Sunday, July 26, 2009
Yesterday I dragged DH to a new farmer's market. I pointed out to him that farmer's markets here are only open til the end of October, unlike in Austin, where they're open year round (I'll miss that!). Altho apparently this particular one has an indoor one throughout the winter months.
Unfortunately, they didn't allow dogs, so he had to walk the dogs around while I shopped. Pity, huh?
Last night's meal came directly from the farmer's market: grilled steak, grilled corn on the cob, and sauteed Swiss Chard. Yum! Our first grilled corn of the season. I believe in trying to eat local as much as possible, so I wouldn't get corn until I could get local corn here -- which is an edge over Austin, where apparently there were no corn growers, because sadly there was never fresh corn at the farmer's market.
This is part of why the people in Europe stay slim -- they walk everywhere, and on their way home from work, they stop at the market and pick up fresh ingredients for dinner. The fresher food can be eaten, the more nutrients it has (which is also why I buy corn the day I'll be cooking it).
It's too bad they don't allow dogs, because it happens to be a really nice farmer's market; nicer than the one we've been going to -- which does allow dogs, though, and is closer to home. I used to regularly take the dogs to the farmer's market in Austin, then take them for a nice long walk afterwards. They love farmer's markets -- you never know what you might be able to pick up off the ground!
Speaking of the dogs, I have to share this story. Yesterday was one of those days where it seems DH and I were just at each other's throats all day (he is leaving on a short business trip tomorrow; maybe that's part of it).
Anyway, he cut the lawn, something he's been putting off doing. Granted, it's been raining a lot, but he's had more than one opportunity to do it lately. He wants me to take over the lawn cutting, and that just isn't going to happen. It's great exercise -- and he doesn't get much. He also had 7 years when we first got married with no lawn cutting because we lived in a condo -- while I worked full time with lots of overtime, and did all the household chores, cooking, grocery shopping, etc. -- he got away with murder then!
Anyway, back to the story. So, I was making something to bring to our little dog meetup today, and then I got on the treadmill to run. I knew I wouldn't finish before he came in, so I wore the headphones so he wouldn't have to listen to "Mamma Mia" blaring. He comes in and promptly changes the channel. I was not happy -- and it escalated to some yelling on both sides. I think Chester was coming to me either for my protection or to protect me, but he tried to get on the treadmill while it was going 4 mph and just slid off the end and then was scrambling to get on.
I was actually scared he was going to hurt himself, and didn't really quite know if I should stop it, but it did stop on its own eventually. In retrospect, it was pretty funny -- sort of looked like a road runner's cartoon. He's never, ever done that before.
They may need to learn to walk on the treadmill this winter (it can be done!), but not at 4 mph!
Friday, July 24, 2009
There is an internal war going on in our house. DH always wants to go somewhere or order from somewhere that has a deal; I want to eat healthy. He's all about the money; I'm all about the quality and portion size.
Take the other night, for instance. We ordered pizza. Yes, I do eat pizza on a fairly regular basis. But he always wants the large pizza -- because that's what the coupons are for. One of the things I really like up here is that you can order personal size (or small) pizzas from almost all the pizza places, and that's what I want -- instant portion size control.
The personal size pizza cost $6 at this particular place, and it's enough for 2 meals for me. The large pizza cost my husband $13, and it should be enough for 4 meals for him -- so the costs aren't really any different, but the cost to his waistline is astronomical (especially since I can't convince him to get anything other than pepperoni). A slice of large pizza is at least 3 times the size of a slice of the personal size pizza.
My bottom line: what is the cost to you down the road? Yes, it would have been cheaper to share a pizza -- I could have had half without pepperoni -- but the cost to my waistline isn't worth it. Yes, I could have had only 1 slice, and I probably would have been okay, but chances are I wouldn't have been satisfied with 1 slice.
Because sometimes satisfaction comes from perceived portion size -- with the personal pizza, I ate 3 slices. That probably came out to just a bit more than 1 slice of the large, but it seems like more.
My health is worth it to me.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
So I stayed the same at my WI today. Oh, there are all sorts of excuses, as there always are: maybe that pizza last night wasn't such a great idea; TOM should arrive next week, and I'm sure feeling the cramps with the impending arrival; and I forgot to take my pedometer out of my pocket (so in reality, I must've had a small loss.
What I'm really at a loss for is why I gained the weight. I didn't do anything different that particular week, no massive pigout, plenty of exercise, etc. etc. In fact, I'd venture to say I ate more this week, and I didn't gain an ounce.
