Wednesday, July 14, 2010
About 2:00 a.m. this morning, my son came in my room and woke me up saying he didn't want to go to camp today. Where that came from, I'll never know, but I told him he was going to camp in the morning and rolled over and somehow fell asleep again. At 5:00 a.m., I woke up to find that I had about an inch of my king size bed to sleep on and my son was fast asleep next to me hogging up the bed, kneeing me in his sleep, etc. I layed there staring at the ceiling not being able to get back to sleep. At 6:00 a.m., I decided to make some coffee and lay down on the sofa and watch TV until I had to get in the shower at 7:00 a.m.
I let the cats out and made cofffee and minutes later a deluge of rain fell in sheets outside. I got the soaked cats in (all 3 of them!) and dried them down and fed them. Then I remembered that I never put the chicken we got at the market 2 days ago in the freezer. So I freezer wrapped them and brought them down the basement. I looked down at the carpet in front of the freezer door and noticed it looked a bit darker than the rest of the carpet. I felt it and it was wet.
I went to the unfinished side of the basement & saw a puddle of water just sitting in the middle fo the floor. I have no idea where it came from. The ceiling was dry, the walls were dry & yet this huge puddle of water was there. I had a flood in the basement last year that leaked into the finished side and ruined the carpet and as a disaster preventative measure, since that time I always leave the dirty towels on the floor instead of in the hamper so they can soak up water if this happened again. Well, this must have been a HUGE leak (the source of which is still a mystery to me) because all of the towels were so soaked that the water still edged itself into the finished side of the basement.
Wait, I'm not done, it gets better (worse?).
So I started a hot wash with bleach & dumped 1/2 of the towels in. In the mean time, I got some clean dry towels and tried my best to dry up the relatively small section of carpet on the finished side of the basement. Now get this....I was in the basement, with the washer going loudly into a spin cycle and thru all of this I heard a loud & constant banging on my front door upstairs at the front of the house!
I went running upstairs and the pounding was really loud & urgent. I peaked out the window & there were 2 police officers there pounding on my door, one of them had his hand on his holster at the ready!! I opened the door and peeked my head out & they asked me if someone in the house called 911. I said no & opened the door wide open so they could see in. I asked if they'd like to come in out of the rain & they asked "Are you sure nobody called? Do you have any kids?" I told them my son was 12 and they asked if he was playing on the phone & called them. I told him that Marty was sound asleep & again invited them in to check.
I told them I had a flood down the basement & was cleaning it up when they "knocked" on the door. At this point they relaxed completely & said "Oh, that explains it, sometimes a flood will set the phone wires screwy & a 911 call goes out." and they turned and left!
Really? I have an VOIP phone system (runs over the cable system) not a regular wired phone. I called out to them and said "Wait a minute....This is "Main" DRIVE, there is a Main ROAD also in the same town & I get their visitors all the time. Perhaps it is that house?" and they said "No, this GPS system exactly pinpoints the phone & house that dialed into the 911 system and it's your address." and they drove off.
I was left scratching my head in confusion. Then I looked at the clock and it was 8:05. Five minutes after I usually am in the car driving my son to camp. I hadn't even showered yet, was still in p.j.'s and no makeup or hair done. So I told my son he got his wish, no camp today. I looked for my iPod so I can do my indoor walk at work during lunchtime and it was missing from my bureau. Went in the kitchen and found a huge earwig running on my counter (UGH!!) and decided to get showered, get dressed and get the heck out of Dodge today!!!
But you know what? Despite all of this craziness, I didn't turn to food. My nerves were shot, I was in a rush, stressed, I was all harried up, and I didn't turn to food. The realization of that "accomplishment" turned an ugly morning into a proud event. I didn't turn to food!! Food would not have changed the flooded basement, the cops at my door, my son disturbing my sleep, in fact it would have added to the stress of the day with guilt and regret.
So, all in all, I guess it wasn't such a bad morning after all!!! hahahahahaha
And how was YOUR day????
Monday, June 21, 2010
I don't know about you, but I am getting sick and tired of the food industry trying to pull fast ones on us. I can remember when the term "Lite" came into being and was unregulated. It was being used for the most ridiculous of descriptions including an oil that was "Lite" in color! Nothing "Lite" about the calories in oil. Fat is fat, you can't get around that.
Anyhow, what got me thinking about that was that I went to the vending machine at work today and bought a small 2 ounce bag of Mr. Nature No Cholesterol Unsalted Trail Mix. It looked harmless enough. Just some nuts and raisins. I flipped over the bag to the nutritional label and saw that it was only 120 calories. It seemed like it was a great snack.
