Happy Friday, all! As promised, I weighed myself this morning, and I've lost four pounds. Yea! (smile-smile) Yes, the great boulder has budged. It was a relief to see that the effort did pay off. I'm always afraid when I step on the scale, even when I'm sure I've lost something. Now, to stay focused and keep it up!
I didn't even work at it that hard last week. I never went to the gym, although I am staying pretty active with my yardwork and landscaping projects. I didn't do my hypnosis tapes, either. In fact, I even had wine most nights. Hmm. So what DID I do? Well, I ate less often, and in smaller portions, and I cut out a LOT of carb-y things I would ordinarily snack on without much thought. I upped my protein intake, too. My old stand-bys worked wonders: Wasa crackers with hummus, raw almonds, baby carrots, turkey, and fresh cucumber slices at the ready.
One thing that really makes a difference is having C-Man do it with me. He is more disciplined than I am and he sets a good example. We've been talking about our next trip to Hawaii as well, maybe as soon as this March. (Time for another count-down??) Anyway, having someone to lean on and dream with makes all the difference in the world. Besides, I don't want to let him down when he believes in me like he does.
So that's it for this week. As the summer comes to a close and the new school year approaches, the battle with weight loss will probably get harder, but for now, all's well. Maybe I can make some of these new habits stick before the stress, bad weather, and yummy food season begins. See you next Friday!
Friday, August 26, 2011
As for food:
- Avoid simple carbs (white foods - flour, sugar, pasta) as much as possible
- Eat whole grains in moderation
- Always have at least a bite of lean protein when eating carbs, even complex carbs
- Keep good sources of protein ready, like turkey slices, chicken breasts, edamame, egg whites, low-fat string cheese, raw almonds, peanut butter, tofu
- Water! Water! Water! (never a problem - I drink it all day)
- Fat free milk
- All the vegetables and fruit I want
As for behavior:
- Always eat breakfast
- Keep portions small; meals should be the size of my fist
- Breathe before eating
- Put utensils/food down between bites, and chew slowly
- Pay attention; don't read, work, or watch TV while eating. (Talking to people is ok!)
- Always check hunger level before deciding to eat something. Do the "HALT": Hungry? Angry? Lonely? Tired?
- Use small plates
- Eat small meals rather than snack, and wait 2-1/2 - 3 hours between meals
- Avoid eating after 8pm
- Get enough sleep!
- Exercise every day; aim for 30 minutes of cardio at least 5 times per week
- Feeling snacky? Brush teeth, and then drink more water
As for attitude:
- Listen to hypnosis tapes every day - (they help a lot if used consistently!)
- Remember that I can do this, and say or write affirmations daily
- Take one day at a time
- Be grateful for my healthy body and treat it with love and respect
- Visualize the results; set realistic goals and non-food rewards
- Rejoice in every small victory
- Be accountable by weighing in once a week (Fridays!), and maintain the blog
- Keep my sense of humor
- Tell that sour-faced, impatient critic on my shoulder to shut up and get lost
- Think about sex and sexy underwear - (Sorry - too much information? )
And finally, secret weapons:
- Diet tonic water with lime - tastes like a cocktail
- Fat free canned evaporated milk- great cream substitute for coffee or making soups
- Wasa crackers - very filling, crunchy, and four whole ones are only 1 WW point
- Sugar-free jello - eases the sweet tooth
- Celery with peanut butter - yum!
- Soup - good for healthy meal and slow eating
- Baby carrots and sliced cucumbers
- Popcorn (no butter, naturally)
- Skinny Cows! Only 1 or 2 WW points, and a great treat when you've gotta have one!
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
And yet .... it got me thinking about my own discovery of sex, the woman's orgasm in particular. When I learned about sex from my parents, the word "orgasm" was never mentioned. I had a vague knowledge that women could have them, but my definition of the event was WAY off. I saw that my education about sex was not actually about "sex," it was about reproduction. Even with a liberal, let-it-all-hang-out, semi-hippy mother, and a physician father, I'd have to figure it out through experience. And now it has occurred to me, somewhat to my horror, that I've never discussed orgasm with my own daughter. "Ejaculation," yes - but the other .....? No, not once. (Really? Really. Not once, and she's already 18.) These Victorian embarrassments are still with us, or at least, some of us. Maybe it's time I take her out to a play. I wonder if The Vagina Monologues is showing anywhere .... ? By the way, local peeps, ACT is running this show until August 28th. Grab your loved ones and go see it!
Sunday, July 31, 2011
A very rapid 15 months has passed since my last post. Many major events have occurred since then: C-Man and I got married (as did THREE of his nieces), and we both turned 50; my daughter graduated from high school; my sister had twins, two darling little girls; my son has been accepted into the astronautical engineering program and UW and joined a frat (!); and I took part in a Gates grant-sponsored pilot program which provided adult basic education to potential auto mechanics students. Memorable reunions and joyous celebrations dotted the calendar this year.
