Why is it that we feel the need to gorge ourselves on Thanksgiving? Is it just expected? Do we follow the lead of those around us? Darn you peer pressure!!!
I thought I did pretty well over Thanksgiving. I didn't eat until I was sick, I could still button my pants after dinner, and I only had one (ok, two) pieces of cheesecake for dessert.
Now, however, I feel like I've entered the "it's the holiday season" mentality - soooo dangerous!
We've already gone through several bags of seasonal candy - I see it in the store and think about how festive it would look in a red bowl on my counter, rather than how unattractive I'll look when it joins the rest of the fat on my ass!
I've gotten out of my exercise routine...again...and am struggling to find my way back.
I feel myself fighting - I don't want to give in and figure that I'll start fresh with healthy eating in January.
Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!
I will be strong! I will eat salads! I will avoid the candy aisle at the store. I will not give in to cravings.
I...WILL...NOT...EAT...JUNK...FOOD!!!!!!!!
Ok, you and I both know that's a lie. I want peppermint bark. I want Christmas cookies. I want hot chocolate with marshmallows.
BUT...I will do my best to not overdo it.
I will focus on how good it will feel when I don't have to buy new pants in January because my regular jeans suddenly look like skinny jeans on me!
While I don't expect to lose weight over the holidays (haha...not so much unlikely, but damn near impossible), I'll do my best not to gain!!!
Monday, November 28, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Pre-Holiday Plan
(Oops...I posted this to my "Making Lemonade" blog by accideent - that's what I get for working on these at 11:30 at night!)
I'm boycotting my weigh-in this week (again). In fact, I'll probably be boycotting my scale through January!
I've decided that evil little elves live in the scale and mess with the numbers just to see my reaction each week.
I'm sure I put on a pretty good show - stripping down to my underwear, carefully stepping onto the scale silently praying that I've lost weight, my eyes slowly bugging out of my head as I focus my eyes on the number shining up at me, doing rapid mental calculations about what I've eaten since my last weigh in (I'm sure I look something like a monkey attempting math).
I've had enough...the show is over! You're cut off, you little bastards!
I refuse to give up!
I'm still working out...I'm still trying to make good choices...I'm still drinking a ton of water every day...
While my clothes still fit the same, I have noticed that my knee-high boots are fitting a little looser. I used to work a little harder to get them zipped...whereas now I zip them and then deal with them slouching down a bit during the day.
Progress? Sure...I'll pretend that my legs are a teeny bit skinnier (rather than the more likely scenario that my boots have just stretched out a bit).
I realize that heading into the holidays is the worst time to attempt to lose weight. Figure if I struggle so much during the rest of the year, I don't have a prayer.
However...I'm going to maintain. I'm not going to try to maintain...I'm just going to do it! I'll keep working out...keep drinking water...and keep (sort of) making good food choices.
Fingers crossed that I can do this!!!!
I'm boycotting my weigh-in this week (again). In fact, I'll probably be boycotting my scale through January!
I've decided that evil little elves live in the scale and mess with the numbers just to see my reaction each week.
I'm sure I put on a pretty good show - stripping down to my underwear, carefully stepping onto the scale silently praying that I've lost weight, my eyes slowly bugging out of my head as I focus my eyes on the number shining up at me, doing rapid mental calculations about what I've eaten since my last weigh in (I'm sure I look something like a monkey attempting math).
I've had enough...the show is over! You're cut off, you little bastards!
I refuse to give up!
I'm still working out...I'm still trying to make good choices...I'm still drinking a ton of water every day...
While my clothes still fit the same, I have noticed that my knee-high boots are fitting a little looser. I used to work a little harder to get them zipped...whereas now I zip them and then deal with them slouching down a bit during the day.
Progress? Sure...I'll pretend that my legs are a teeny bit skinnier (rather than the more likely scenario that my boots have just stretched out a bit).
I realize that heading into the holidays is the worst time to attempt to lose weight. Figure if I struggle so much during the rest of the year, I don't have a prayer.
However...I'm going to maintain. I'm not going to try to maintain...I'm just going to do it! I'll keep working out...keep drinking water...and keep (sort of) making good food choices.
Fingers crossed that I can do this!!!!
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Keeping Track
Wouldn't it be great if there were a place to go to log in all the food that I eat during the day?
And wouldn't it be a wonderful if that same place would let me track my weight?
And is it too much to ask to have that magical place give me some feedback about what I need to eat more of or less of?
And...dare I dream...could it also maybe tell me how I'm doing and how much weight I'll lose if I keep eating a certain way???
Would you believe such a magical place exists??? My darling friend Tricia introduced me to www.myfitnesspal.com last week...and I think I'm in love.
It tells me how many calories, carbs, fats, and proteins I should have each day. It updates how much of everything I'm allowed to have when I exercise. The tool that logs in my food has actually heard of restaurants like Panera, Breuggers, and East of Chicago Pizza, so I don't have to guess the nutritional value of my meals.
