Saturday, June 25, 2011
Someone on one of my SparkTeams (Go Missourians!) asked us to "Name one thing that Spark People has started you to do."
A million things popped into my head : Track food, track exercise, connect with other people...but really, one thing covers it all : SparkPeople has started me making informed choices.
Because I understand the caloric cost of what I eat, because I understand the benefits of different types of exercise, because I have contact with so many other people, all striving to make a better life, I am better able to choose which foods, which exercise and which groups and friends help me most.
So maybe in the end it isn't so much informed choices that SparkPeople has started me making, but informed living.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
I need glasses. Ugh. I HATE to have to wear glasses. Hate, hate, hate it. I didn't even need glasses at all until I was 35, so going so many years without them made it so much harder to have to put them on. When I picture myself I do NOT picture glasses. My daughter, who has worn glasses since she was ten, has no sympathy at all! And I'm not 'blind-as-a-bat' without my glasses, I just can't read those pesky road signs without them.
So, if I'm not driving, or even being a 'navigator' on a long trip, I will usually leave them tucked into my bag. (I'll leave the rant about having to carry a bag because of my glasses for another place.) But if I'm driving I need something in, on, or around my eyes so I can see.
This year I broke down and got contacts. I LOVE them! EXCEPT...if I'm wearing contacts I cannot see close up. So I end up seeing clearly as I drive and run through stores sliding fluorescent green reading glasses up and down the bridge of my nose as needed. Why reading glasses don't bother me as much I don't know. I've asked myself several times, but I still have no clear answer.
Any road. Friday I drove my momma and Uncle George to St. Louis, some two plus hours away. We go up every few months to stock up on all that stuff you find in the BIG CITY that we don't have here in our small but growing town. We generally leave at 7 AM and are home at 4:30 PM, just enough time to haul everything in from the car and for my uncle and me to haul our butts over to our Taiji class.
Our class is held at the local gym, and that is where I weigh myself. Every Friday night I take off my shoes and take the plunge, sliding the weights over to the highest weight I can bear to be without feeling upset.
So this Friday I slid the weights to, um, well, about where I was last week...I, um, think. Because, of COURSE, I'm still wearing my contacts and cannot see the scale clearly. I stand on the scale and I have to slide the upper weight one click to the FATTER side of the scale. NO. No. crud. I step off the scale, take a step or two back and squint and open my eyes wide, but I really cannot see it at all clearly. I step back on and, yep. Looks like I gained a pound. GRRRRRRR!
I was bummed the entire weekend. Now, I did NOT do the old Soxy thing of "Woe is me, I am such a loser, I can't do this." I was sorry, bummed, frustrated, but not angry at myself. I stayed mostly prosaic. Frustrated, but how it goes. I didn't binge and freak and eat a bunch of stuff, neither did I stop eating. I stayed careful and Soldiered on.
Monday nights I go to the same gym for my body/cardio/sculpting workout. I have taken to weighing myself on both Monday and Friday. That's it. I'm usually the same on Monday as I was on Friday, but I do it anyway.
Mondays I'm coming home from work. Work, where I spend all day on the computer and cannot wear my contacts. I take off my glasses before my class begins.
I sighed. I stepped on the scale, and I was five pounds lighter than Friday. Huh? I stepped off, squinted, move the weights a few times and tried again. Yep. Five pounds lighter. NO WAY! So I counted the divots and, as I'm sure you've figured out by now, I had mis-counted, mis-judged, mis-calculated on Friday. I had not gained a pound at all! I had lost FOUR!
Thank goodness for SparkPeople, and my friends here, and for my head somehow getting around itself so I DIDN'T do all the crazy bad things that I had done in the past when facing what I THOUGHT was a set-back.
I think from now on I won't weigh myself if I'm wearing my contacts. Unless I bring along my reading glasses, too!
Saturday, June 04, 2011
Okay, okay, I know it. Everyone keeps telling me that losing one pound after being on vacation is a GOOD thing. And I think it is.
I didn't go crazy; I didn't think : Woo Hoo! I'm on vacation I can pig out; I watched my portions and ate good food. I didn't deny myself anything, but I was careful, putting new lifestyle changes to work. Okay, the fried dill pickles were a little over the top! But that was really my only crazy indulgence (And I enjoyed every hot and slippery one of them!)
The problem is that for a while the pounds just DROPPED off, and now every one is hard-fought. I tell myself that now that I'm doing the muscle-building core conditioning body sculpting class, that I'm putting on muscle, and I think I am! That was part of why I waited to take the class until I got myself under the dreaded 200# mark! That was a hard weight to break.
I've reminded myself that just because my clothes are falling off does NOT mean that my journey is over! I still have 50 (well, 49) pounds to lose! I've been mixing up my caloric intake so that I'm not just barely hitting that bottom level, but am moving it up and down. I've mixed up what I eat so my body doesn't say, "I know what's coming next!" I've read what others have written and have striven to get it through my head that this 'plateau' happens to everyone. Be patient, keep moving!
Part of me hears it. Part of me believes it. Part of me puts up a hand and says 'What-EVER!' And part of me thinks "I LOST a POUND while on vacation!" I guess the trick is holding onto that last thought, and just keep moving forward.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
While driving home from my Taiji class a few Fridays ago, I was mentally running through what I would make for supper. I was thinking about how many calories I had eaten already that day, and how many calories I had worked off.
When I got home I started to put my plan into action, but just as I started to heat up a flour tortilla I thought, "No, no! That's too expensive!"
The cost, of course, wasn't monetary, but caloric. If I ate that entire flour tortilla it would not leave me enough calories for strawberries.
And that's when it hit me! We budget our calories just like we budget our income. We have so many calories we can spend, a bit more after a big workout, a bit less after a lazy day, but we have a budget that we are asking ourselves to live within.
For some reason this realization has made it much easier, not only to track my foods, but to make wiser food choices.
We all work hard for every one of those calories we consume, just like we work hard for every dime we spend. Now, just as I wouldn't run out and purchase something I don't really need, or that will make my bank account groan, neither will I spend my calories quite so freely.
Yes, yesterday I went to a pub and had a large beer. But I had budgeted for that monetarily and calorically. A little mad spending once in a while is good for the soul, as long as it doesn't break the bank.
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