But then.....I went to enter it into my sparkpeople nutritional page and had to manually enter it on my "favorites" list. It was only then, AFTER I had already eaten it, that I noticed "Servings per Container: - TWO" !!! How ridiculous is that??! Who is going to look at this little bag that is only 1/2 way filled up and realize they should only eat half of it? Not me I guess! Why not put the true amount of calories in that small little bag? Why not? I'll tell you why not, because they don't want to admit just how fattening this product truly is.
It brought back to mind the time several years ago when I sat in a Weight Watchers meeting and the leader told us how we are so out of control with portion sizes these days. As an example, she pointed out that if you look on the nutritional label for a pound box of spaghetti or ziti, it indicates 8 servings per box. THAT is ridiculous. Each serving is 200 calories, and when was the last time (or even the first time) that you put a box of spaghetti or ziti in a pot of boiling water and served it to 8 people??? I told her privately after the meeting that I didn't believe she gave a good example. Nobody I know would eat .125 of a box of spaghetti and considers it anything other than a side dish! LOL.
See what I mean? It goes to my point that it is possible for the food industry to stay within the letter of the law but it doesn't mean they still can't trick us into thinking their foods are not high in calories. A box of spaghetti in my house serves 4 not 8 and that means 400 calories per serving, not 200. And you know what? If you have that once a week and allow for the calories, it's not going to hurt your weight loss efforts. You just can't do it every night, that's all.
The next time you make spaghetti, or even better....ziti or penne....just try and measure out 1/8 of the box (cooked weight that is) and see how far that gets you. The serving size on the label indicates .125 of the box. 2 ounces of ziti isn't a lot of pieces of ziti.
So I say to you be careful my friends....it's stuff like this that makes us wonder how in the world we didn't lose weight on a particular week when we just knew we had stuck to our program limits.
The more informed we are, the less they can fool us.
Sunday, May 02, 2010
I got an email from Katmomma3 last night and it made me do some thinking. After doing some soul searching last night, I realized that no, I'm not lazy, I was just a bit blue due to some circumstances. I like to think positive and I also needed to be strong for my husband who is losing his father to cancer and for my son who will be losing his grandfather. At the same time, I was in the midst of cleaning out my mom's house (she passed away 8 years ago and I was finally able to sell her condo). So internalizing these emotions and staying positive and happy, built an unknown block subconsciously inside me that was manifesting itself in self sabotage.
Once I recognized what the problem was, I was able to come up with the right plan to get back on track. Today, Sunday, I was going to exercise again with regularity, and eat right. Get rid of those breads and pastas and eat the right carbs that I had come to enjoy.
Ok, that was the "plan".
So this morning, waking up very tired and with a tiny bit of shortness of breath, I wanted to stay in bed just a wee bit longer. But, I remembered my son's first group golf lesson was today and if he missed it, he'd be starting off already behind next week. My husband had to get to the hospital and visit his dad, install all the air conditioners today and unload his truck from our trip back from my mother's yesterday. I told him I could drive to the county park for Marty's lessons, no problem.
Well, guess what. Today is the Long Island Marathon. Every main road was cut off from us. I drove the road down to the park (it's just a mile from our house) and the police cars blocked it off. We turned around and drove in the other direction figuring we'd square off down to Hempstead Tpke and go in the park at that end. Blocked off. We went through the zigzag of the private streets to try and come out on the Turnpike that way.....blocked off. So we drove back to our area, drove as close to the park as possible, parked and decided to walk thru to the golf range. I was not dressed for it. Jeans (it's about 80 degrees and humid right now) and flip flops, no water, my heart condition, blah blah blah. I refused to succumb for no other reason than my son was so looking forward to it.
We were in the park and at least a 10 minute walk from the driving range and I called the instructor and asked if he could just wait for us to get there. It was then I learned "There are no lessons today, it's on the website. The L.I. Marathon is taking place today. You can't get into the park all that easily." LOL LOL LOL !!!!
I refused to let anger and frustration overtake me, I refused to get aggravated, and decided to laugh it off. My son said to me "look at it this way mom, we got in our cardio for the day!" It felt good not to lose my temper through all of the aggravation and stress. It felt good for my son to see how to handle aggravating circumstances that come your way.
