Sunday, February 08, 2009
Today I took the dogs for a long walk at the hike & bike trail -- they were into it, and we walked about 2 hours -- only a bit less than 4 miles, though, we don't walk fast & there's lots of stopping. Still, we did register 90 minutes of aerobic steps on my pedometer, and that' s pretty good.
I wasn't really quite planning that long a walk, but it was cool & cloudy & the conditions were just right. By the time we were done, though, it was way past lunchtime already. Even though I have food at home, fast food was really the only option. I haven't done fast food in I don't know how long. A year maybe? Frozen pizzas (Amy's) tend to be my indulgence.
If you're like me, when you've had a really good workout (although I'm not sure this one really qualified -- still, I had 13,000 steps by noon), you begin to think about treating yourself. With food.
My plan was to have a salad. But as I was driving home, thoughts of Taco Bell began dancing through my head. McDonalds & Taco Bell are right next to each other. Or maybe Taco Cabana -- a step up from Taco Bell. It's been ages since I've had Mexican, and I probably won't be getting a lot of Mexican up in Albany.
I stuck to my guns, though. I ordered a salad. McDonalds really does make a great salad. Only I ordered a Ranch salad, which has cheese and bacon. I don't know why; I guess it had been so long since I'd been there I'd kind of forgotten what they have. Normally I get a Caesar salad. Always with grilled chicken. The Ranch salad wasn't that much worse than the Caesar salad pointwise -- just a difference of 1 point.
I like salads but I so rarely make them. It takes effort! Although now that it's warming up (here, it'll still be cool in Albany when I move), I'll probably move away from soups and into salads. I practically lived on my spinach, strawberry, and goat cheese salad last year. Yummy.
I'm also hoping that they have some good strawberries at the store this week . . . I'm thinking chocolate dipped strawberries for Valentine's.
Ok, so you probably don't want to read anymore about food. The really roundabout point of this blog is that we shouldn't use food as a reward. If we've had a good workout, we should refuel with good food and not junk.
It's funny, I really do feel better when I'm eating well. So why can it be so hard to do sometimes?
Friday, February 06, 2009
Not even against ourselves. I have a confession: I only change my ticker when my weight goes down; I don't change it when it goes up -- I know that eventually it will go down again, and it alawys does, so so far it's worked for me.
I can see, though, that I am not on track, at the moment, to make my next goal of 135 lbs by the end of May. Of course, that's still almost 4 months away, so who knows?
I also know that by eating less, or maybe eating differently, I might be able to lose weight faster. But I'm interested in permanent weight loss and a sustainable lifestyle, not quick weight loss.
Don't get me wrong, if I could have both -- in a healthful way -- you better believe I'd be grabbing it and holding on tight!
I haven't lost a whole lot of weight in the last month and a half. But I feel as if I have. And maybe I have -- maybe I've changed the way my body looks. The scale says I've only lost 2 pounds, which really isn't terrible. Yet the same jeans that gave me a mild muffin top just 2 months ago are completely comfortable now.
Here's something even weirder, but in a good way: shopping is just as much trouble now as it was when I was heavier. Because now everything fits! I stopped off at a store today because they were having a fairly decent sale. I really wasn't planning to spend much, if anything. Yet I walked away with 2 velour tops at a real steal, and 2 tshirts that are totally cute (and unfortunately seemed to be the only 2 things in the store not on sale -- how do I do that?). I also put back a couple of tops that didn't cost that much, but I already ended up spending way more than I'd planned to anyway.
But it feels good! It feels even better to look in the mirror and be so pleased with my body.
I'm always reevaluating the way I eat, too. Today I brought a protein bar with me. This one was a new one I hadn't tried before, and a bit more caloric than the ones I normally stick with. When I go shopping after my WI, though, I don't get to eat lunch until very late, and sometimes I get really hungry. I figured that most likely I wouldn't have an afternoon snack because of my late lunch. Only I realized when I got home that I wasn't really all that hungry. That small bar had really filled me up -- something that would never have happened several months ago. It was, in fact, my lunch -- and totally satisfying. So I just had a snack of fruit, yogurt, and granola a few hours later.
