Friday, December 04, 2009
I firmly believe that we only stop learning and growing when we're dead. Sometimes I have to feel sorry for my husband -- he's such an entrenched omnivore, and I was, too, when we got married (altho I always loved my veggies). But the changes in my eating habits have been huge over these almost 25 years.
Last night I made us tacos. Pretty healthy really, I used ground turkey, altho I did use flour tortillas. I don't always, but once in a while a white flour product won't kill you. He was so happy I swear I almost saw a tear -- because it was "meat", and not soy crumbles or lentils or some other veggie thing (next time maybe, dear, I actually thought the sloppy joes I made last year with lentils were excellent).
Which is a pretty big change for him, too. To be happy to see ground turkey on the menu. To not be complaining that it wasn't beef! They were pretty good -- even HE admitted that -- altho they did need something more in the spice department.
It's really too bad for him that I'm in charge of the cooking. Maybe that's why he's agreed so readily to cook once a month, because he gets to choose what to cook. This weekend he's actually chosen to grill a steak -- despite forecasts of temps in the high 30s!
It takes time, sometimes decades, but you really can change your taste buds. Well, sometimes.
Thursday, December 03, 2009
I know that's what some of my spark buddies think. If only! Sometimes it's true, maybe even most of the time, but lately I have to admit to feeling like I'm floundering. I think it's a combination of many things: 3 trips in 3 months, not enough sleep, a plateau, maybe even a little SADD thrown in there.
I know, without a doubt, that I am a very different person than I was 20 years ago, which was the last time I live din the Northeast. And maybe I'll sing a different tune once winter actually arrives. But I truly do think I'm a much more optimistic, much more balanced person now. I used to be plagued with mild insomnia, waking up in the wee hours to be up for hours.
While I may have the occasional bad night now, it's nothing like what it used to be -- I chalk that up to the exercise. Nothing like exercise to help you sleep! Except when your husband has a night meeting and you get woken up by barking dogs trampling over you like last night, for example.
I tamed my WIM (weigh-in madness) today. I ate a normal breakfast and I even drank my normal 2 cups of water & 2 cups of tea before I left. I even wore a different pair of jeans, like a crazy person. Result? Up 1.2 lb. Which isn't that bad. I could just be up, it could be the jeans, and I'm sure that extra glass of tea contributed. We'll see what tale next week tells.
The problem was afterwards. I don't know if it was the tiredness, but I decided to have a hot pretzel at the mall for lunch. Yes, I know, not exactly the best decision. Was it a way to deal with my frustration with my WI? Maybe; maybe not. Was it due to pre-TOM? Maybe; maybe not. At least I did sit down and eat it mindfully.
I haven't been journaling my food the last couple of weeks. There was no time while I was in Seattle. My FIL still gets great pleasure out of food, which is great, but he hovers over you while you're preparing it, and you've got to make sure he doesn't grab a hot pan or just whatever's sitting out on the counter -- or your food, for that fact. It helped that my husband was there, but there really wasn't much time to be recording food.
This week I made a conscious decision not to journal my food. I kept a sort-of running total in my head, and I do truly believe that I ate pretty well. However, it's back to journaling for me. Especially since we have a holiday party the night before my next WI.
And yes, this plateau has been frustrating. Back & forth & back & forth -- good thing I don't get seasick. It's time to join a new spark team I think -- one for people who are within 10 lbs of their goal weight. Anyone know a good one?
When I began this journey, most of the time I felt very satisfied. Lately I find myself hungry sometimes. The smaller I get, the less I can afford to eat, so I've really got to figure out something that works for me and satisfies me, too. Or perhaps I just need some patience.
Anyway, the one thing I never doubt is that I will get to my goal weight. I AM going to get to my goal weight. Not all my life's problems will be solved by doing that, but I am going to get to my goal weight. I can figure out a way to eat that satisfies me, allows for some treats, and is healthy.
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Which is a bit of a misnomer, because I actually got into running by doing it outdoors. I'd tried on and off, over the years, always hating running (still almost hate it), but a couple of years ago I started to do some very short intervals while walking the dogs. They felt like at least a couple of minutes, but were probably only 30 seconds at a time.
The difference was that I kept up with it. Through the heat of the brutal Austin summers, I kept running intervals. They got longer and more frequent, but never amounted to much -- other than the fact that I was consistently running -- well, jogging, really. I consider it jogging when you're as slow as I am.
I debated selling my treadmill before our move, but I'm slow glad I didn't. I began to run regularly on it, starting with a couple of times a week. It was maybe a year ago that I actually ran my first mile on my treadmill.
This past spring I did the C25K -- I completed it, but I sure couldn't run 5K (I told you, I'm slow). But I just kept slogging away at it. I can run 5K now with some walking intervals in there. I've increased my speed.
One thing was left to tackle: running outside. I had all sorts of excuses: I can't run with the dogs; I don't have time because I have to walk the dogs; I can run with the dogs, but only for a few minutes at a time (they're sprinters); and on and on. The truth was I was afraid to try -- afraid to look ridiculous, afraid I couldn't do it.
Today, for whatever reason, I decided to just do it. I've been tired all week -- readjusting to East coast time, one of the dogs kept us up most of one night, etc. etc. I walked them this morning, then went out for a couple of hours of food shopping (checking out BJs). Yes, I was still tired when I got back. I relaxed for a while, changed my clothes, stretched, and just did it.
The first 5 minutes felt easy. I even passed a "real" runner (a young teenager) who gave me a broad smile (no, he was going the other way, of course I didn't run past him). Then the huffing and puffing and the watching the clock started. But I managed to eek out my 20 minutes (plus another 5 minutes warmup & cooldown each), which was what I'd planned -- running all the time except fo the warmup & cooldown.