But much of this period has been difficult, as well. Suffice it say I've been dealing with some serious concerns and disappointments on both personal and professional fronts. My confidence as a parent, a teacher, and indeed as a person has been shaken hard. Some times when I look back over my life, all I can see are the things I've done wrong. At 50, I realize there is less time for screwing up, and no one gets a mulligan. Most of us have come to accept that "mistakes" are part of what shapes us and takes our lives where they're supposed to go, and that everything happens for a reason, etc. etc. I say these things all the time, and I pretty much believe them. But there isn't a one of us who, alone with our own reflections, hasn't felt the sting of real "failure." And it hurts.
Even so, a few weeks ago I was talking with my husband and a friend of ours about how this time of our lives is really the sweetest - the best. We're still young and healthy enough to do the things we want to do, we're (relatively) stable financially and professionally, we're stronger and wiser, we have friends to share the past and future with, and our kids are nearly-grown, so the most strenuous part of parenting is over. If we're lucky, we'll have grandchildren to look forward to. This is the best it gets, on so many levels. Right here, right now. It's almost too beautiful. And there's an urgency to this understanding that hadn't been there before. I'm feeling it in my gut. Everything seems more real as the future looms closer, along with the changes, endings, and losses that must come with it. As the song says, "Nothing stays the same ..... There are not many things in life you can be sure of, except rain comes from the clouds, sun lights up the sky, and hummingbirds do fly."
So yes, life is a precious gift, and we have to cherish every fleeting moment. But today there is a real melancholy in our household. First, our sweet old dog had to be put down on Friday due to a malignant tumor. Up to the very last minute, she was utterly devoted to us, and wanted nothing more than to be near us and included in whatever was happening. She gave us her whole heart, and demanded very little in return.
Not long ago, our beloved Uncle Johnny also passed away unexpectedly. He was a favorite of all of us - a natural comedian and jazz musician - and one of the sweetest men you could meet. For our wedding, he did all the photography, and then surprised us with a beautifully made coffee-table book of the wedding photos. He and my Aunt Christine had been married almost 50 years, and now she must begin to navigate through life without him.
I'm having trouble wrapping my head around all this loss. Uncle John is still down in So. Cal. with Aunt Christine, Dakota is patiently (but eagerly) awaiting her walk, and Marian is still over at her house, baking her famous banana bread and doing whatever she normally does. But no - they are gone and we all continue on. I think about the people I love, the people they love, and how one day we all have to say goodbye. I don't fear death, but I dread grief. Yes, time waits for no one, but sometimes, sometimes ... I just wish I could make it stop for a while.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
The problem now is that I'm experiencing pain in my knees and back. For the past three weeks I'd been working out 5 or 6 times per week, and feeling great! A couple of my workouts include a lot of squats and lateral movement of the knees, which my poor, beleaguered knobs don't care for much. As soon as my knees started feeling better, my lower back began acting up to the point where simply walking around hurts a lot, even now. I've been alternating ice and heat, and taking copious quantities of ibuprofen. I think for the next few days I'll just do some pilates and other ab routines. That will continue to rest my knees while strengthening my core, thus helping my back. I haven't exercised since Monday, and today is Saturday. I'm afraid that if I don't get going on this soon, I'll once again have to start from zero. That cannot happen. Today needs to be the day. Ugh.
So again I'm picking up from a brief hiccup in the new routine. It will be all right, and I haven't lost focus or determination, just a little momentum. Meanwhile, I appreciate the comments and encouragement I get from you out there in blog-land. Next post will be more interesting and amusing, I promise. Maybe I'll even have some good news!
Sunday, April 4, 2010
It also helps me to remember that the wedding is coming up in October. You've no doubt heard the expression "Nothing tastes as good as thin and healthy feel"? Well, nothing is going to taste better than being a healthy, confident bride. It's been easy for me to deny how much weight I gained back since nearly hitting my goal in 2002. During my tumultuous divorce and career change from teaching to massage therapy, I regained all but 8 of the 70 pounds I'd lost. My numbers yo-yo'd over the next five years or so while I continued pulling my life and psyche back together. Little by little, things began to improve for me again - I found the love of my life, bought my own house, and even returned to teaching writing. I felt great, and still do! It is a whole new life. I feel loved and optimistic. (What body? I have a body? Nah....) Maybe it just felt so nice to be happy again that I couldn't bear to kill my buzz with facts. Whatever the excuse, my little denial-fest has ended. I am still too big to fit into some of my fattest pants ever. That's just not okay. I'm not getting my wedding dress from Lane Bryant. Period.
I say these things at the risk of sounding rather shallow, I suppose. But I know, and people who know me know, that I'm not hung up on appearances. Even when thin, I don't spend a lot of money on clothes, and I don't pay much attention to what other people wear, either. I have never subscribed to any kind of fashion magazine, and I wouldn't know a Prada bag if it hit me in the head. (Honestly, I think the world would be a much friendlier place if we all dressed for comfort and not style.) No, I just want to be normal - my word for "not overweight." That's all for today. Thanks for stopping by.