Thursday, February 13, 2014
Yesterday I stopped at a nearby convenience store to pick up a few supplies for my sick kid at home. While I was there, I thought I'd get myself a fountain Diet Pepsi (tastes better than canned/bottled). Believe it or not, the Diet Pepsi spigot was "Out of Order." I put my cup back. I didn't want another flavor.
When I got home, I tended to my son and then made myself some lunch. After lunch, I just wanted a little something... You know that feeling? I'm not talking a piece of cake or a bag of M&Ms. Just something small. My husband had bought some Trader Joe's dark chocolate peanut butter cups. One of those sounded really good to me. I went to get one where I had last seen them, and they weren't there. I searched. They weren't anywhere. Either he hid them really well, or someone ate them all, or he took them to work. Either way, I was foiled again.
No soda. No treat.
I had to appreciate the divine intervention -- or whatever you want to call it! Left to my own devices, I don't always eat/drink the best. Remove the bad choices, and I don't have any choice!
Monday, February 10, 2014
I've realized something about myself and my Sparkiness. I am on Sparkpeople a lot when I'm doing well, and I love to blog about that. It seems to reinforce the good habits. "Look how well I'm doing!"
So I'm here today to confess in all its ugliness how far off the wagon I fell yesterday. Pull up a chair.
I actually did really well the first half of the day. I ate within range and planned what I would be eating for supper, and that kept me in range too. I was planning on going to the Y to bike. While I was still home, I was drinking Diet Pepsi. I knew I should be drinking water instead, especially considering I was going to exercise, but somehow I just didn't get around to switching from soda to water until I was heading out the door. I took my water bottle with me.
I went to the Y and while I was lifting weights on the Cybex machines, I started feeling kinda yucky. Sort of light-headed. Given my fainting/vertigo/anemia issues, I'm highly tuned to any bit of dizziness I feel. I drank more water, finished the Cybex, and moved on to the exercise bike. I did 10 miles instead of my planned 14 because I just wasn't feeling very energetic. I was actually starting to feel a little shaky. I blamed it on my lack of water and my light lunch -- two of those healthy muffins... no protein at all.
So I went home feeling dizzy and shaky and thought I better eat something. I had some leftovers for supper at like 4:00. I still felt yucky. I had a piece of toast and a banana, which maxed out my calories for the day. Oh well, I still hadn't gone over. Then... I don't know. I kinda think eating at the top of my range seemed just as bad as going over, so I thought what the hell?! I had a couple (4) of those yummy IKEA raspberry cookies. Then my husband got home with groceries from Trader Joe's and I had 3 of those yummy dark chocolate peanut butter cups. Gradually I started to realize it wasn't hunger that was making me feel crappy, because obviously I wasn't hungry anymore! I remembered that I forgot to take my medication in the morning. I took my pill, took a bath, and went to bed around 6:00. I napped off and on for an hour or so and then got up, feeling pretty much better. Great, now I can tackle the paperwork I put off all weekend! Jee, wouldn't a bowl of popcorn be nice while I'm sorting through these papers??? Yup. I was on a roll.
So, rather than my nice, light 1300 calories, I ended my day with 2300 calories!
Oink, oink, oink, gobble, gobble.
I guess this goes to show that even when you are on track, something can throw you off. Something unexpected.
Today -- yes, I will remember my medication! And I'll get right back to light eating. I'm not going to beat myself up about my piggy day, just try to learn from it and let it go.
Happy Monday, Sparklers!
Sunday, February 09, 2014
This seems to happen to me almost every weekend. I'll start Saturday with all these lofty plans, but before I know it, the day is getting away from me. I'm so good at frittering away a Saturday morning watching TV and dinking around on the computer. I love my lazy weekend mornings.
So I didn't quite get around to everything on my list yesterday, which means I'm replanning today. The truth is my weekdays are so busy that I just really love to be lazy on the weekend and have no demands on my time -- even if those demands are coming from me! "I should....."
I did run a 5K yesterday and biked a small amount. I did a small amount of grocery shopping. I did a couple loads of laundry and prepped a breakfast casserole (last night) for this morning. I did meet a friend for a cocktail (ONE light beer, which fit into my calorie limit, thank you very much).
Today I intend to enjoy my lazy morning and put together a meal plan for the week and a shopping list. Then, depending on when my son wakes up, I may take him out for lunch and then to the grocery store. I'm going to make a wonderful soup today and a new healthy muffin recipe. And.... go to the Y for 14 miles of biking and the Cybex equipment. Oh yeah -- and pay bills! Meant to do that yesterday......
The friend I met last night wanted to get together to pick my brain about fitness and weight loss. This is such a shock to me, but of course I was happy to talk her ear off about it.