And I look at it this way....today was the day I was going to get back on track. I could have thrown a fit, gone marching home and helped myself to a buttered roll and coffee and looked for comfort in that. But I'd have to, in reality, change the word "comfort" to "excuse". I believe in God and I believe when we do things that are in His plan for our good, the devil tries to come against you. It's important to recognize when the enemy is coming against you and not let him win. As Joyce Meyers said "Never let the devil get a foothold because then he'll get a stronghold."
Today I did not let the enemy get a foothold and as a result, I feel good, I feel victorious, I got some cardio in (hahahahaha) and I'm making some broiled chicken cutlets and a cool delicious salad. I'm on my way and I already know that adversity will not interfere with my plan.
I feel better than I have in months. Don't let life's little trivialities or major upsets affect your decisions about your health and diet. Just go through what you have to go through and don't add new problems to them by gaining weight and losing the ground you've already covered and triumphed over. If you do, then you will have gotten rid of one trouble but replaced it with a new one.
My father in law once told me when he was in a tough situation "If you don't laugh, you'll cry". Today I chose to laugh.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Last night I typed an email to my son's teacher and I called my husband in to read it to him before I sent it out. I read the whole thing to him and I asked him "Sound ok? Or do you have any input you'd like me to include?" and he said very matter-of-factly "Yeah, it sounds good. Send it. You look hot. You look like one of those movies where the girl turns to look at you, takes off her glasses, shakes out her hair and looks really hot." And then my son came barreling in the room, hopped on my husband's back, practically knocked him over and completely ruined the moment!! hahahahahahaha
Then my husband marched out of the room with my son attached to his shoulders and I sat there feeling all kinds of warm inside. I blushed. I literally blushed. I haven't felt "hot" looking in 10 years.
Talk about motivation to stay with this new life style, huh?
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Since hurting my back in late December which left me pretty much useless in the exercise department all through January as well, I've been finding it hard to get back into the super exercise regimen that I had adhered to which was instrumental in my weight loss.
Sure, I'm still power walking, but I'm not doing the aerobics and strength training every night like I used ot. It's sporatic. Well, along with that, I've been eating wrong. Not binging, but not careful enough for the last couple of pounds to go away. Eating unhealthy snacky things.
So, my Spark Goal Buddy and I were looking forward to Lent so we could give up overeating the wrong things. I know that it takes 6 weeks to break a habit, so with Lent being 40 days, what better way to do this. If Jesus could go to the cross for me, then I can give him my respect and honor by giving up the stupid things that are holding me back. I decided to give up cookies, candy and low fat and fat free ice cream. I don't eat regular ice cream anyhow because I'm afraid of the cholesterol and fat, so I gave up the ice cream that I DO eat.
Funny thing was, I hadn't realized just how often I was snacking on cookies and candy until I had to stop. The other day I took a cookie from a tray at work and took a bite on my way back to my desk and realized what I'd done. I wasn't about to spit it out in my hand, but I did stop chewing it until I reached my desk and could spit it into a napkin. I passed someone in the hall who tried to start a conversation and I mumbled back and kept going. LOL!! I was afraid the cookie would fall out of my mouth!!! Then, of course, I called her and told her why.
The following day, one of my friends at work gave me a Weight Watchers peppermint patty candy which I LOVE. I took a bite and remembered it was candy and spit it out and she was so mad that I wasted a piece of our favorite candy. So I bought her a bag of them to make up for it!!
But what it comes down to is this...in the beginning of Lent, it was an unconscious mistake that I was eating these goodies and I had to make a conscious effort to stop. It's only been 2 weeks and already I am no longer reaching for these foods. I still want one once in a while, but I'm not craving them any longer. My hope is that by Easter, I'll have them off of my list of things to want to eat.
Two years ago I became out of balance with M&Ms. I was eating 2 packs in one day everyday (not the HUGE bags, but the size you get in a vending machine). I gave them up for Lent, but I bought a bag to open at 12:01 a.m. on Easter Sunday. What a clown, I swear. Well, Easter came and I was up at 12:01 hiding Easter eggs all over the house and I opened that bag of M&M's and you know what? I popped one in my mouth and I couldn't imagine what in the world made that candy get such a hold on me. I had 4 of them and put the rest inside the eggs I was planting all over the house for my son. They no longer owned me. I don't buy them anymore and haven't done so for 2 years.
So here's to breaking habits. All it takes is a commitment and 6 weeks. And remember, it's not as painful or as long as it sounds. Once you get through the first week, it gets easier and easier and in 6 weeks you'll wonder what all the fuss was about in the first place.
One more thing, while you are spending 6 weeks breaking a bad habit, you'll be spending 6 weeks forming a good one!
Happy Easter everyone!!!
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