I'm glad I did it. I'm really glad I have a treadmill! But I will run outside again. At least til it really snows here. If I'm ever going to enter that 5K, I've got to get used to running outside, too.
I almost titled my post something along the lines of I love when things just work out. For instance, yesterday I made a humongous green smoothie. With the intention of drinking a smaller one, but more often. And then I slept late (for me) this morning. No time for breakfast before feeding all the animals, but time for a smoothie! It worked out perfectly.
Or the fact that several years ago I bought some fleece lined workout pants with a gazillion pockets. They were too tight then, but they fit fine now, and I was able to easily store my phone (which doubles as my MP3 player) and my keys. And most importantly, they kept my legs warm.
Of course, sometimes things don't work out. Like the boots I ordered. Only the order got screwed up, and I just received two of them. So now I have to send one back. Luckily they have free shipping & returns, but it's still kind of pain. I've got some other stuff to return to a different place, so maybe I'll finally get around to that -- we definitely could use that money!
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Do you have WIM (weigh-in madness)? A few symptoms might be:
1. Eating a really big meal after WI just because you don't have to WI for another week.
2. Eating a lighter meal before WI so that you'll weigh less.
3. Skipping meals altogether so you'll weigh less.
I have battled with this for 20 years. I've come a long ways, but I still have a ways to go. I can remember the days when I'd suck down a whole sleeve of rice cakes after WIs because I was so hungry (back then, I weighed in at night, and you truly do weigh more as the day goes on). Now I don't eat rice cakes at all because they really don't satisfy me -- not in taste nor in satiety.
But I still have a tendency to save my higher fat desserts or meals for WI days -- after I've weighed in, of course. Because then I have a whole week to work it off. Oh, of course I've accounted for it, tracked it, and it's within my points . . . but do it before a WI? I have, occasionally, but more often than not I'll save the good stuff for after WI.
It's not a healthy attitude, and it's one I continue to work on. So I'll incorporate it into my healthy habits challenge this month.
Last month's healthy habits challenge went great! I feel like I accomplished a lot, even if my weight didn't reflect it. So here is my new challenge for the month of December:
As a reward for November's challenge, I've ordered "Eat to Live" And "Eat for Health" by Joel Furhman from the library. Read 2 chapters a week. Until then, continue on with reading Louise Hay's "You Can Heal Your Life".
Continue with some extra ST at least 2 x week. In November I did arms; this month I'm going to concentrate on my middle. Angle at www.ohsheglows.com has a whittle my middle challenge going on. But I'll have to find my stability ball & inflate it (I think DH knows where it is, oddly enough). Which would be a good thing -- I could use it as a chair in here & we could both be on the computer at the same time.
Listen to my guided meditations at least 3 x week. I've already been doing it sporadically, but I want to step it up and make it a habit again. I've even toyed with the idea of having DH listen with me. At least once a week. He'll think it's silly, of course, but he'll be better for it. We'll see.
Treat WI day like any other day. Eat a full breakfast instead of a lighter one. Not save the "good" desserts for after WI. Drink my usual 4 glasses of water before WI. Usually I cut back to 3 on WI days -- it will mean I will almost certainly see a gain this week -- you'd be surprised what an extra 8 ounce glass of water will do to your weight in the short term -- but in the long term, I know that it is worth it.
I'll have to remember to write all this down on my calendar, too. And come up with new rewards.
Maybe it's even time to talk to DH about a healthy challenge for him. Just one thing. He seems a bit more relaxed, sort of, now that we're home and not looking at another trip (that we know of) for a while. Altho he's already thinking about when we ought to go back to Seattle to help out with his Dad again. He even brought me roses the other day, something he hasn't done in a long, long time -- his non-verbal way of apologizing for being so difficult to live with recently.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Ok, I'm stretching this one. Yes, I think I saw a mountain lion while we were in Seattle (actually, not right in the city, obviously, but in the suburbs where my MIL & SIL live. The day before we'd taken my FIL to a nearby park to walk, and as he so often does, he chose a steep uphill path. Only problem was he got tired about halfway down the path, and we didn't know how long it was.
Anyway, we went back to the park the next day, with my MIL in tow, but since she doesn't like to work too hard we didn't take the same path. I needed to walk some more, so when they left, I started back up the hill. As I was walking, all of the sudden I saw what I thought was a fawn.
Only I realized it wasn't the shape of a fawn, and there were no other deer around. I thought maybe it was a bobcat, but it was too big for that, and I thought I saw a tail. I suspect that it was a young cougar (aka mountain lion), altho I never really got close enough to tell.
DH gave me a hard time -- I had my cell phone with me, so why didn't I take a picture? Besides the fact that it would probably have been a mountain lion speck, I explained to him that when you see a potentially dangerous animal and you're by yourself, you don't stop to take pictures. You turn and walk (not run) the other way. Of course, you shouldn't turn your back on it, either, but I only thought that once I'd already done it.
I stopped again to look at it when I was a little further down. It was still watching me. Obviously, since I'm here, it never actually decided to check me out, but I must admit it was a bit scary. They actually call that hill cougar mountain, with good cause, obviously, and my SIL said a cougar had been sighted there that summer. Well, yeah!
So what does it have to do with weight loss? Not much, only I suppose we can take a lesson from it. When we're faced with food we know we shouldn't eat and we're all alone, better not to stop and contemplate it. Better to turn and walk away -- literally! Often a walk will cure a craving.
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