Friday, August 21, 2009
I swear yesterday's WW meeting was tailored just for me. Basically, it was about getting back on track. Motivation doesn't come hard to me, yet the scale shows that I've been off track for a while.
My leader shared with us her theory why so many people end up giving up after losing roughly 25 lbs or so: they get sloppy because they like the way the look again, or at least feel so much better about themselves.
Genius! Have I been sloppier? I guess the scale says I have been. Do I like the way I look again? Yes. Do I want to look even better? Yes. More importantly, is it important to me to be at a healthy weight? YES! Absolutely. Time to ramble a bit.
I went shopping yesterday. I wanted to check out Old Navy's skinny jeans at $20 a pair. I have a couple of pairs of boots that ought to be worn with your jeans tucked in, only my jeans all have too much fabric at the ankle to easily tuck them in.
Everyone has a brand that works for them, and I already knew Old Navy doesn't seem to work for me so I didn't have high hopes. But I couldn't pass up that price. Unfortunately, they didn't have any petites in my size. And while the jeans did give me a bit of a muffin top, they actually fit. Which totally shocked me. I can order them online, but since I couldn't actually try on a petite size, I'm going to be guessing about the size. I'm still debating what to do.
DH was supposed to come back on Monday, but now he's staying until Thursday, so he can stay longer with his folks. I'm fine with that, but I was a bit miffed that the only call I got yesterday lasted about a minute so he could tell me that. This is one of the downsides of being in NY now -- that darn 3 hour time difference.
And if I'm completely honest, I'm envious that he gets almost a week with his folks while I continue to hold down the fort here. Which I know is childish, and of course I want him to be with his folks, it's just that he has at least gotten breaks with travel with work (which yes, having done it myself I know it's tiring), while I haven't had any. Like I said, I KNOW that's childish, but hey, there you go. It's honest, & now it's out there.
I had planned to do so much the week, but accomplished very little. I really need my vacation! Altho still not quite sure how we're going to eat out with the dogs in tow. We could do it in Austin, it's such a dog friendly town there are places you can take your dogs with you. I'll have to get on Dogfriendly.com again & find some restaurants near us.
One of the foodie blogs I read has been raving about Lindt's Fleur de Sel for a while. It's a dark chocolate bar with salt in it. I bought one yesterday. O.M.G. The dark chocolate is so smooth. And it's 70% cocoa, so it's the good stuff. Definitely could be addictive. I had something else foodwise to share only now I can't think of it.
And to end on a good note, I've found someone thru Spark to meet up with & go see "The Time Traveler's Wife". I would've gone alone, but it's always so much nicer to go with someone. I read the book when it first came out & loved it -- have reread it several times; I know the movie got so-so reviews, but I still want to see it.
So there you go, have a great weekend, but don't get too comfortable!
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Who says the only things that taste good aren't good for you? I really do get cravings for healthy foods -- sometimes, anyway.
There was the time not long ago when I was staring at the grape tomatoes I'd bought to put into a salad for company, and I just had to have some. Altho I've found that raw tomatoes have a tendency to make me rather gassy, which is too bad because I love them so.
Or oatmeal. I like my oatmeal plain, with just a little bit of salt. I have started to put just a teaspoon of dark chocolate chips in it, along with some flaxseed. It's like a warm granola bar! Monday night something upset my stomach big time, and the next morning it was still hurting, and I found myself craving a nice, soothing bowl of oatmeal.
Those who've followed me a while know just how much I love my sweets. I know that we're born with a preference for sweets -- often, in olden days, preferring sweet tasting food preventing humans from poisoning themselves with wild plants. But sweets aren't the only thing I crave. I crave healthy, too, in more ways than one.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
I've never told her, but my mom has always been the moving force behind my wanting to lose weight -- now & all those years ago. Because I don't want to look like she did at 50, or 60, or . . . you get the picture.
My parents have taught me a lot, often things I don't want to do or be. For instance, I know that in order to lose weight, you've got to change. You've got to change big time, in fact. You don't have to change everything at once -- in fact, you're better off if you take baby steps -- but you can't expect to lose weight if you don't change how you eat; if you change how you eat, but never exercise; if you exercise, but you don't change how you eat.
It's a lifestyle, yes, but for a lot of us, it's uncharted territory. I've had 20 years of experimenting to get where I am today, and things still go clafluey sometimes. No, clafluey isn't a real word. I'm not expecting a good WI tomorrow, despite what I think was a good week. My jeans are feeling tight again this morning. It's very frustrating. I'm trying to figure out what I've got to change right now, and I just can't figure it out. If I could, I'd do it!
