Try and tell me I'm wrong. Go ahead. I will delete your post. :) No seriously, it's true and this week I get to prove it. I believe me eating too much brought on a sickness I cannot describe. Basically, I'm tired all the time, feel nauseous in the morning and when I attempt to walk across my room - that's about 15 feet - I have to collapse into a chair because my legs are jelly and my heart rate is 160. From walking across the room. So pretty much, I have been confined to my room since Monday morning unless I go upstairs to eat...and I only have enough energy for 45 minutes tops for that. I was upstairs for 2 hours for dinner tonight, and I'm thoroughly exhausted.
With all this said, I get to subtitle this post "Amendment 2". Unfortunately, I'm going to have to push my exercise goals off until next week, or when I'm all the way better, which ever comes...... well it won't really matter if next week comes first if I don't feel well next week, they'll still have to wait. That's the thing with mysterious illnesses; I never really know how long they are going to last or what they are going to do. For instance, I took something to sleep Monday night. What time did I FINALLY fall asleep? 5:45. Yes, that would be 0545 for those confused. I slept until 7:30 and got ready, under some weird illusion that I was going to go to work today; went upstairs, made my breakfast, and halfway through, I was sweating bullets and couldn't stand up anymore, so I stumbled downstairs, called my boss and almost lay down before I bolted into the bathroom and....well use your imagination. I'm not saying it in writing. If you really want to know, ask me later.
So I feel marginally better tonight. My hope is to be able to get past making breakfast tomorrow morning and actually get to work. I think my body is rebelling against turning one year older or something. I'm not that old! I swear my body thinks I'm 70 or something. Ridiculous.
I am still going to uphold my goal of 1.5 pounds this week. Being that 80% of losing weight is what you eat, and last week the way I ate/exercised I lost 5 pounds, I figure 80% is 4 pounds, I think this will be possible, if not simple. We'll see. No exceptions though. Everything measured and tracked before eaten. Yesterday I had 5 unused points and today I had 8.5 unused points, on the account of being sick of course. We'll see how this whole thing progresses when I actually feel the energy to eat.
You know, the Mr. and Mrs. Smith soundtrack is great blogging music. He he. Makes me feel like I'm working against some secret clock to get it finished before the enemy comes in and destroys me. I watch WAY too much James Bond. :) No hating please. :)
I like movies. A lot. I just watched The Devil Wears Prada and got to laugh at Emily's cheese cube "diet". She eats nothing and when she feels like she is going to faint of hunger, she eats a cube of cheese. Sounds great huh? Well if I didn't eat, I'd probably eat the whole bag. HA! Really though, my parents never have to worry about me being anorexic. I'm borderline anemic, so if I don't eat, after about 5-6 hours, I start getting woozy. And then my brain stops working as a cue that it's time to concentrate on food. And then I eat a mountain of food from the nearest fast food place, since it's normally when I forget to go to lunch from being so busy at work and I have to run out and grab something quick. It's pretty humorous to watch actually. Well, until I go to calculate the points for said meal. That's not usually the forefront thing on my brain, food is. Which is why I eat no later than 12:30. And I eat at home. Avoids the whole mess.
I'm about to go off the grid. I'm going to say something, and you probably won't agree. That's fine. Let me stress that this is my opinion, it is no way fact. Just a thought I've been mulling around.
Let's use a hypothetical situation (since I'm never going to be in the real one). If I were to get married, and I had a high stress job, with weird hours etc, as might happen, I believe I would need someone with the same type of job, and who understands what weird hours are. It just makes things easier that way. I was thinking about this while watching my movie. The two characters are in such different jobs that it creates a break between them. When she moves down into a more calm environment, all is okay; or at least it seems that way. This is a MOVIE we're talking about. It's why Booth and Brennan work so well (from Bones) and why Gibbs has been married 4 times (it's really only the reason for the last 3) (from NCIS). Just a thought. If both partners were in calm jobs, I guess the type of job wouldn't matter as much, but if it's on call a lot, like at a hospital or law enforcement, someone who worked a similar job would be important. Look at Mr. and Mrs. Smith: once they stopped trying to kill each other and worked together, great things happened! Just a thought. :)
Until next time,
:)
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Turns out it's not so easy to walk and chew bubble gum at the same time!