I finally feel like I'm holding myself accountable without struggling to eat a certain number of points each day (no offense Weight Watchers). I'm making conscious choices to have more protein, fewer carbs, and love the feeling of plugging in my exercise for the day!
I said it before...and I'll say it again...I think I'm in love!!!
*Maybe this will give me the edge that I need to finally kick the junk in my trunk to the curb!
**Thank you, Tricia!!!!
And wouldn't it be a wonderful if that same place would let me track my weight?
And is it too much to ask to have that magical place give me some feedback about what I need to eat more of or less of?
And...dare I dream...could it also maybe tell me how I'm doing and how much weight I'll lose if I keep eating a certain way???
Would you believe such a magical place exists??? My darling friend Tricia introduced me to www.myfitnesspal.com last week...and I think I'm in love.
It tells me how many calories, carbs, fats, and proteins I should have each day. It updates how much of everything I'm allowed to have when I exercise. The tool that logs in my food has actually heard of restaurants like Panera, Breuggers, and East of Chicago Pizza, so I don't have to guess the nutritional value of my meals.
I finally feel like I'm holding myself accountable without struggling to eat a certain number of points each day (no offense Weight Watchers). I'm making conscious choices to have more protein, fewer carbs, and love the feeling of plugging in my exercise for the day!
I said it before...and I'll say it again...I think I'm in love!!!
*Maybe this will give me the edge that I need to finally kick the junk in my trunk to the curb!
**Thank you, Tricia!!!!
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Feeling Lighter
I think I lost about 10 pounds today!
No, I didn't lose a limb, and no I didn't have some insane stomach bug.
I did, however, chop off a little more than 10 inches of my hair.
For those who don't know - I have heavy hair. It may not look like much, but it weighs a TON!!!!
So, tonight, without dieting, without psychotic amounts of exercise - I'm certain that I've lost some weight!
P.S. I'm giving myself a break from the weekly weigh ins. I'm tired of stressing myself out about what the evil scale will say this week, I'm tired of not seeing changes week to week, and I've decided that for the next few weeks I'm going to gauge my weight loss based on how my clothes fit and how I feel, rather than a number on a scale (an evil scale).
No, I didn't lose a limb, and no I didn't have some insane stomach bug.
I did, however, chop off a little more than 10 inches of my hair.
For those who don't know - I have heavy hair. It may not look like much, but it weighs a TON!!!!
So, tonight, without dieting, without psychotic amounts of exercise - I'm certain that I've lost some weight!
P.S. I'm giving myself a break from the weekly weigh ins. I'm tired of stressing myself out about what the evil scale will say this week, I'm tired of not seeing changes week to week, and I've decided that for the next few weeks I'm going to gauge my weight loss based on how my clothes fit and how I feel, rather than a number on a scale (an evil scale).
Friday, October 28, 2011
I Hate My Scale!
I was so excited to weigh in today. After last week's weigh in at the doctor (which I still haven't gotten over), I was convinced that this week would be better.
I was wrong.
While I now apparently weigh less than I did last week in the doctor's office (which was about 10 pounds more than I weighed on my home scale), I am up 4 pounds on my scale.
I don't understand!
I've been careful about what I've been eating, I went to the store and bought all kinds of healthy snacks to have at work, I've been exercising every morning before work...
I know it's going to be a process...I was just hoping for some results!
Frustration aside, I rocked the bike again this morning. 25 minutes, 7.5 miles, and 430 calories - go me!!!
I was wrong.
While I now apparently weigh less than I did last week in the doctor's office (which was about 10 pounds more than I weighed on my home scale), I am up 4 pounds on my scale.
I don't understand!
I've been careful about what I've been eating, I went to the store and bought all kinds of healthy snacks to have at work, I've been exercising every morning before work...
I know it's going to be a process...I was just hoping for some results!
Frustration aside, I rocked the bike again this morning. 25 minutes, 7.5 miles, and 430 calories - go me!!!
Thursday, October 27, 2011
A Medical Explanation...
I went to the doctor last week.
Always a pleasure (until the nurse makes you climb up on the scale, watches as the number slowly rises, and tries not to make eye contact as she jots down your weight on the chart).
While I was there, it was suggested that I have some blood work done, since it had been a while, and, let's be honest, I look like the poster girl for Type II Diabetes.
So, I played along, I had my blood taken, and have been patiently waiting to find out whether I have diabetes, hypothyroidism, or any other weight-related ailment.
Obviously, I would never in a million years wish illness on myself (or anyone else for that matter), but I've found myself wondering whether my weight issues were due to some unseen, untreated medical condition.
Today, I got my answer.
No. Indeed, my weight troubles are of my own making.
My blood work, as it turns out, came back basically normal. No diabetes, no thyroid problems, no nothing.
Yes, this is good news, and yes, I'm relieved - go me for being fairly healthy despite the extra pounds I've packed on over the years.
But, the bad news is, there's no excuse for it...I'm just fat. There isn't a medical explanation...there isn't some condition that happens to lead to the steady weight gain that I've been experiencing over the last decade...it's just me.