My parents, OTOH, are pretty resistant to change. When we went out to eat last weekend, I had a seaweed salad. My mom deigned to try it, but didn't like it (didn't hate it, but I know she'd never order one). My dad at first refused to even try it. But eventually he decided he would. He liked it. He actually likes more things than my mother -- once he will actually try them; but he doesn't want to try new things.
I, OTOH, am constantly trying new things. I finally bought myself some quinoa. I know how healthy it is, but somehow I've been resistant to it. Something about the way it looks when cooked. In trying to find dinners that don't require a whole lot of cooking, however, I ran across a recipe for basically a tabbouleh made with quinoa. So I decided to give it a try.
While I walked the dogs on Sunday morning, my husband was in charge of feeding my parents. I left him a long list of what we had, and where. My mom decided on a bagel with some cheese. I had some really old WW bagels -- I didn't really like them; they just taste funny to me. I also had some whole wheat bagels.
Apparently they wanted the WW bagels, but those were so old they were like rocks. They didn't want the whole wheat ones because they were whole wheat, although personally I think they taste better.
My mom isn't diabetic, but I guess she's pre-diabetic because she's not supposed to have sugar. Yet she still hasn't made the mind switch that whole grain breads are better for her than white ones, even enriched white ones.
The bottom line is that it IS a big change. It's got to be. You've got to want it enough to make those changes. And you've got to learn to love those changes, or they will never become a lifestyle for you.
You don't have to change all at once, though. You shouldn't change all at once, in fact. Pick one goal to work on each day. Maybe two. Little changes really do add up.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
"Cause there's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb!"
You can find the rest of the lyrics at www.metrolyrics.com/the-climb-lyrics
I fell in love with this song the first time I heard it. It's the perfect song for much of life, but definitely a good weight loss anthem. I was just stunned when I learned it was from Miley Cyrus!
On a personal note, my FIL could use some prayers. He has been in the hospital with a kidney stone & infection, and isn't doing very well (he has Alzheimers). They haven't been able to operate on the stone yet, and my poor MIL & SIL are just exhausted from trying to keep him from pulling out all the tubes (even tho the hospital is supposed to have someone to watch him).
In a weird twist of fate, my husband will be going to see them this weekend. He's in CA on business, and had already planned to fly to Seattle for the weekend. He may move up his flight or stay longer, even tho his mom said it wouldn't help (altho I assured him it would).
When he was first planning this trip, he asked if I wanted to come to Seattle & I immediately said yes. Despite the fact that staying with his parents is no picnic, it would be a break -- and I haven't seen his parents in a year; I'm not sure his father actually remembers me anymore. But then he started complaining about how difficult it would be, and I got mad, because why did he ask me if he didn't want me to come? Now I wish I'd stuck to my guns and gone with him. Altho it probably would've been even more difficult. But I'm sure he could use the support, too.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sometimes I feel that's how I view myself. Funny how your perspective can change hour to hour, not even day to day!
Yesterday morning I was truly feeling as though my pooch has expanded. Definitely one of the areas of my body that doesn't seem to shrink easily, but that's typical of most of us (my butt, OTOH, while still very ample, has definitely shrunk significantly).
Yesterday evening, as I contemplated my face after my run, I was like damn! Your face looks good. Maybe it was the fact that my hair was dirty & sweaty enough that I didn't have frizz like a halo around my face as usual -- it was almost straight. I've always loved my curls, never straightened them, but for the first time I could see why someone might.
The last few weeks have definitely been a roller coaster ride weight wide. I really still feel that I'm not eating any differently than I've been eating all along. And so I struggle with am I eating enough? Too much? Too much of the wrong things?
I had a big ole piece of my broccoli quiche for supper last night. It's vegan though -- so yes, there is pie crust -- real, home made pie crust -- but the filling is basically tofu & broccoli & onions. I couldn't tell you the last time I had any pie crust, and I know the filling is totally healthy.
Now that our flurry of entertaining is over, though, I can settle back into a more normal eating pattern. I hope. Of course then there's our mini-vacation in a couple of weeks. But then there's always something to celebrate, always some occasion to eat. That's why we have to develop a healthy lifestyle, and not be all or nothing eaters. But that's a subject for another blog.
P.S. Did you see the new Spark mugs? I totally want one. I have a real thing for mugs.
P.P.S. My folks made it home ok. Only to call & say my Dad left his jacket, & when we couldn't find it in the house, could we call the restaurant? Only to call back later (when we'd called the restaurant, of course) to say he'd never brought that jacket at all. They are showing their age -- well, my Dad is anyway. He can barely walk. I always feel that things happen for a reason, and that moving here while they're getting older might be the reason for this move. And my husband's Dad isn't doing very well at the moment, either, but it's frustrating to be clear across the country -- altho my husband will be seeing them this coming weekend.
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