So it may be apparent to those that know me that I fully enjoy studying and learning about people. When I am engrossed in conversations with people around whom I enjoy being, I lost track of pretty much all else. This is where the walking/chewing bubble gum reference - which I can actually do; yes please call Ripley's Believe it or Not. This loss of track would include how much I'm eating. Seems the only thing there is to do with my hands that doesn't make me look nervous or anxious. Guess it's something I have to work through. Or learn to nurse a very large cup of water. After I got started, it was a little hard to stop once I finally did notice what was happening, then I was eating just to eat. ACK! What got me here in the first place.
But I tracked every bite. Every single one. It was not fun. At all. I am not going to lie to you. Not one little bit, but I did it, and tomorrow I will do better. I REFUSE to throw my whole week out the window because of one day. REFUSE. I went 10.5 points over my points today. But you know what I'm not going to do? I'm not going to spend time beating myself up over it. I AM going to learn from it, but I refuse to make myself the subject of a lecture. It will only make me feel more guilty, which will lead to more food, more guilt, more food, more guilt. YIKES - it's a terrible cycle. I have my weekly 35 for situations just as such. I consider myself blessed this lesson was learned on a Sunday instead of Friday. I have time to recover, gracefully, of course.
Instead of starting the above-named cycle, I am going to go to bed, with the help of the anti-histamine since I'm too scared to go to sleep without something, I'm going to get up in the morning, run, and start a whole new day. One where I am going to consciously watch my food and continue to train myself for social eating instead of they let me loose without my measuring cups and tracker - YUM. Well I can't claim I was without my tracker, I had my iTouch. For what did I purchase the sucker? That's right, to track with more mobility. Yup, lesson learned. Next. I'll never forget that - or live it down once my Mom reads this (love you Mom :). It looks like a flipping iPhone, so people will assume I'm just, well doing something you would do on an iPhone. I don't really know, I don't have one. :)
Well folks, it's late. And I have to get up in the morning, remember? Cheers to fresh starts. I'll be cheering with water, of course. :)
Until next time,
Leigh
But I tracked every bite. Every single one. It was not fun. At all. I am not going to lie to you. Not one little bit, but I did it, and tomorrow I will do better. I REFUSE to throw my whole week out the window because of one day. REFUSE. I went 10.5 points over my points today. But you know what I'm not going to do? I'm not going to spend time beating myself up over it. I AM going to learn from it, but I refuse to make myself the subject of a lecture. It will only make me feel more guilty, which will lead to more food, more guilt, more food, more guilt. YIKES - it's a terrible cycle. I have my weekly 35 for situations just as such. I consider myself blessed this lesson was learned on a Sunday instead of Friday. I have time to recover, gracefully, of course.
Instead of starting the above-named cycle, I am going to go to bed, with the help of the anti-histamine since I'm too scared to go to sleep without something, I'm going to get up in the morning, run, and start a whole new day. One where I am going to consciously watch my food and continue to train myself for social eating instead of they let me loose without my measuring cups and tracker - YUM. Well I can't claim I was without my tracker, I had my iTouch. For what did I purchase the sucker? That's right, to track with more mobility. Yup, lesson learned. Next. I'll never forget that - or live it down once my Mom reads this (love you Mom :). It looks like a flipping iPhone, so people will assume I'm just, well doing something you would do on an iPhone. I don't really know, I don't have one. :)
Well folks, it's late. And I have to get up in the morning, remember? Cheers to fresh starts. I'll be cheering with water, of course. :)
Until next time,
Leigh
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Hiking is always easier if you keep to the trail
Or in Weight Watchers speak "If you work it, IT WORKS". Who would have thought?
Refer back to my post here and you will see how the title of this post fits and also two lists: 1 list of things I was going to do this week and 1 list of things I was going to accomplish. Ultimately, I'm not hyper-worried about that first list. This week life happened, and navigating around that was added to the list. I fully accomplished 3 out of the six things and mostly (in fractions 7/8) accomplished the other three. What I am concentrating on is the second list. What was going to come of all this focus. On my list, I had four things:
Now I get to establish new goals. Seems I actually work well with them. Something to push myself toward. Humph. Before I do that, I want to fully realize the effort I placed this week. I did run Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. I tracked every bite I ate, I did not go over my points, and I measured EVERYTHING. I worked for every ounce that I lost this week. Every little bit. And all that effort WAS WORTH IT! Worth it enough to repeat and repeat and so on. When you work it, it works!!!