So, free of genetic predispositions and biological restrictions, I will press on with my attempt at weight loss, having no one to blame for failure but myself.
On a positive note...I weigh in tomorrow...and at least I can expect the number to be back in the normal range, instead of the insanely high number that mysteriously appeared on the evil scale at the doctor's office last week.
Always a pleasure (until the nurse makes you climb up on the scale, watches as the number slowly rises, and tries not to make eye contact as she jots down your weight on the chart).
While I was there, it was suggested that I have some blood work done, since it had been a while, and, let's be honest, I look like the poster girl for Type II Diabetes.
So, I played along, I had my blood taken, and have been patiently waiting to find out whether I have diabetes, hypothyroidism, or any other weight-related ailment.
Obviously, I would never in a million years wish illness on myself (or anyone else for that matter), but I've found myself wondering whether my weight issues were due to some unseen, untreated medical condition.
Today, I got my answer.
No. Indeed, my weight troubles are of my own making.
My blood work, as it turns out, came back basically normal. No diabetes, no thyroid problems, no nothing.
Yes, this is good news, and yes, I'm relieved - go me for being fairly healthy despite the extra pounds I've packed on over the years.
But, the bad news is, there's no excuse for it...I'm just fat. There isn't a medical explanation...there isn't some condition that happens to lead to the steady weight gain that I've been experiencing over the last decade...it's just me.
So, free of genetic predispositions and biological restrictions, I will press on with my attempt at weight loss, having no one to blame for failure but myself.
On a positive note...I weigh in tomorrow...and at least I can expect the number to be back in the normal range, instead of the insanely high number that mysteriously appeared on the evil scale at the doctor's office last week.
Friday, October 21, 2011
A Medical Weigh In
Why is it that the scale in the doctor's office always seems to read about 10 pounds heavier than the scale at home?
Do they do that on purpose? Are they trying to mess with our heads? I'm sure upping the scales at a fitness center is a common practice, but when my greatest fear about going to the doctor centers around having to step onto the scale at the beginning of the appointment...something is terribly wrong.
I went to the doctor today. Always a pleasure. Has there ever been a case of someone going to the doctor for good news? I'm not talking about going to the OB because you're having a baby...I'm talking about a plain old general practitioner. When is it ever good?
It's always something charming like the flu...strep throat...an ear infection...a suspicious rash...chronic headaches...a funny lump...high blood pressure...too much fat on your ass...
Whatever the reason - going to the doctor is never fun. Now...I find myself not only stressing over the actual reason for my appointment...but also about the fact that a stranger is going to see and write down what I weigh.
So, once I got over the INSANELY HIGH number that the scale claimed I now weigh (which I'm choosing not to believe), I was going about my business with the nurse practitioner when she started to (quite innocently) ask when I'd last had blood work done...had my thyroid levels ever been checked...I'm sure you see where this is going.
Next thing I know, I'm down in the lower level of the office getting my blood taken so that they can run a whole array of tests to find out whether I'm fat on purpose or because I can't help it.
Ok, I'm sure it was put in nicer terms that that...but I'm still feeling traumatized by that darn scale.
Long story short - I had to weigh in at the doctor...it wasn't pretty...I think the scale lies!!!!
I'm hoping that if I have to go in for a follow up appointment, they'll spare me the embarrassment of stepping on the scale again and just ask me to walk around the waiting room naked instead!
Do they do that on purpose? Are they trying to mess with our heads? I'm sure upping the scales at a fitness center is a common practice, but when my greatest fear about going to the doctor centers around having to step onto the scale at the beginning of the appointment...something is terribly wrong.
I went to the doctor today. Always a pleasure. Has there ever been a case of someone going to the doctor for good news? I'm not talking about going to the OB because you're having a baby...I'm talking about a plain old general practitioner. When is it ever good?
It's always something charming like the flu...strep throat...an ear infection...a suspicious rash...chronic headaches...a funny lump...high blood pressure...too much fat on your ass...
Whatever the reason - going to the doctor is never fun. Now...I find myself not only stressing over the actual reason for my appointment...but also about the fact that a stranger is going to see and write down what I weigh.
So, once I got over the INSANELY HIGH number that the scale claimed I now weigh (which I'm choosing not to believe), I was going about my business with the nurse practitioner when she started to (quite innocently) ask when I'd last had blood work done...had my thyroid levels ever been checked...I'm sure you see where this is going.
Next thing I know, I'm down in the lower level of the office getting my blood taken so that they can run a whole array of tests to find out whether I'm fat on purpose or because I can't help it.
Ok, I'm sure it was put in nicer terms that that...but I'm still feeling traumatized by that darn scale.
Long story short - I had to weigh in at the doctor...it wasn't pretty...I think the scale lies!!!!
I'm hoping that if I have to go in for a follow up appointment, they'll spare me the embarrassment of stepping on the scale again and just ask me to walk around the waiting room naked instead!
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