Saturday, June 30, 2012
There's a blog on the internet named the Drudge report. Although this blog is named after Matt Drudge, its politically conservative founder, for me the word drudge means the boring, menial, day-to-day mental and physical activity that goes into losing weight.
No one promised this was going to be a picnic. It's so easy to write about a pound that's disappeared, improving blood pressure, new clothes. But then there's the day-to-day routine that sometimes feels like watching paint dry, plants grow, or the carving of Crazy Horse into the Black Hills of South Dakota.
It just goes on and on. Sometimes it seems like nothing is happening. Other times you see a big loss on the scale, but when you look in the mirror, the same overweight image is staring back at you.
Spark people does an amazing job of trying to keep its members interested, motivated and engaged. But the truth is, you are not always going to be "motivated, dedicated--sir!" Sometimes, the "rah-rah" attitude is going to disappear and then what do you do?
You keep going.
Keep on keepin' on.
Just do it.
Ain't nuthin' to it but to do it.
That's all you CAN do. Keep dreaming about the body you want. Keep reminding yourself why you're doing this. Keep eating the healthy foods and trying new recipes. Keep rewarding yourself for every 5 or 10 pounds lost. Keep the focus. Keep that mustard seed of faith that what you are doing is working and that you WILL get there. Keep reading and trying new exercises. Keep supporting other members during their struggles and victories. Keep on movin'.
Intellectually, we KNOW this is a marathon, not a sprint. But sometimes, when the road ahead stretches on forever, its easy to look around and see nothing. But, eventually, you WILL get there. After months and months, maybe a year or more of drudgery, you will find yourself there and rejoice in your victory.
It took me six months to lose 34 pounds. I need to lose a total of 67. I still have work to do. But if I was able to make it this far, I know I can drudge my way to the finish line.
Keep on Movin'!
Crazy Horse Memorial
Friday, June 29, 2012
Yesterday afternoon, the Devil tried to steal my joy. At work, I thought we'd missed a critical deadline and it stressed out me AND my boss. Eventually, I found evidence that we didn't and all was well, but by the end of the workday, I had only eaten 500 calories which is unusual.
I arrived home physically anxious and mentally exhausted. Plus I was absolutely ravenous. I ended up consuming 1,200 calories at one sitting! Although my total intake was 1,700 for the day I learned a couple of things.
1) EAT your breakfast, lunch and snacks. I was going to leave for lunch, but couldn't because of the fire I was putting out. Thus, I only ate a few pistachios out of a package in my desk.
2) DON'T let yourself get too hungry. I was in a hurry to get to the doctor's office on time yesterday morning and only had time for 8 oz of juice for breakfast.
3) FIND something else to do with the stress. I should've eaten a light snack and, if I felt too tired for vigorous exercise before dinner, grabbed my headphones and gone mall walking. Or, I should've cleaned house.
Looking back, it was the perfect storm and I responded by returning to my old stress-eating patterns. Today, I'm doing much better with my eating plan. My appetite is normal and I'm feeling much more at ease. Lesson learned.
Onward and downward.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Went to the doctor's today, weighed in and got my blood pressure checked. My blood pressure has dropped from 150/80 in April to 110/70. When they gave me that new number, I was grinning from ear to ear. I've succeeded in lowering my blood pressure through diet and exercise! The scale also confirmed I'd lost 14 pounds since my April appointment.
It's nice to know that I'm changing on the inside as much as on the outside. Very cool! As a prediabetic, I am due to get my blood sugar checked in the next month or so. Hopefully, the news about my blood sugar will be just as good.
So happy right now, I could do a cartwheel!
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
No, not Herman Cain's tax plan, but the elation one feels when they weigh themselves and the last digit on the scale is a "9." 139, 159, 189, 209, 239. For me, when my weight ends in a "9", it gives me a sense of accomplishment and progress.
In addition, "9" is the number of pounds I have left before I hit my second mini-goal; to lose a total of 42 pounds by the end of August.
This afternoon, I attended a weight loss support group that my employer started up as part of their wellness program. The facilitator described in graphic detail what happens to your body when your arteries are so clogged with plaque that it cuts off the oxygen supply to your brain or heart. If it happens to your heart, of course, that's a heart attack. If it happens to your brain, it's a stroke. What's scary is that once the plaque is there, you can't do anything to reverse it. You can stop adding plaque, but whatever you already have in your arteries will be there the rest of your life. Dang.
Anyway, on a lighter note, I've added a link to a retro Jazzy Spies Sesame Street video. If you were a child when this first aired, you are either a baby boomer or a gen-x er, like me. I'm a nostalgic person, so I really got a kick out of seeing it again.
Onward and downward!
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Wikipedia's definition of schaudenfreude is "pleasure derived from the misfortune of others." This week (God forgive me) I have a terrific case of schaudenfreude.
In 2010, I was pushed out of a previous position for reasons unrelated to my job performance, competence, relationships with coworkers or attitude toward my work. I wrote about the situation in an earlier blog where I referred to my former boss as "Miranda". (AKA The Devil Wears Prada). Without posting the new position, she brought in "Ruby"-- a less qualified, less educated person, paid her twice my salary, assigned her half of my responsibilities and installed her as my new supervisor. Yeah, I know, pretty vicious. And worse, "Ruby" behaved like an outsized diva, bullying me and her other direct reports.
After five years of job satisfaction, I abruptly left this toxic environment. My former co-workers and I wondered how long this new "marriage" between Miranda and Ruby would last. Six months? Eight months? I estimated eighteen months.
We got our answer last week. Twenty-two months. Ruby's staff threatened to mutiny, management investigated and fired Ruby on the spot. She had a major tantrum, yelling and cursing at one of the managers as security escorted her out of the building. Now, Miranda is facing a major project with a fall deadline and has no help. She will have to pay thousands of dollars for a consultant to complete the project.
Maybe schadenfreude is sinful, but hey, I'm human. I really have faith that you reap what you sow. If you treat others in the workplace with disdain, arrogance and disrespect, eventually it catches up with you. Hearing this story from former co-workers just cracked me up.
Okay, time to wipe the smirk off my face and get on with my day.
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