Now to celebrate. I cried (sobbed actually) out of pure joy. Pure, joy of what I thought had been unattainable. Now I know what I'm made of, that I can do it, and I have less to lose than I have lost!! I am between 26 and 30 pounds left. I am currently at 37.8 pounds lost (WOOHOO!).
Now for the hard part. I am going to want to slack off. It's human nature really, when achievements are reached before the time allotted. I have a solution to said issue. I am going to repeat last weeks goals with a few modifications:
As posted here I did these things to get back to the trail. Well, I'm back on the trail. The next step is to practice staying on the trail.
Until next time,
:)
Refer back to my post here and you will see how the title of this post fits and also two lists: 1 list of things I was going to do this week and 1 list of things I was going to accomplish. Ultimately, I'm not hyper-worried about that first list. This week life happened, and navigating around that was added to the list. I fully accomplished 3 out of the six things and mostly (in fractions 7/8) accomplished the other three. What I am concentrating on is the second list. What was going to come of all this focus. On my list, I had four things:
- Run under a 10 minute mile. Twice. Well Wednesday: 9:54.75 and Thursday 9:57.06. CHECK
- Lose 1.4 pounds. Well this week I walked into Weight Watchers, weighed, and guess what? 5 pounds. 5 GLORIOUS POUNDS!!!!!!! YYYYEEEAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Again, if you work it, it works. Seems so obvious now. So for this list item. CHECK.
- Hope to lose 2.2. Refer to previous point. CHECK :):):):):):):)
- Repeat and in 2 weeks lose a cool 5 pounds. Well I exceeded my expectations and lost the whole 5 in one week. Well then. Snap, snap, snap. Who's the Bomb-diggity? I'm the bomb-diggity. CHECK.
Now I get to establish new goals. Seems I actually work well with them. Something to push myself toward. Humph. Before I do that, I want to fully realize the effort I placed this week. I did run Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. I tracked every bite I ate, I did not go over my points, and I measured EVERYTHING. I worked for every ounce that I lost this week. Every little bit. And all that effort WAS WORTH IT! Worth it enough to repeat and repeat and so on. When you work it, it works!!!
Now to celebrate. I cried (sobbed actually) out of pure joy. Pure, joy of what I thought had been unattainable. Now I know what I'm made of, that I can do it, and I have less to lose than I have lost!! I am between 26 and 30 pounds left. I am currently at 37.8 pounds lost (WOOHOO!).
Now for the hard part. I am going to want to slack off. It's human nature really, when achievements are reached before the time allotted. I have a solution to said issue. I am going to repeat last weeks goals with a few modifications:
- I am going to lose 1.5 pounds this week. This will carry me to 39.2 total pounds lost.
- I am going to *hope/aim* for 2.3. This will make it easier for #3 and will bring me to 40 total pounds lost. Wouldn't that be SUPER COOL?!?!?!
- I am going to concentrate this week on running the entire mile, instead of aiming for a certain amount of time. Running the whole thing, I have a goal for 12 minutes or under. I am going to do this twice. That is running at 5MPH. I ran/walked an average of a 13 minute mile at the 5K, so an accomplishment all on its own.
- I'm going to extend my running course to include a lap around the 1/4 mile track. So my mile will be 1/2 from the house to the track, 1/4 around the track, 1/4 back up hill towards the house, and walking the last 1/4 mile home, to allow my heart rate to slow. I like it. It works. Eat my dust.
As posted here I did these things to get back to the trail. Well, I'm back on the trail. The next step is to practice staying on the trail.
Until next time,
:)
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?
The answer is a definite "NOT ME" and here's why. I practiced one of the habits of successful members (from Weight Watchers book 4) today (tonight). Ask for help. This is HARD for me. Really hard. Really, really hard. Really, really, real...you get the point.
All day today, I have had this craving for sweets. Luckily the only thing sweet I keep at my desk is applesauce. 1 point and I resisted because I knew I wanted pizza for dinner tonight and had just enough points to make that happen. So after resisting all day (or week rather), I felt a little, oh shall we say, withdrawn. So I had two cookies after dinner. And then the only thing I could think about from that point on was how to get more cookies. Without anyone knowing. Yes, for two whole hours, all I thought about was cookies. I've used this phrase before, but it fits: bloody infuriating. So I take my sleepy pills that work really well and I come downstairs to start scheming how to get cookies after all go to bed. Literally. So I march right back upstairs, while they are all awake and very boldly request that the cookies disappear. I then come back downstairs and have a strawberry smoothie bar. Not planned, but the 1 point bar is far better than the large amounts of cookies I was going to inhale. What I need to do is go back to the store, buy Vita Tops and have that with the key lime pie fiber one yogurt and fat free whipped topping for dessert nightly. Not only is it a lot of food, I get more bang for my buck, so to speak. The whole thing (about 1 1/2 cups)? 2 points. Yes that's right. 2 points. Ingredients? Yogurt = 0 points, Vita top = 1 point, fat free whipped topping (6 tbsp!) 1 point.
