Monday, May 07, 2012
I have a very close friend who is struggling with my weightloss success. She was heavier than I, but it used to not be by much. Now it's getting close to a hundred-pound difference between us. Because of where she was emotionally, I was saying nothing to her about my weightloss, but last week she finally mentioned it and her desire to lose weight.
"The problem is," she said, "I really don't eat that much. How can I cut calories?"
I am certain that she really believes that. But when we went to Five Guys for dinner that evening, I began to see the problem:
I got a single-patty burger; she got a double-patty cheeseburger.
I drank water; she had a large milkshake.
We each split french fries with our hubbies.
Yet, if you asked her today whether she and I had eaten the same amount at that meal, I really believe she would think it was close. We each had a sandwich, a drink, and fries. Surely that's equivalent!
Yet, her meal was probably at least 700 calories more than mine.
I think this happens to everyone when they aren't tracking calories: it's easy to forget what you've eaten, underestimate how much, and ignore or justify. Over the weekend, I saw people who are frustrated with their weight nibbling on handfuls of chips--because it's just a few, right? Well, not if you do it every time you walk past the bowl!
I find it very eye-opening to watch these behaviors, because I know that they are behaviors that I fall into if I'm not paying attention. At this point, I really can't say anything to this friend as she is not ready to hear it. But it's really important to keep the possibility of calories that squeeze in through the cracks in mind.
Thursday, May 03, 2012
I had an early docket this morning, and then another case to handle, so planned on a bike ride this afternoon.
It's 90 degrees in the shade.
The heat stroke prevention information I've been reading says pretty consistently, "don't go out there and exercise in it."
I'm thinking that an indoor workout may be in order instead. And tomorrow morning go for an early bike ride.
Jumpin' Jezebels. It's only May 3.
Tuesday, May 01, 2012
After a month of hard work, I found myself only 4 pounds lighter. I was quite frustrated.
But today I went to Dress Barn. Last summer I bought two dresses there in size 24. Today? I came home with a size 16.
I never thought I'd be a size 16 again.
Monday, April 30, 2012
So how to finish out biking all 30 days of 30 Days of Biking? Why, by biking 30 miles, of course! Actually, by the time I got home it was 31 miles, but I did it! I am completely wiped out, but I did it.
At about 22 miles, I started getting really tired, and the miles seemed to be taking much longer even though I was still moving at the same speed. At 25 miles, the wind changed direction and blasted me with a 10-degree temperature drop--I was glad then that I'd thrown a sweatshirt into my bag! When I got to the final hill, I thought, "I have nothing left. I am gonna have to walk it." But I figured that as long as I was pedaling more than 4 miles an hour it was faster than walking, and by gum I made it all the way up.
My arms are more sore than my legs at this point, and I fear what tomorrow will feel like. But I did it!!
Monday, April 30, 2012
I went to a convention this weekend. This is an event hubby and I attend every year, and one where we see lots of friends we only get to see once or twice a year. It was tremendous fun.
It's also a place where there are calorie traps galore. The convention suite is always filled with candy, chips, sugary beverages, and other snack foods. The evenings see lots of parties with lots and lots of drinking. Eating out is unavoidable and often at places with tons of "comfort food" choices.
I was SO GOOD at this con. The only things I ate in the con suite were a banana on Friday (they ran out after that, boo) and half a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast on Sunday morning. I made good food choices at almost every meal (one food court Chinese was pretty much unavoidable because of time constraints). I didn't drink at the parties. I kept myself hydrated. I politely turned down proffered homemade goodies. I was a SAINT. I even got up early on Saturday morning and worked out.
So why is the scale UP two pounds this morning?! Oh, I know that my ring is a but tighter, indicating water weight. But shouldn't there be some kind of benevolent weightloss fairy who, seeing us turn away so many temptations, waves her magic wand and lipos away a couple pounds?! I'm not asking for some 10-pound reward here, just a little positive reinforcement!
Then I remember what DIDN'T happen. I didn't use con weekend as an excuse to eat junk, or to slack off my workout. I didn't use everyone else's eating as a reason for me to do the same. So what I accomplished was that I didn't gain 5 pounds.
The water weight will come back off. I still want the weightloss fairy, but it's good to know I can do this on my own.
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