When I blogged about doubt, there's always that niggling fear in the back of your mind that you really haven't made good choices, and that it will catch up with you one day -- I know without a doubt that isn't true. I still can't explain it, and considering just how long it takes me to lose 3 lbs, it's incredibly frustrating. Altho I wouldn't be surprised if there's a sizable weight loss after TOM has left, but I'd also be surprised if it's 3 lbs.
I went shopping this afternoon. Shopping is such a pleasure now. I've always loved to shop, but it's so frustrating when nothing fits. That is definitely no longer the case. In fact, I can see vanity sizing everywhere, because I'm often wearing a small and sometimes an XS on top, and I know I am not truly an XS. But whatever; it feels good.
I even got a pair of shorts, which was one of the main aims of this shopping foray. They aren't perfect -- shorts are incredibly hard for me to find, no matter how much I weigh. The waist is too big, the legs (they're those kneed length shorts, but not a wide leg) are a bit tight, but for $25, they'll work for this summer. It's been so cool & rainy, I've barely needed shorts. In fact, one of my husband's coworkers, who got transferred here from Oregon, joked that it's been rainier here than it was in Oregon! (Yes, that's for you Kate). But it has been very rainy -- we've got mushrooms growing in with the grass.
The rest were mostly just simple tshirt basics, but the colors were really nice & I know these all last a while. I still spent more than I had planned to. So now I need to stay away from the mall for a few months! Altho this was only the second time I've been there, and the first time was last weekend to go to the movies (didn't have time afterwards to shop).
The only thing I added back in last week was the kettlebells, and they are a heavier weight than I've been lifting since I moved here. But even if I am building muscle, my clothes aren't fitting looser.
The body is truly a mystery at times. About the only change I've decided to make is to only have one rest day a week, instead of two. I don't really think that will make a difference, but I'm going to try it. I will mind my BLTs again this week -- did really well with that last week, not so good the previous week -- and I will continue to believe I will get to my goal.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
That, apparently, is the title of a new reality tv show. It claims that the average American woman is a size 14/16 now, and basically, it's the bachelor with plus sized woman.
I am not sure how I feel about this. While it is nice to have "real" woman on tv, I can't help but think it's an exploitation. But then, I don't watch reality tv unless it involves singing or dancing or I suppose cooking (are cooking shows the original reality tv?), and I think it's pretty much all exploitation. I don't really understand people's fascination with it.
I am all for loving yourself at any size, altho it's a trick I've never really mastered myself. My biggest problem with being heavy is that it just isn't healthy. No matter how fit and fat you are, you just don't have as much energy when you're heavy as you do when you're thinner.
So what do you think: good idea? bad idea? want to get on the show?
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Sometimes it surprises me that I have any blood left in my body, considering the times I have to bite my tongue til it feels like it ought to bleed.
I am lucky, I suppose, that I am not married to one of those tall string beans who can eat any crap they want and never have to move a muscle. That actually was the case when we got married -- except for the fact that he's short (in fact, the same height as Michael J. Fox, who always looked so short to me -- yet DH doesn't look THAT short to me). He was skinny, then, too skinny.
But that was many moons ago. Now he could stand to lose quite a few pounds; there's that embarrassing crack when he kneels down; he's on medication for his high blood pressure; and of course the fact that his father got dementia at a young age worries me.
Yet I know I cannot light the spark for him; it must come from within. I want him to feel the same things I do -- how much easier it is to shop for clothes, how much more comfortable those clothes are, how much more energy I have. I want that for him, too.
Yesterday I was tired. It's not like I did that much: walked the dogs, got my library card, went grocery shopping at a couple of different stores, did an exercise DVD, made a rhubarb-strawberry crisp, and made dinner. It doesn't seem like much at all when I relate it, but he pointed out, as he has in the past, that by making things like the crisp when I could be doing other stuff (like, oh, maybe going thru a few more boxes), I tired myself out.
That may be true, but for me, it's the only way I know how to lose weight: to eat real food, not stuff that comes out of a box or from a restaurant or a bakery. Real food with real ingredients where I can control exactly what goes into it. That's what works for me. It may not be what works for you, but it's what works for me.
Real food requires more effort, even if you're not baking desserts, and I personally feel it is time well invested.
So my once again rambling point is twofold:
1. We have to find what works for us, not what works for our friends, our coworkers, our family. We are all different, and what works for me may not work for you.
2. We can't help anyone who isn't ready for help -- not even ourselves. The spark has to come from within.
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