Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Bet you didn't expect to hear from me today, huh? We don't leave til about 11 am (I thought it was 3 pm, and boy, am I missing those extra hours). I'm an early bird, always up early, so here I am.
Yesterday was busy, busy, busy. And a new PR fro steps -- almost 18,000. Didn't really feel like I got that many; I'm not sure how I did it.
Unfortunately, it was also one of those days were lots & lots of little things go wrong. I won't bore you with the details, suffice it say it was frustrating and involves discontinued chocolates, non appearing downloads, and naked cats. Don't ask.
I didn't have a whole lot of time to eat. Dinner was late, and I was starving by that point, but also tired so just ate what was planned. And the evening was filled with more little chores so I didn't really have the time to snack.
I was up a tiny amount at my WI yesterday (but not as much as they told me I was), but it was less than a week & preTOM plus dinner out the night before, so not terribly surprising. I'm not where I wanted to be numbers-wise, but it is what it is. I'll just focus on one meal at a time.
Still trying to figure out how to stuff my boots in . . . I really shouldn't bring them, but I really want to plus I think they'll be useful in the dreary weather predicted for the first part of the trip. Too much stuff, as usual.
Don't know how often I'll be checking in. If we have internet access & I can actually get on the laptop, I might pop in now & again. If not, I'll "see" you in a couple of weeks. Make those hapy, healthy, fulfilled weeks! Make every moment count.
Monday, October 12, 2009
I am almost 10 lbs thinner than this before/after photo, and was hoping to have time to take a new photo -- but we're leaving for a 2 week trip tomorrow & there's just no time!
The one that nobody wanted on their team. The last one to be picked. The couch potato.
I wasnít heavy as a child, but I was never particularly athletic. My sister and brother were athletic, but somehow that gene skipped me. I swam because they swam. I love to swim, but I am a very slow swimmer Ė I am slow at most things. I excelled at bowling, of all things.
But I hated team sports. I was terrible at softball, at basketball, at volleyball. Those presidentís athletic tests were just pure torture for me. In grade school, I used to hang out in the bleachers with my friend who couldnít participate in gym because of an illness. I donít know why the teacher never forced me to participate, but he didnít. In high school, we had several choices. I would choose track Ė because the teacher never actually walked out to the track, so we used to just sit out there and gab. And those gym uniforms? Whoever thought up those torture devices should be shot.
My parents were both heavy, but we ate fairly nutritious meals and very rarely ate fast food. Of course, after a swim meet, the reward was almost always to go out for an ice cream sundae. I learned to equate food as a reward at an early age. I started to pile on the pounds when I was a teenager. I donít really know why Ė all in all, I had a good childhood, and nothing in particular happened then. I was lonely, tho; Iíve never had lots of friends, always felt like an outsider.
College was probably my first inkling that fitness could be fun. We had a gym requirement, but there were a wide variety of classes. I swam, of course, as Iíve continued to do for most of my life. But I took horseback riding one quarter, then ice skating another. Iíd grown up ice skating outside on ponds, but never much more than just fooling around. For the first time, I learned things like crossovers and how to skate backwards Ė and began to go skating on the weekends for FUN. Whoíd have thunk?
I wasnít a great skater, but I enjoyed it. I chose to do it rather than just sit around in my dorm room.
My first serious attempt at a diet was probably before my wedding. I chose slimfast. I was determined to fit into my sisterís dress, and even tho sheís taller than me, I had to lose weight. Slimfast back then wasnít what it is today. There were bars and shakes, but they were tiny. They didnít taste bad, but they sure werenít filling. But Iím a pretty determined (some might say stubborn) person, and I wore my sisterís dress.
Of course the pounds didnít stay off. By my late 20s, I just knew I had to do something. Again, there wasnít any particular photo or episode that was my ďlast strawĒ; I was just sick and tired of being fat.
I donít know why I joined Weight Watchers. No one I knew had ever done it. There wasnít a whole lot of choice back then, tho, and I knew I wanted something where I ate real food.
I didnít lose the weight quickly, but I lost 38 lbs, became a lifetime member, and a leader. I continued to struggle with my weight, though. I moved to TX after about a year, and because I was above my goal weight, I couldnít be a leader anymore. I went back to meetings on more than one occasion, but couldnít seem to lose weight anymore.
Through all the years, though, one thing was constant: exercise. I didnít particularly enjoy exercise, but I liked how I felt afterward. I liked that I could eat more when I exercised.
I joined a local women only gym. I started to work out with personal trainers, probably one of the best gifts I ever gave myself. I never thought of myself as particularly strong, but my personal trainer showed me otherwise. She pushed me hard, but she believed in me. She showed me I could be so much more than I thought I could be.
I realized just how much I had changed the day I got caught in some horrific traffic snarl and couldnít make my kickboxing class. I called my husband, whose reply was to get myself some chocolate. ďI donít want chocolateĒ, I wailed, ďI want to be doing kickboxingĒ.
Who was this person? The person that wanted exercise more than chocolate?
Since this is already a book, I flash forward to spark people. Spark people gave me the courage to go back to Weight Watchers. And this time itís working. Iíve lost almost 30 lbs so far Ė slowly, as always Ė but I feel so much better.
And spark people became a goldmine of exercise advice. I started to hear about this Turbojam thing. I donít think I ever heard anyone say they didnít like it. I started to read about how people gave themselves healthy rewards, something Iíve never been very good at. I decided to give Turbojam a try, and I found out exercise can be really fun.
