Thursday, September 06, 2012
My spouse is going to give up junk food and unhealthy (constant) snacking.
There's no use in denying it; he's getting fat. And if there's one area of life in which I have plenty of expertise, it's poor eating habits and getting fat.
In truth, this is something we were both afraid of... because he QUIT SMOKING six weeks ago. Yay! But the other thing- the risk of weight gain- has turned out to be a very real concern. It seems my spouse can not stop snacking, and we already knew about his poor food choices.
So, this morning, I told him there'd be no more pastries, no more Triscuits, cheese and pepperoni, no more Cheez-its. I will still allow him to eat regular meals of pizza and pot pies, but not the snacks. Or, he could eat healthy meals prepared by me. If he had a problem with that, he could stay home when I went for groceries. He agreed. He knows he needs the help, and he knows I've been down this road before.
Quitting cigarettes was a huge step for him, and I am THRILLED at his accomplishment. I really believe the next part will be much easier for him! While he's been smoking for about 25 years, he's never had a weight problem until now. And as they say, we caught it early.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Triumph. It's gone. I'm back where I used to be, before I ditched my exercise schedule and enrolled in school full time to finish my degree. I haven't been this thin in years.
And I get to experience all the wonderful things about weight loss... along with the unpleasant. Like, people offering unsolicited opinions.
Never mind that I have been working hard to drop this weight ALL YEAR (and it's almost SEPTEMBER, yo). People don't know that. They just now noticed that I'm smaller (finally got rid of the baggy clothes). And they begin issuing ridiculous warnings: "Slow down." "Don't lose any more." This makes me want to SCREAM.
Why the H3LL shouldn't I lose anymore? Because YOU prefer me obese? You have a problem with me getting to the OVERWEIGHT range of BMI?
This coming from a woman who probably weighs a hundred thirty.
Another gem: "you're just losing weight SO FAST." Uh, WRONG. You're just slow on the uptake. It averages out to less than one-and-a-half pounds a week, genius.
I am definitely NOT one of those people who yearns for others to notice and comment on my weight loss. It is MY body and MY business. Worry about your own, and keep your opinions to yourself. I don't want, or need, your validation.
And I promise not to ask you if you've gained anything since last I saw you.
Wednesday, August 08, 2012
WHY oh WHY are female athletes forced to wear these demeaning, tiny, buttock-baring outfits?
The men don't have to! WTF.
Excuse my outrage for a moment.
Water polo is a good example. Beach Volleyball is a better one. Or even gymnastics. Aw, heck, it's probably more than half the damned events.
If men can play and compete and win wearing shorts and a tank top, HOW in the world is it justifiable to put women in (almost) a thong?
These pictures don't tell the whole story. I can't post those!
This is nothing more than blatant sexual objectification. The women are made into objects, but the men get to be... just athletes.
Am I the only one who finds this unnecessarily gratuitous and demeaning of women?
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Thursday, July 26, 2012
I'm happy to report that I'm starting to look thinner (to myself) again. When I look in the mirror, I see thinner arms and a thinner face. When lying in bed, I see thinner FEET.
I don't see thinner legs and butt, because I don't see them a lot (most of my mirror gazing is shoulders-up), but I *FEEL* loser pants (LOVE that!).
I worked my tail off yesterday, so hubbs was on his own. But when left to his own devices, his diet is AWFUL. He eats like a 10-year old. Yesterday, he chose mac n' cheese, 2 bowls of cereal (with half & half!!! not milk!) and potato chips with sour cream & onion dip. This is no exaggeration, this was exactly what he ate yesterday, everything all day, in order of consumption.
When we talked about it, I asked him why he would eat this way. He shugged and said sheepishly "I don't have anything else". I reminded him that on our last trip to the grocery store (TOGETHER) we just bought about 10 preportioned servings of frozen fish, and frozen vegetables. Good, healthy food, to which he can add any type of sauce or spice he wished. We are well stocked.
He said "That's YOUR food. I can't eat YOUR food!"
I assured him I'd rather he ate "MY" food than what he did eat. We can buy more. And even though we have only one car now, he can certainly drive it to the store and buy something for dinner.
The problem is, we always seem to fall into this mother-child paradigm where I buy healthy foods that I want us both to eat, and HE buys junk food or "treats" like chips, ice cream, pastries... anything other than what would be considered part of a healthy, planned meal. Like that part is MY job exclusively.
In frustration, I asked him what he would do if he lived on his own. He grinned and looked a little embarrassed... even though it was a serious question.
Folks, the guy is over 40, never exercises, and smokes. He doesn't get medical or dental checkups. If I were being kind, I'd describe it as "Spartan"; if I were being funny, I'd say "caveman".
In actuality, it is serious. And not good. And I feel helpless to change him.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
I am Vitamin D deficient!
Vitamin D is known as "the sunshine vitamin", because your skin makes it when you're exposed to sunlight. You would think that someone who spends as much time outdoors as me would not be deficient! I've always heard that it only takes 15 minutes to get the recommended daily allowance. Perhaps this is why I have never taken vitamin D supplements (and I never drink milk).
Since learning my ACTUAL blood levels, I've been doing a lot of reading. It's clear that I was very underinformed about this.
First- without adequate vitamin D, you don't absorb calcium as well. At this point I should add that my calcium levels are fine. I've been taking a calcium/mineral supplement since I was a teen (about when I gave up milk). However, without vitamin D, I was probably not utilizing it well, and jeopardizing my bones anyway.
I learned that this deficiency can lead to a condition called osteomalacia, or a weakening of bones. Not good for anyone. Definitely not good for someone who likes to jog on isolated trails, by herself. I shudder to think of the times I have tripped and sprawled myself on the dirt. I'm glad I found out about this before I broke a bone.
As I continued reading more about vitamin D deficiency and osteomalacia, I realized that I've been having osteomalacia symptoms for about SIXTEEN YEARS.
So, what are the symptoms? When I read the words "widespread bone pain" it rang every mental alarm bell in my brain. I recall, very vividly, when this odd pain began, and at that time, wondering what could possibly cause my bones to ache. The sensation was not one I'd ever felt before, but there was definitely no other way to describe it: when your bones hurt, you know it. So for sixteen years, I've had persistant bone pain in my legs and hips, the whole time telling myself that it sucked getting older, and complaining to my husband about how much my leg bones hurt, and my hip hurt, when all I was doing was lying in bed.
I feel sooo soooo stupid to realize that this preventable condition has been progressing for so long.
My advice to everyone reading this: take a teaspoonful of cod liver oil every day. There aren't many really good food sources of vitamin D. That's why they started adding it to milk back in the 1940s (or thereabouts). You'd still have to drink a lot of milk to get enough, and even the best food sources don't supply much. But cod liver oil has TONS of vitamin D and you don't need very much, so DO IT. Please, no complaints about how bad it tastes. I promise the taste will not matter one bit when you're sixty years old and break a hip. Get past the fishiness and do this, okay? Sometimes, the old remedies are best.
So. I've decided to ask my doctor about getting a bone density test, and kind of dreading the results.
Now... there might be some good news... the doctors don't all agree on this one.
My resting heart rate is 52. Yay, right? That means my heart is well-exercised because I regularly engage in challenging cardiovascular workouts.
Well, they have some issues with that number because until I'm below 186 lbs, my BMI is still just high enough to be in the obese range. So according to them, a resting heart rate under 60 is called "sinus bradycardia" and in heavy people, may indicate an "underlying issue". Humbug.
I'm sure it's because they just don't want an obese person with osteomalacia to faint and fall down a flight of stairs.
P.S. We're well on the way to the weight goal.
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