I don't really like to have protein bars instread of "real" food, which is why I usually stick to ones with less calories (normally around 200 calories) and have them as a snack. But it's nice to know that on the rare occasion when I don't really have time to eat, I can turn to something smaller & convenient to fill me up -- and although it was expensive for a protein bar, even on sale, it costs way less than a fast food drive through would have cost me.
It's hard not to want to lose that 2 lbs every single week (not that I ever lose 2 lbs in a week -- well, hardly ever). The real question, though, is that if this is a lifestyle, why are we in such a rush? A rush to be "done", as so many say? Because we're never done. This is it; it's our life; and we better enjoy it now.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
On the Today show today they had a segment on twins -- how one can look older than the other. One of the points is that the heavier twin looked younger.
Which is not to say that you should be fat -- and they did emphasize that -- but that extra fat carries extra estrogen, which helps give the skin more elasticity. And I blogged just the other day about how Susan Weed suggested you'll have an easier menopause transition if you're carrying an extra 10 pounds.
While I think an extra 10 pounds is probably a tad excessive, a few extra pounds might just be what the doctor ordered -- assuming that you don't have health problems, of course.
There's a happy medium somewhere between too thin and too fat. It isn't a number, it's how we look and feel. Yes, I do have a final goal weight in mind -- but I'm far enough away from it that I'm willing to be flexible about it. My ultimate goal weight will be one I can hopefully maintain while still being satisfied with my life.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Just a quickie today. Couldn't really think of anything to say til now.
Ever heard the saying that nothing tastes as good as thin feels? I just modified it a bit.
The jeans I bought a couple of months ago -- some were just a little tight, one was really tight -- are now all comfortable. Except for maybe a couple of minutes after they've just been washed and dried.
It feels so wonderful to know that I can buy tight clothes, and they WILL fit eventually. Unlike all those jeans I just donated that never even got worn.
Because a couple of pairs were a new, more form fitting cut, I worried a bit that they would never be comfortable; that I'm just not "cut out" for tighter fits. But I guess I am, because they're comfortable now.
I didn't get to weigh in last week, but I know I've lost some weight, even if the scale won't show it this week.
Monday, February 02, 2009
For a long time I've wondered why I always feel that I'm not good enough. I had a good childhood. I'm reasonably intelligent. I think I'm a nice person. I'm talented. So what makes me feel so unworthy?
I think I had an epiphany today. Working through Louise Hay's "You Can Heal Your Life" (yes, I have a weakness for self help books), I realized where I got some of these messages.
I wanted to be an artist from a very young age, but my parents, while proud of me, didn't think I was good enough -- and urged me to find a practical career. A common enough story; in fact, my husband shares that story with me -- and yes, I think he suffers from the same feelings of unworthiness.
I remember I won an art scholarship my senior year in high school, but my fellow students were mad at me. I'd only taken art my senior year, as before I was involved in too many other classes to have the time. So they never viewed me as an artist; they were sure I earned the scholarship because of my grades, not my ability.
It goes beyond denying my artistic talents, too. I was always the one no one wanted on their teams. I was terrible at sports, I wasn't popular, and so no one wanted me.
And I got those same messages from my parents again and again, in very subtle ways. I wasn't allowed to take the violin, as my sister did, because it was too hard. I turned out to be the musical one in the family, although in fairness, that wasn't apparent immediately.
I wasn't allowed to take french because my sister struggled with it so. I turned out to be the one with a facility for languages.
The overriding message of my childhood was to not reach higher -- to take the safe road. To be practical.
So here I sit at the cusp of middle age, not sure what I want to do. Afraid to fail, even though I've taken the plunge before and had my own business for many years.
I'm glad I've at least begun to understand some of the reasons I always feel not good enough. Knowledge is power.
The ironic thing is that I know that I am a strong person, and I have to strength to deal with the hand life has dealt me. It isn't always easy to push past the fears, though. I'd like to be earning some money again, but I enjoy being home. I'm still not sure how to balance earning money with my passions.
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