Tuesday, September 25, 2012
I have started weighing food in grams rather than ounces or cups. Do you know how inaccurate ounces are?! I can fit way more shredded cheddar cheese in that 1/2 cup measure than 28 grams. Hey, more for me! No? How many more calories was that? Around 110?
I've watched people measure out their food. Some overfill the cup measures, some under fill them. I haven't figured out why you would want to do either. Whichever way you choose, you would be cheating yourself, so you would have too many calories or you'd be hungry!
Okay, I realize that tracking is not a science. Yes, you can weigh and measure your food. Hopefully, you're within a 50 calorie range. The thing is, how do you measure one cup of lettuce? Do you pack it in or place it? Shredded or chopped?
May I please take a moment to complain (I know I shouldn't, it's on my list of things NOT TO DO) about the SP food tracker? (Not the foods put in by members.) Why can't I measure sweet potatoes, with skin, no salt in grams?! Why is it that some things are listed twice and have different nutritional values?
Okay, okay, I know. It does not have to be that accurate! My concern is that I don't want to be 200 or 300 calories over what I think I ate.
Oh, and before any of my friends comment on the American system of measurement, don't start. I was reading a recipe for Coronation Chicken (who knew there was such a thing) and it called for one teacup of something. A teacup? Do teacups come in a specific size?
While ounces and cups are not good measurements for weight, they're just fine for liquid measures. And Fahrenheit is more accurate than Celsius, not that it matters. Just sayin'.
I read several articles that tell you how to measure food when you're out. You know this stuff:
A slice of bread should be the size of an index card -- a 3x5 index card and a serving of meat (3 ounces of chicken) is a deck of cards. Okay, I think I can do these two. Unless, of course, I try to measure the serving of chicken as the size of my palm (see below).
An ounce of nuts is the size of a golf ball -- how big is a golf ball, anyway? I can hold an ounce of almonds in my hand, almost.
An ounce of cheese is the size of two dice. I have dice in three different sizes, which one should I choose?
A half of a cup is the size of your hand cupped. I have small hands, can I use my husband's hand? His is a lot bigger than mine.
I do hope that none of you take my rant seriously.
Well, that is, other than the fact that I really am going to start weighing my food in grams!
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
I've got a woman, calling love hate. La, la, la, la, la, la, la . . ." oh, sing it Kris. Right. After about two days of that in my head, I wanted to scream. I had a great walk Sunday. Walked at 3.75 mph for five minutes as part of my treadmill cardio routine. I turn on the roku, get my 80's Pandora station blasting over the radio speakers and walk. Hadn't heard Kris Kristofferson sing that since the 80's.
I cannot get that song out of my head.
Now, it's Tuesday. I had one of those nights where I slept great for four hours, was wide awake and Sparking for three and a half hours and then slept great for another 4 hours. Not too bad, but it made for a really late start to the day. So I just got done exercising at 5:30 pm. I hate when that happens!
I put my exercise group into the fitness tracker and it reminds me that I'm walking 30 minutes today and doing strength training. Okay, but, wait, it says (so I must have put it there) I'm walking at 3.3 mph for 10 minutes. I'm not sure I can do that. Hey, I shrug it off, crank up the music. Let's walk!
Do the warm up, okay, feeling a little stiff. Walking 3 mph. My lower back hurts, I think I have a cramp in my foot. Is my thigh cramping? How am I going to walk 3.3 mph? I could not shut this inner voice up. The time came and I was stiff and achy and I pushed the up button to 3.3 mph and . . . it felt better. Then I hear Bob Dylan singing. No, wait it's Tom Petty. No, that's definitely George Harrison. Oh, The Traveling Wilburys. They keep me going for five minutes. Then Johnny Cash starts singing Folsom Prison Blues except it isn't Johnny Cash. Took me a minute to realize it was Joaquin Phoenix who also sings another song (at least I think he does) about how he's been everywhere. He does a great job. Then Johnny Cash and his wife, June start singing and I realize that nobody can sing like Johnny Cash.
And I just walked 3.3 mph for 15 minutes. Well, I could keep right on walking. But, of course, I can't because I need to do strength training and I know if I keep walking I won't have any strength to train!
I start cooling down and the Romantics are singing "Talking in Your Sleep." Just what I need, another song that is going to torture me. It has one of those really annoying tunes that get stuck in your head. Finally, I get off the treadmill and do my stretches. I start strength training with dumbbell lateral raises, but I lose count because I've got my inner voice thinking about the Romantics. They were the opening act to a Kinks concert I went to in the early 80's. I remember thinking their music was trite and annoying then, too.
I can hear MIDNIGHTER1 in my head now. He wrote this "Beast Mode" blog that helped me to focus. At one point he's talking about going to the gym and that you only go with one purpose: getting it done. I have to focus and get this done. Use good form. I put down the weights and turn the music down. No, that won't do because "One Night in Bangkok" just came on and there is no way I am going to have that stuck in my head for the next day or two! (Yes, I do like that song, but not over and over again!)
Now, if I can just remember to turn the wrinkle shield off on the dryer . . . beep . . . beep!
Thursday, September 06, 2012
Spark Coach asked what is your true motivation. I think most of us would say that we fear going back to where we were and what the worst case scenario would have been had we continued on that path. It is for me. I've already written that blog. It's depressing and negative and I don't need that anymore.
