Friday, February 22, 2013
Yesterday my best friend got married. It was a wonderful family/close friends ceremony at their home with more like a dinner party atmosphere afterwards. It was fantastic. It was also the first time I've been out in a social aspect since I made the decision to change my lifestyle. We don't go out much to start with but I knew it was going to be hard as my friend and her new spouse eat pretty good but there are alot of processed/refined foods in their cooking. But no way was that going to stop me from being there for the both of them.
I had only one glass of champagne before dinner and water the rest of the time. I was surprised that I didn't have any desire for the pop. I thought for sure with everyone drinking it or beer/alcohol around me it would be so hard to stay away from it, but it never was a thought.
There was ALOT of food. I expected alot of temptation so I tried to eat before I left so I could just avoid eating till I got home. Most of the food I couldn't have, but a vegan friend from my friend's work made a soup with coconut milk, and she supplied the ingredients. I had half a bowl of it (it was amazing! A couple of us asked for the recipe). There was also bread that the groom made - switching out the white flour for stone ground 100% whole wheat, a large veggie platter (which my kids when asked what they wanted to bring home picked, and roasted chicken and roast beef). Of course there was many choices I avoided and alot of finger desserts and cupcakes instead of a wedding cake. I'm not even sure how to track what I ate. So I will write it down here at the end of this blog so I can remind myself that it can be done. I can go out and eat and enjoy with friends and still keep things in moderation.
I had one of the cupcakes. It was rich and chocolatey and though it was amazing, after about 15 minutes I could feel the changes within my body coming on. It was weird cause I've never been that in tune with my body. I felt sort of ill from it. I wasn't sick but it sure didn't sit well and I could feel my blood sugar rise. This morning I'm still feeling it. So I think a kettle bell workout is in order to help get my body feeling better.
Of course, my friend was fussing over me about the foods and worried I wouldn't have a good time cause I would be hungry and wanting to go home. I told her to stop, everything was fine and this is her day so go enjoy. Plus her mom had made sure there was things for me to eat (and I brought my own but left it in the car) - her mom is fantastic, and soooo supportive.
1 glass of champagne
1/2 a bowl of vegan/organic butternut squash soup
1 small piece of fresh bread
6 small pieces of roasted potatoes (potatoes were cut into quarters)
2 brussel sprouts (I hate brussel sprouts)
2 small pieces (probably total 2 or 3 ounces) of roast beef
2 small pieces of roast chicken breast without the skin
3 small Swedish meatballs (used a fork to pick them up rather than the spoon so I got very little sauce)
1 cupcake (chocolate/peanut butter with cream cheese icing)
2 bottles of water
Friday, February 15, 2013
It took a week. It took a week of working through the cravings the crap I ate brought to the surface. It was a war raging and though I lost one or two of those battles, ultimately the war was won. I got back to eating basics - where I was in January, where I had so much energy and felt great and working my butt off (Turbo Jam and Kettlebells) to get the crap out of my system from the 7th when we celebrated my son's birthday. It took a week to get the weight back down and finally moving again (.7 lbs but in the right direction so I'm pleased).
Better yet, I've lost 2 inches on my waist and hips, I'm down from a 44G to a 42DDD in the last month. I learned a valuable lesson about how my body deals with the junk/crap foods. First it didn't take much to make the scale jump up,next it takes A LOT of work to get it off and I'd rather put that hard work into losing more weight not trying to get back down to where I was before I put it in my mouth, next something in those foods (I don't care what) triggers my asthma (until then I hadn't even needed my inhaler since I have been eating clean and drinking my water not alone I've been 3 months off my daily med), and lastly since eating it I've been moody, unhappy (bit of depression maybe a better wording), and tired (sleep and energy wise). Time to get back to where I was before, feeling good and feeling energized when I get up in the morning till I go to bed at night.
As I said above I've started back with ketttlebells and turbo jam. I have to wrap and support my elbow and if it starts to hurt just put down the kettlebell or if that doesn't help switch the exercise to something else that doesn't require much arm movement=treadmill.
So instead of giving flowers or chocolate yesterday, hubby told me to go clothes shopping with that money. So I did. I got new exercise pants, a spaghetti strap tank top (on 75% clearance!), I exercise in them. I had been needing a new pair of pants but was putting it off but running on the treadmill having to constantly hike up your pants... Though I know hubby was hoping for something sexier and I did try things on, but it wasn't meant to be and I'm not disappointed or upset about it I know that in time it will happen.
One thing I don't get is why most bras that the big girl stores are carrying are padded. I'm sorry, I just don't get it cause my girlz are big enough I don't need the extra padding, it makes them get in the way even more. LOL And honestly I didn't find it flattering to my figure when I put a top on, it just made them look a lot bigger. But it was fun yesterday just trying clothes on that were a size or two smaller.
Time to go for a run on the treadmill. I had wanted to do a kettlebell workout but I have to work tonight so I don't want to push my elbow. So tomorrow I will do kettlebells since I have the weekend off.
Friday, February 08, 2013
We had a good run for the last 3+ weeks, eating clean and healthy, getting a good night sleep and waking and maintaining a happy/positive mood every day.
I am so sorry for how I treated you yesterday. For not fueling you before we started out for the day, for putting garbage in all day. I understand why last night you decided to punish me. You were bloated, unable to sleep due to the gas, bloat, the depression I feel this morning and general upset system. For dragging me out of bed to drink 27 ounces of water at 1 am.
I promise you I have learned my lesson. I will not do this to you ever again. I don't know how I didn't understand or get this before, with you telling me these things everyday for all these years. But I get it now. From here on in, I will treat you as you deserve to be treated by fueling you with clean, healthy foods, exercising daily and making time to listen to what you are telling me.
Thank you for putting up with me all these years when I have treated you so badly and carelessly. I promise to think about you first and take are of you from here on in.
Yesterday my middle child turned 16. Excitedly we headed out for the hour drive to the driver test center (water bottle in hand) so he could write the exam. He asks for food as he was now hungry - McDonald's here we come, I order nothing. The smell from his breakfast actually turned my stomach and he said it didn't taste as good as he thought or remembered.
We get to the test center, find out he needs some special paper signed. Reading through the list of acceptable people who have known him at least 2 yrs (dentist - 2 hours away, doctor - seen him once since he became our doctor while he was in the ER after a back bike fall, and a list of people we don't know but wait teachers/principals count), we head back home to see his grade 8 teacher (she has taught all 3 of my kids). So an hour drive back up to the school, then after seeing her and many others I haven't seen in almost a year (since daughter moved on to high school this year), an hour back down, 45 minutes there and he walks out with his learner's permit. It's starting to snow, and I have to get home and get ready for work. So home we head.
Mom I'm hungry, meaning his nerves are calming down. It's your birthday, what do you want - Little Caesar's, okay but I want to buy for you since you had to do all this driving. Okay I can do this, I can buy the crazy bread and split it with his dad when he comes to pick me up. Nope, ate 6 of the 8 pieces. Realized, I left the house with no food in me, just coffee, so no wonder I couldn't stop, I was hungry. Okay forgiven and make note to never do that again.
After work, went to get his birthday pie, he loves banana cream pie. Hubby, that's not enough for all of us, get this chocolate cream too. Son wants Chinese for birthday dinner. So I order individual meals. Do I feel guilty about what I ate, no. I feel guilty over how much of it I ate and that I didn't fuel up properly even once yesterday. Had a lot of time laying on the couch awake to think about things. And how I will deal with these things in the future.
Thursday, February 07, 2013
"When you cannot make up your mind between two evenly balanced courses of action, choose the bolder."
– William Joseph Slim
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