All this is putting into practice another habit: learn from experience. Something I'll be doing a little bit of tonight/tomorrow.
So, lets back up to why I didn't post last night, as a nightly post seems to be the thing. Yesterday was a very rough day. First, I took the sleepy pills too late on Monday evening, so I barely woke up in time for work. So did I run? That would be a no. I will make it up. Then, I have a very mentally exhausting day at work. I mean wow. My co-workers were all at home for various reasons, so I was by myself in my mini-department, which for some, would be great, but I am still the lone person in the office department, which means if someone has a question, I get asked. There are lots of questions, and fires that happened yesterday. I am especially peeved at a shipment company that shall remain nameless. Really? Your job is to deliver packages. How hard is it really to lose a package from where I shipped it to 20 miles away to it's destination. A week later and they still haven't found it. #*&#*&%(@&$%)&_(*#%&*(). Second time this week.
Yesterday, I ordered an i-touch, for the sole purpose of being able to have the Weight Watchers mobile app. There will be plenty of other benefits to this technology as well. Then I go upstairs for breakfast to find that my parents were seriously considering getting me that for my birthday, which is coming up. Quickly. %&#(*&$#(*%$&)(*#$(%)*$*(#. Really??? I ought to know better!
All this to say, this is a learning experience for me. I have to remember that I'm not done. I have the tendency to say, gosh, I look and feel good! and forget that I'm aiming for the final goal - to look and feel my best!!!
Until next time,
:)
All day today, I have had this craving for sweets. Luckily the only thing sweet I keep at my desk is applesauce. 1 point and I resisted because I knew I wanted pizza for dinner tonight and had just enough points to make that happen. So after resisting all day (or week rather), I felt a little, oh shall we say, withdrawn. So I had two cookies after dinner. And then the only thing I could think about from that point on was how to get more cookies. Without anyone knowing. Yes, for two whole hours, all I thought about was cookies. I've used this phrase before, but it fits: bloody infuriating. So I take my sleepy pills that work really well and I come downstairs to start scheming how to get cookies after all go to bed. Literally. So I march right back upstairs, while they are all awake and very boldly request that the cookies disappear. I then come back downstairs and have a strawberry smoothie bar. Not planned, but the 1 point bar is far better than the large amounts of cookies I was going to inhale. What I need to do is go back to the store, buy Vita Tops and have that with the key lime pie fiber one yogurt and fat free whipped topping for dessert nightly. Not only is it a lot of food, I get more bang for my buck, so to speak. The whole thing (about 1 1/2 cups)? 2 points. Yes that's right. 2 points. Ingredients? Yogurt = 0 points, Vita top = 1 point, fat free whipped topping (6 tbsp!) 1 point.
All this is putting into practice another habit: learn from experience. Something I'll be doing a little bit of tonight/tomorrow.
So, lets back up to why I didn't post last night, as a nightly post seems to be the thing. Yesterday was a very rough day. First, I took the sleepy pills too late on Monday evening, so I barely woke up in time for work. So did I run? That would be a no. I will make it up. Then, I have a very mentally exhausting day at work. I mean wow. My co-workers were all at home for various reasons, so I was by myself in my mini-department, which for some, would be great, but I am still the lone person in the office department, which means if someone has a question, I get asked. There are lots of questions, and fires that happened yesterday. I am especially peeved at a shipment company that shall remain nameless. Really? Your job is to deliver packages. How hard is it really to lose a package from where I shipped it to 20 miles away to it's destination. A week later and they still haven't found it. #*&#*&%(@&$%)&_(*#%&*(). Second time this week.
Yesterday, I ordered an i-touch, for the sole purpose of being able to have the Weight Watchers mobile app. There will be plenty of other benefits to this technology as well. Then I go upstairs for breakfast to find that my parents were seriously considering getting me that for my birthday, which is coming up. Quickly. %&#(*&$#(*%$&)(*#$(%)*$*(#. Really??? I ought to know better!