It's funny to me how many different ways people approach weight loss. I'm very happy that I found something that works for me. I know a woman who lost a lot of weight following a program that seemed to involve ONLY vegetables. I never understood this diet. She would eat a big bag of steamed broccoli for lunch. I could not stand that! I don't think you'd ever feel full, and I'm not sure that it's even healthy -- where's the protein? Another friend is doing a paleo diet. No grains.
I don't do well with those limited diets. I don't do well with deprivation. Tell me I can never have a cookie again and by God all I want is cookies. Tell me I should eat around 1300 calories a day, and I just may occasionally make room for a cookie... or a half cookie.
Come to think of it, I haven't had a cookie in a long time. There was that tiny taste of cheesecake last weekend... Lately that ad for McDonald's Chocolate-Covered Strawberry Frappe keeps popping up on my screen. Doesn't that sound YUMMY? I thought maybe I could treat myself to that and looked up the calories... OVER 500! I don't think so!
So this approach works for me. I read an article on MindBodyGreen by some woman who lost 50 pounds and kept it off. Something about her attitude irritated me. She was all about cutting out sugar and gluten and I forget what else. That's so extreme. How many overweight people can even fathom going that extreme? Sure, that's healthy, but psychologically is it achievable for most of us who grew up with bread and sweets as part of our lives? For me, moderation is the way to go.
Happy Sunday, Sparkers!
Saturday, February 08, 2014
If you've been reading my recent blogs, you know I've been struggling to see a weight loss on the scale despite working out more and eating less. My clothes feel a little looser, but the poundage wasn't dropping.
Today I weighed in for our Biggest Loser Challenge, and I was down a pound since last week. One pound. I will take that.
Maybe my drastic measures are paying off. Maybe that's what it takes. I've been eating on the low end of my calorie range and exercising about as much as I have time for. Yesterday I swam, biked, and lifted weights. Today I'll be running a 5k, biking 4 miles, and doing the Ab Ripper workout.
One thing I am learning from this is that I can actually let myself be hungry and nothing bad is going to happen. I've always had that impulse to stuff something in my mouth at the first sign of hunger. Meal time is 30 minutes away and I'm hungry now, so quick have a little something. No, I can wait. It will not kill me. Last night I had an early supper, got some stuff done around the house, and then went to the Y. I got home and knew I had the whole evening ahead of me and no calories left to consume. I drank my lemon water and let the hunger pass without caving into it. That's huge for me.
Now................. I need to get some housework and paperwork done, go grocery shopping, and hit the Y. And I might see a friend later. Sounds like a perfect day to me!
Friday, February 07, 2014
As a kid, I lived at the pool all summer. I was that kid with the white-blond hair tinged with green from the chlorine. Sunburned skin. Bloodshot red eyes. Happy, happy kid!
I took swimming lessons from an early age until I was 16 or so, and even worked as a lifeguard.
I loved everything about swimming. I fantasized about someday having a pool.
Now, here I am middle aged, and I have not swum for many, many years. Well, that's not entirely true. We've visited water parks.... that sort of thing.
But for years, I've thought I really should try swimming laps again. It's great exercise and easy on the joints. Yadayada. Never got around to it. Until now.
I signed up for this indoor triathalon and have to swim 2.4 miles by the end of February. I figured out that's basically 5 times in the pool. No biggie. I just completed my 3rd time tonight.
But here's the thing. I no longer love swimming! Here's what I hate:
The smell of chlorine. It's just... yuck! I also hate the drying effect on my skin.
Water in my ears. Seems like once it gets in there, I'm waterlogged all night.
Water in my eyes! How on earth did I swim with my eyes open as a kid -- no goggles! Just swam with the burn and went home and put Visine drops in. So, so, so painful. But somehow at that age, it was all worth it to me.
Goggles. Is there such a thing as goggles that actually keep the water out and don't fog up? I've been struggling with this. At one point I had the straps so tight that the surrounding area around my eyes got all puffed up and bruised looking. Attractive! Actually, no -- painful! So tonight I gave up on goggles and just swam with my head out of the water, which made for some slow swimming.
Lastly, those few laps before the dang goggles fill with water, when I'm swimming a crawl, I get soooooo winded! I just don't have the breathing thing down. I hold my breath too long and then get out of breath.
Oh, one more, I'm also not a fan of all the rigamarole with clothes and showering and changing again. It's just too much hassle.
Some of this would be surmountable (get better goggles) if I were actually enjoying it, but I think what this long list of complaints is proving to me is that I'm not going to be swimming laps anymore after my triathalon laps are done. And that's fine by me. There are so many other forms of exercise that I would rather do!
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