In the meantime, the nausea has left me with absolutely zero appetite today. I've forced a few bites down just to make sure I'm not totally starving, but really I have no interest in food.
Yesterday I baked a loaf of French bread from scratch, using my bread machine to do the grunt work of kneading and rising. I baked it in the oven and BOY WAS IT AWESOME! My house smelled amazing. The bread was crusty on the outside and tender on the inside. In my crockpot I had a bean-less minestrone bubbling away for dinner. I'm not sure I've ever mentioned this before, but I'm highly allergic to beans of similar variety (black, pinto, kidney, navy, cannelini, white, etc). I don't seem to have problems with soy, lentils, or garbanzos, nor nuts, so it's not a full-on legume allergy.
Anyway, my roommate said she didn't miss the beans at all in the minestrone and the soup itself was quite tasty. Unfortunately, my nausea sort of began last night, so I pretty much only picked at my dinner. That loaf of French bread turned into the bread for some low-fat ricotta, low-fat mozzarella, and prosciutto panini. Of which I ate about half. :-(
I hope this crappy feeling passes soon. In the meantime, I'm looking longingly at the photos of last night's dinner, wishes I had the will and the stomach to eat it.
Fresh from the oven
Minestrone and panini
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Six days ago (March 6) I weighed myself at my usual time, in my usual manner (before eating or drinking, with only my pj's on, after evacuating any fluids from my body first thing after waking up in the morning). I guess I just do it for consistency, but that's what I did. My scale reflected back a weigh-in number of 181 exactly. That reflected a 4lb weight loss since February 19th. Not bad, really... 2lbs (ish) each week for a little more than 2 weeks. That's about on task and healthy. I let SparkPeople do the announcing of my 4lb loss on my Feed and a handful of you lovely folks "liked" it.
What I didn't do was make a bigger deal out of it. And I probably should have. 4 lbs lost is a nice number, but it doesn't tell you the details of the journey. See, I started my SparkJourney on January 25, 2008. I was 198lbs and in my second quarter at UCSD. I was told about this website from a trainer at the gym at school. I was taking a "class" or seminar kind of thing there and she was directing it. One week involved learning about basic nutrition, one week involved learning about cardio, one week about strength training, etc. It was a great program that got me started in the right direction... for the most part. However, as life in a major university does, things got crazy. I initially dropped down to 187lbs during my time in that seminar. But, I ballooned to 210lbs by the time I was getting ready to graduate.
210lbs. That was a terrifying and depressing number. I had never before passed the 200 mark. At 198, I came close, but hadn't ever passed it. I felt awful about myself. I didn't fit in anything. I was a size 18-20 and wearing all my mom's "fat" clothes. I wore clothes that were too big because I didn't want to see my rolls or jiggle. When I graduated, I realized I needed to get serious about this. My left ovary "exploded", as I like to exaggerate. I wasn't told by doctors, but by others, that there is a correlation sometimes to ovarian cysts and obesity. Spending two days in a hospital without being able to eat or drink anything in case I had to have surgery was all I figured I wanted to handle with that.
I ditched a bad relationship, looked back once a year later, and realized it wasn't worth it, and ditched it for good. That SOB made me feel awful about myself and I'm fairly sure its because he feels so awful about himself in some way. Of course I turned to food when I couldn't cope. I had a few "low" moments when I thought it would be easier to be dead. I got scared when I recognized symptoms of battered spouse syndrome in myself. It occured to me that maybe I wasn't completely the problem. So, I said f*** you very much, I'm out! Life improved and I started back on the journey I was meant to be on.
I dropped 20lbs in the next year, so slowly that I hardly noticed. And therefore, didn't make a big deal about that, either. I stayed the same weight for a while, somewhere in the 195lb range. And began to double my efforts.
My weigh-in six days ago at 181lbs is the lowest I've been in at least 5 years. Another 4 or 5lb loss will put me at the heaviest I ever was my sophomore year in high school. I lost weight back then, too, just by eating better.
In all, from my heaviest weight ever, I've lost 29lbs. From the time I started this journey at 198lbs (my original weight, I guess) I've lost 17lbs. I didn't really sit down to think about it until now. Those are some good numbers. Certainly nothing to scoff at. And for a visual, some photos from my heaviest (210lbs or so) to 185lbs (4lbs heavier than today).
Thursday, March 01, 2012
See what I did there?
Alrighty, lets start with a February review, shaaaalll weeeee?
Track all food eaten at least 3 days a week/1 weekend day: I didn't do too shabby on this, but the week of my brother's wedding, I hardly Sparked at all, so I didn't track anything. The day I got back home, though, I started right back up. Can't call it a win, but I did what I could considering how busy and hectic that week was.
Drink 64oz of water at least 3 days of the week: I'm pretty sure I met this goal (except possibly when I was at my parent's house for the wedding). I didn't track, so I can't say for sure. I know I did when I got back.
No more soda: Well, I know I had part of a can of Dr. Pepper, to which I added water to so the carbonation and sweetness would be cut way down. So, I had some soda. Boo!
Eat breakfast before class or take one to eat in class: I didn't do that at all this past week, although I normally do. I've just felt so tired all week long that I'd wait until the last possible minute to get up and get ready for school. I will work to rectify that situation this coming week.