Iíve been exercising, in one form or another, for decades. It became a habit for me a long time ago. And I had quite a few exercise DVDs already, as I had quit the gym some time ago. None of them were fun. Exercise is something you do, right, itís a means to an end Ė it canít be fun, right?
I learned with Turbojam that exercise can, indeed, be fun. But itís about so much more than that. I love how Chalene drops in encouragement, telling us that weíre so much stronger than we think we are, that itís okay to have what we want (in moderation). She doesnít scream at us or call us pussy Ė you catch more flies with honey than vinegar, after all.
After more than a year, Turbojam is still in my rotation. Iíve gone on to try other fun fitness DVDs, like Zumba, Core Rhythms, Yoga Booty Ballet, and more. Trust me, thereís something out there thatís exercise that youíll enjoy. Maybe it isnít Turbojam, or maybe not any more. But exercise doesnít have to be about pushing yourself to your limits, or hundreds of crunches and pushups. It should be something you enjoy. Because if you enjoy what you do, youíll look forward to it Ė and making it a habit will be easy.
So if you think you canít go from couch potato to avid exerciser, Iím here to call you a liar. Because if I can do it, anyone can do it. Because I am you.
And if you actually made it this far, you seriously deserve a spark goodie!
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Packing is always a bit of a torture. I don't know how my husband does it -- he hasn't even started yet, and we're leaving Tuesday! I've been packing for about a week. I always try to start with what I think is the bare minimum, but inevitably, it's still too much.
It isn't even the clothes. It's the shoes, the books, the workout clothes, the food. For instance, I'm bringing some oatmeal with me. I've really gotten into what I call my Reeses cup oatmeal -- oatmeal with 2 tbsp peanut butter (yup, you read that right) & 1 tsp dark chocolate chips. Love it; eat it almost every morning.
I got to thinking about those chocolate chips. Do I really need them on a 2 week vacation where I'm pretty sure to indulge, at least somewhat? Those little things can really add up over time. So I tried my oatmeal this morning with just the PB. It's not the same. I haven't decided yet. It may really just come down to how much space there is.
Then there are the shoes. I'm bringing my running shoes, altho I don't know if I'll run. Depends on how exorbitantly expensive the health club at the hotel in Prague is (I already know that it costs extra, but haven't been able to ferret out just how much extra). I'll bring my Clarks black shoes, which have a bit of a heal so my jeans don't drag -- but aren't the most exciting shoes in the world. But I can walk in them pretty comfortably (my running shoes aren't real warm, and right now the weather doesn't look so hot).
I really wanted to bring a nice pair of shoes, too. I wanted to bring the little half boots I just got, but I seriously doubt I'll be able to fit them in.
And I haven't yet picked up my books at the library . . . I'm so hoping they'll be paperbacks, but I know the odds are against it. I really don't think I have room for 2 hardcovers!
I will work it out, as I always do, I know.
Friday, October 09, 2009
How often have you thought that? Said it? Wailed about it? Or it's only half a pound, or quarter, etc.
I remember something someone who lost over 100 lbs said -- she lost it one pound at a time. It's always stuck with me. Every amount, no matter how small, can add up. It's only when we can't see the forest for the trees that we start saying "it's only a pound".
I was thinking about this as I was driving around doing errands today. Fall foliage is in full swing, if not quite at peak yet. It didn't seem as pretty to me driving around as it often does on my walks (or maybe that was just the gray, drizzly day speaking to me).
And then I realized: when I'm walking, I'm not looking at several trees altogether. I'm glorying in the splendor of one single tree at a time for the most part. The trees that look like they've been set on fire, they're so colorful. The multitude of colors carpeting the grass that are making me just itch to pick up a paintbrush again (and yet I haven't).
And I thought that our weight loss is like that, too. We definitely don't see the forest for the trees. We don't realize we've changed until our pants come sliding off. And that's a pity.
It's all about really being present, I guess. Which is so hard, when there are a million different tasks pulling us in a million different directions. I keep working on it. I know if I'm not present, I'm only half living my life.
Thursday, October 08, 2009
. . . just not my weight!
Anyway. We had a VERY windy day yesterday. I was on the couch watching some tv with the dogs at 8 pm when the power goes off (DH was at a work meeting -- naturally). Luckily, we sprang for a generator not too long ago. After several ice storms when DH was powerless for days last year, and talking to one of our neighbors, we did it.
We'd talked about doing it in Austin, but never got around to it. It was a great test -- came right on after a few seconds, like it's supposed to. Powered the things it's supposed to (fridge, microwave, heat, some of the downstairs lights). One downside is that it's loud, basically right below our bedroom window, and we didn't get much sleep -- plus I hadn't slept well the previous night, either.
I don't know when the power came on, but when I got back home a bit after noon today it was back on. Woohoo! I'll actually be able to make the spaghetti to go along with the large pot of spaghetti sauce I've got going in the crockpot (there's a couple of outlets in the kitchen the generator powers -- but not the stove).
So I am tired, and behind on my reading. But I'll be able to get my strength training in this afternoon. I've been packing steadily for the last week, but it always seems like at the last minute I end up making difficult decisions. We'll see. Like where to put my food and books.
As to my weight, it seems a little bit stuck. TOM is roughly a week or so away -- which might explain the munchies I've been getting lately. I'm sure the pretzels & tortilla chips I sucked down after my "long" run yesterday (read: 3 miles) didn't much help. Or the sodium from the frozen pizza because I was too tired to make dinner (but thankfully DID get the spaghetti sauce ready so all I had to do this morning was stick it in the crockpot and turn it on).
Sometimes my appetite just doesn't cooperate with the best laid plans.
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