I've decided that a key part of my motivation is being positive. Sounds simple, doesn't it, yet sometimes I really have to work at it! I still get anxious and frustrated, but I can see solutions and I can deal with whatever comes up--at least, most of the time and if I can't deal with it I know I can come here and ask for help! I consider myself lucky because I have all the things that Spark has to offer, to back me up!
For the first three months at Spark, I worked very hard to make sure that I developed good habits. I referred to that time as my rehab/boot camp. Now I'm testing my wings.
My birthday was earlier this week. I really wanted to be able to just go to our favorite little neighborhood Taqueria La Unica and order whatever I wanted. Then I decided I just wanted fajitas, except for some reason I really didn't want to have to put it in the tracker (what a pain it is)! So I had my little tantrum.
Well, then we went out. I ordered the lunch fajitas. Of course, I put that in the food tracker! I didn't go crazy. I had some tortilla chips. No dessert and no special drinks, I just really wanted the fajitas.
It's funny, I was so worried about this, but it was fine. We had a wonderful time. I got to spend my birthday with my favorite people: my husband, my son and his wonderful wife and my grandson. It was perfect. We laughed and enjoyed each other's company and had great food. No worries.
It made me feel like I could do this. Each success, each positive step strengthens me, gives me confidence, and helps to motivate me to move forward.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
I have some NSV's!
- I've graduated to 8 pound free weights, yeah! (I know, I'm such a wimp.)
- I can walk at 3 mph on the treadmill without holding on! It's taken me all this time to change my gait so that I wasn't limping. I still hold on at 3.3 miles an hour, but I'm working on it.
- I had to buy smaller underwear. I never realized how annoying it is to exercise in underwear that's too big!
- I have to go buy a new pair of exercise pants. The ones I bought last month now can be worn at empire waist height.
- I also got my C-reactive protein test results back. It went from 11.8 to 7.3! I'm very relieved. Hopefully, it will continue to drop as I lose more weight.
Then, I got the nicest surprise! My husband joined Spark People! He grumpily informed me that he was only joining to use the food tracker. This from a man whose idea of losing weight meant eating one meal a day. In the 38 1/2 years we've been married I have never seen him even once write down what he ate. (Is the earth's core frozen?)
My husband has been so supportive of me. He says he's really impressed with what I've accomplished. Wow. It's been really fun watching and helping him find his way around the food tracker. Who knows, he might just take a look at the rest of Spark while he's there one day. I know I only joined Spark People to use the food tracker, too.
Okay, my husband has been doing something really annoying. (This is funny. I'm just telling you this since some of you really don't seem to get when I find something amusing.) My husband is trying to help me as much as possible. He will no longer go grocery shopping for me. Oh, he doesn't tell me that, he's much more subtle than that. He's trying to get me to leave the house more, so now he gives me a choice. I can either go with him or go on my own. I can't help but find this amusing and kind of touching. Except that this morning he wanted more fat free half and half for his coffee and couldn't I go to the store? Okay, the store is five minutes away, but I'm dressed in my workout clothes! Furthermore, I don't know how, but my hair knew when I woke up this morning that the humidity was over 90%! Saying I'm having a bad hair day doesn't even cover this. Since there's a pint of fat free half and half still in the frig I think I can wait until after I exercise and shower and beat and abuse my hair before I tackle leaving the house!
P.S. My husband has a Spark Page! (It took me two months to do that!) He's TK25-57.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
I saw my doctor today. I was hoping for better news. I usually just put this stuff in my private journal, but I'm so frustrated. Other than my weight, nothing's changed.
Okay, tell me why do they weigh you before they take your blood pressure? I take my blood pressure every day. Today it was 124/80, which isn't bad, but it's higher than when I take it. And I still have to take the blood pressure medication. So I've decided that they should take my blood pressure first and then weigh me on their stupid scale that's five pounds heavier than mine. Five pounds! Yes, I took off my shoes and no, my clothes don't weigh five pounds!
Now, I had all the blood work done prior to the appointment (except for one). My LDL's are higher. How is that possible? I carefully track cholesterol and I was keeping it below 130 mg. Since I got the results to the test, I keep it as close to 100 as I can. I'm on a statin. They asked me if I was taking my medication. Well, of course I am!
Then the doctor listens to my heart. I still have that stupid extra heartbeat. At this point I wanted to weep. All right, I know it's not so bad. I've lost 19 pounds according to my ticker. Tomorrow is my weigh in day, but I weighed myself this morning to see how much difference there was from my scale to the doctor's. My scale says that I've lost 21 pounds. I realize that it takes time for your body to be healthier. It just would have been nice to have some kind of validation.
So I get to wait for the results of my C-reactive protein test (shows inflammation) that last time was at an all-time high over 11. Yikes! I want it to be within normal range, under 3. I've got my fingers and toes crossed. I think the doctor is postponing increasing my statin for another three months. I'll know when I get to the drugstore! See I can't even remember. That's what happens when you get upset, your ears close up and you can't hear anything else but the anxiety flowing through your veins. (That's what that rushing noise is.)
I wanted to get off the medication. Not yet. The doctor is pleased with my process. Great. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying this is high drama here, I'm just venting because I feel frustrated and grumpy.
I really shouldn't complain about their scale. One time I went to see the (different) doctor because I was sick. I feel asleep in the waiting room, so I was pretty dopey when the nurse called me in. Well, of course the first thing they do is weigh you. I didn't realize until the next morning, at work, no less, that the !@#$% nurse weighed me while I was holding my purse and wearing my coat! I told my boss I wanted to call for a rematch. My boss told me to look at the positive side: next time I went to the doctor, I would weigh ten pounds less!
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