Meet or exceed 500 fitness minutes: So, I totally didn't meet this goal. In fact, I did one minute less than last month. 105 minutes short. But, I have to credit my kidney infection for that one. Took me out of the exercise thang for a good week. Also, I didn't track all my activity for the wedding, even though I was up and active for hours and hours a day. One day, for example, we spend 7+ hours grocery shopping (and went to about 6 or 7 stores) just to get all the supplies we needed for the reception dinner. Then, the next day I cooked it all. For another 8 or 9 hours- literally all day. But, seriously, how does one even track that?
Plant something edible: Well, I bought seeds to plant- tomatoes and peppers, I think. Problem was, the store I went to ran out of seed starter supplies. And then I ran out of money. So, I got seeds, I just didn't get to plant them.
Get through the wedding without killing anyone: CHECK! Everyone is still alive and accounted for. All their extremities are still intact. WIN.
Keep up with/catch up on homework for my 4 classes: I did manage to do this, despite the busyness of the month. I have fallen a little behind on reading for my nutrition class, but so far we've only gone through the same stuff I've learned in at least 2 other nutrition classes here. I know about calories, lipids, protein, carbohydrates, vitamins, and minerals, and their importance in the body. After next week we should finally be moving on to the "diet therapy" part of the the diet therapy class.
So, its time to come up with some March goals. I need to post them up after printing them out so I can see them.
If I'm going to have something "unhealthy" to eat, I have to have something "healthy" with it. That's my new rule. Ex. I'm going to have a slice of pizza, so I better have a veggie-ful salad with it.
I bought the seeds, so plant them!
Continue tracking food and water. 3 days a week, 1 weekend day. Lately I've been tracking more than this, so just to keep up the habit.
Actually meet or exceed 500 fitness minutes this month. Write down a workout plan each week so I'm not making it up on the fly. Having a plan should help me just get it done.
Eat healthy, home-cooked dinners 4 nights a week. I love to cook, so I can just do what I love to do and eat healthy at the same time. More would be better, but we'll aim for 4 nights as a baseline.
Eat breakfast. I'm so terrible about this. I need to especially eat breakfast the days I go to class. Plan ahead for packing breakfast meals or make something the night before to eat quickly before heading out the door. I won't worry too much about my non-school days, as I spend those at home usually, anyway, and can move at my own pace throughout my daily activities.
Stay on top of homework, assignments, and attendance in class. I'm not a morning person and I never, ever, EVER have been. I hate having to be in class at 8:00am 3 days a week. I can easily talk myself out of getting out of my warm, comfy bed to get ready for class. But, because this is my passion and my goal, I do it. I just need to make sure that as the semester drags on (and it does drag sloooooowly...) I fight the urge to play hooky.
Okay, that about does it for me. I'm going to print these new goals out onto some fun stationary and tack them up on my corkboard. I already wrote down my fitness plan for the rest of this week on my dry-erase week calendar. I'm going to eat something really quick, do my workout (Just Dance on Wii and one of the 10 minute core workouts by Coach Nicole), and sit down to write out a menu and grocery list for at least the rest of this week and next week, if not the entire month (broken up weekly, of course). Wish me luck! And good luck on all your March goals!
A photo of us SparkLadies on the Mission Trails hike last Saturday!
BEFIT_WITHGUSTO, WOLFKITTY, KINGB2006, me, HAWAIIANMAMMA, KSANDIEGO, ABB698
Monday, February 20, 2012
I had to cook a dish using a whole grain for my Advanced Nutrition class. Of course I got a late start thanks to my health issues this week. Anyway, the dinner was awesome!
I made the falafel from scratch, the tzatziki from scratch, and of course, the tabbouleh from scratch! On my falafel: cucumber and tomato slices, red leaf lettuce, feta cheese, tzatziki, whole wheat pita flatbread, and falafel. The tabbouleh has bulgur wheat, parsley, feta, tomato, green onion, and a lemon dressing (lemon juice, extra virgin olive oil, salt, and pepper).
Thursday, February 16, 2012
I decided to play it safe and get that pain in my side checked out today, so I went to the doctor. There was something about white blood cells in my urine or too many white blood cells or something like that... either way, it meant inflammation/infection. So, I am on some antibiotics. Swell. They also took my blood to do some lab work, and I'm not sure when those results will be back at the doc's. They'll call me. AND I need to have another ultrasound. SWELL. That makes 4 since July 2010. They suspect my giant ovarian cyst is back, but they don't know what would be causing the infection. So, off I go...
As if that wasn't crappy enough news, today is the day my parents had to put down my poor, sick, aging dog. He had a tumor growing somewhere close to his esophagus, and it was crushing his windpipe. So, he's had this doggy cough for about a year, but the vet had assured us he still had some life in him and that he wasn't suffering. Well, Friday night, after my brother's wedding, we noticed a dramatic shift in the health of my beloved pooch. His cough worsened in every way- louder, harsher, constant. He had a hard time eating (he couldn't stop coughing long enough) and drinking and he was walking stiffly. For days he was like that before my mom finally convinced my dad that something needed to be done. At 4pm this afternoon, they took him in to the vet and their worst fears were confirmed. I got the news at 5:30pm that he had crossed the Rainbow Bridge. I will miss him terribly, but I am so glad he's no longer suffering.
He was an amazing companion and friend and member of our family for 12 years. (Or 14-15 years... I can't really pinpoint the date...) A long time.
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