All this to say, this is a learning experience for me. I have to remember that I'm not done. I have the tendency to say, gosh, I look and feel good! and forget that I'm aiming for the final goal - to look and feel my best!!!
Until next time,
:)
Monday, June 21, 2010
Not all taxes are necessarily bad. Some are helpful.
I paid a "stupid tax" today. It cost me $1.08. This morning I wanted a Diet Dr. Pepper. Really bad wanted. So I stop in at Sonic on my way to work and boo hoo Sonic is not open. (say what?!?!?!?!?!). It was after 8, and they promise to be open by 6AM! Anyways, I decide to stop in at a gas station between Sonic and work. I do. I march into the gas station, pull out the biggest cup I could see, put Dr. Pepper in the cup with ice and walk to the counter and pay for it. It cost $1.08. Marching back out to my car, I get halfway there and freeze. I then realize that I just paid for Dr. Pepper, not DIET Dr. Pepper. There's a difference. A BIG one. About a 10 point one (!). So I groan (ggggggggrrrrrrrrrooooooaaaaaaannnnnnnnnn) and continue to my car, they didn't have diet in there anyways. I put it in my car and I wrestle all the way to the office with myself over whether or not I am going to drink it. One side: you might as well, you already bought it. Other side: it was only $1.08, it's not worth 10+ points. Which side won? The side that said not to drink it! I poured the whole think down the drain. Did not take one single sip. Now is that cool or what?!?!?!?!?! I think it's wicked awesome!!!! :)
This a "tax" that is helpful. I will think twice before I pour my own soda.
So, I'm sure you are all sitting on the edge of your seats wanting to know if I recovered from my less than awesome wake-up-at-3AM trick Saturday night/Sunday morning. I took a nap after I finished yesterday's post; so from around 3-6 when my mom says she woke me up. I do not believe her because I have no such memory. Apparently I was SO asleep she had to shake/scream at me. So why did she not let me sleep? I don't know; apparently she also reads stomachs and knew mine was hungry. It's a mom talent. I don't expect to understand. I was groggy all through dinner, but tracked everything all the same, but with much less vigor. Under the same mom's direction, I took Tylenol PM last night around 8. I think she was just getting tired of me sleeping sitting up on the couch upstairs. I fell asleep between 8:30 and 9. I slept until 6:30. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I am now a believer in over the counter sleepy pills. I didn't even have to pull out the big guns. :) I think I am going to repeat tonight.
Well, when I woke up, I was groggy, I mean really groggy. Really, really groggy. You get the point. Groggy enough to be tempted not to run, thinking it would only make my situation worse. After 30 minutes of coaxing myself, I finally got out the door and did it! I ran at a slower pace today and instead of only being able to make it to .5 miles at an 8' pace, I made it .75 miles at around a 10' pace, which doesn't leave much room for walking the last .25, which I did, and finished the mile at 11:47.19. Not fabulous, but considering the Tylenol was still wearing off, not too shabby, not too shabby. Tomorrow will be better.
I have to share about my dinner conquest! First, today was a very light day food-wise for me. Breakfast was 6 points, and 5 of those was the peanut butter on the toast. Lunch was broccoli and cheese (the Green Giant frozen - low-fat!) along with a piece of toast with butter. 5.5 points. Dinner was 15 pieces (3 ounces) or shrimp, homemade cocktail sauce (who knew it was ketchup and horseradish sauce?), salad with lettuce, peppers, and my new-found favorite Balsamic Vinaigrette dressing :) with milk to drink. The whole meal was 5.5 points, and 2 of those were milk! The shrimp was 1, the sauce 0.5, and the salad was 2 (dressing). Amazing! Overall, I did not use 7 of my points today, and I did not starve! I think it has to do with the enough sleep thing. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. I'm going to go beg for more Tylenol, put it on my shopping list to add to my pharmacy, and enjoy my sleep and get up and run again tomorrow. :)
Until next time,
:)
This a "tax" that is helpful. I will think twice before I pour my own soda.
So, I'm sure you are all sitting on the edge of your seats wanting to know if I recovered from my less than awesome wake-up-at-3AM trick Saturday night/Sunday morning. I took a nap after I finished yesterday's post; so from around 3-6 when my mom says she woke me up. I do not believe her because I have no such memory. Apparently I was SO asleep she had to shake/scream at me. So why did she not let me sleep? I don't know; apparently she also reads stomachs and knew mine was hungry. It's a mom talent. I don't expect to understand. I was groggy all through dinner, but tracked everything all the same, but with much less vigor. Under the same mom's direction, I took Tylenol PM last night around 8. I think she was just getting tired of me sleeping sitting up on the couch upstairs. I fell asleep between 8:30 and 9. I slept until 6:30. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I am now a believer in over the counter sleepy pills. I didn't even have to pull out the big guns. :) I think I am going to repeat tonight.
Well, when I woke up, I was groggy, I mean really groggy. Really, really groggy. You get the point. Groggy enough to be tempted not to run, thinking it would only make my situation worse. After 30 minutes of coaxing myself, I finally got out the door and did it! I ran at a slower pace today and instead of only being able to make it to .5 miles at an 8' pace, I made it .75 miles at around a 10' pace, which doesn't leave much room for walking the last .25, which I did, and finished the mile at 11:47.19. Not fabulous, but considering the Tylenol was still wearing off, not too shabby, not too shabby. Tomorrow will be better.
I have to share about my dinner conquest! First, today was a very light day food-wise for me. Breakfast was 6 points, and 5 of those was the peanut butter on the toast. Lunch was broccoli and cheese (the Green Giant frozen - low-fat!) along with a piece of toast with butter. 5.5 points. Dinner was 15 pieces (3 ounces) or shrimp, homemade cocktail sauce (who knew it was ketchup and horseradish sauce?), salad with lettuce, peppers, and my new-found favorite Balsamic Vinaigrette dressing :) with milk to drink. The whole meal was 5.5 points, and 2 of those were milk! The shrimp was 1, the sauce 0.5, and the salad was 2 (dressing). Amazing! Overall, I did not use 7 of my points today, and I did not starve! I think it has to do with the enough sleep thing. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. I'm going to go beg for more Tylenol, put it on my shopping list to add to my pharmacy, and enjoy my sleep and get up and run again tomorrow. :)
Until next time,
:)
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Go back to sleep Leigh......3AM?!?!?! UGH!
I totally stole the base for that quote from 27 Dresses with Katherine Heigl. Fantastic movie. The original quote is "Go to sleep Jane. 3AM?!?! UGH!". :)
So as you may have surmised from the title: I woke up this morning at 3AM, and this was after I had the most terrible time trying to sleep (went to bed at 9:30, didn't fall asleep until around 11). If you have any solutions (besides drugs, which is where I'm turning next) to this persistent, but inconsistent inability to sleep past 3AM, now would be the prime time to speak up. All those big words in the last sentence mean it doesn't happen every night, but at least once or twice a week. Still annoying.
Even after being up since then, I still ran this morning before church. I thought I might as well, since I was already up and all. Maybe that's why I was up so early. My subconscious did not want me to be able to snooze past my alarm. I ran/walked the mile in 10:15.18. For a few moments at the end, I really thought I was going to make it under 10' but that would have included sprinting about 100 yards when I could barely stand. I still shaved about 11 seconds off my PB, so I'm not complaining. Today.
When I returned, it took a full 30 minutes for my heart rate to go under 180, which was a little freaky. The way I finally got it to lower? Laying on the floor and concentrating on my deep breaths, which turned out to be a mistake, because then I didn't want to get up. :) Again, suggestions welcome.
Skip to this afternoon, after church. I noticed while fixing lunch that because I was so tired, I almost didn't track before I ate. Uh oh. I walked upstairs, realized I didn't have my laptop, and for a few seconds had an internal debate whether to just not do it for that one little meal or go downstairs and get my laptop. The side that wanted to get the laptop won! So I get my laptop and track everything and feel a lot better about the whole thing.
I also noticed that sweets call my name a little louder when two conditions are met: a) I am tired and bored, and b) when no one else is around. I resisted all temptation, ate my lunch and here I am, trying as usual to find a title. Well, by the time you read that line I would have already found one and then added a paragraph at the beginning to tie it all together so it makes a decent shred of sense.
I'm now barely able to keep my eyes open, so I'm going to go take a nap.
Until next time,
:)
So as you may have surmised from the title: I woke up this morning at 3AM, and this was after I had the most terrible time trying to sleep (went to bed at 9:30, didn't fall asleep until around 11). If you have any solutions (besides drugs, which is where I'm turning next) to this persistent, but inconsistent inability to sleep past 3AM, now would be the prime time to speak up. All those big words in the last sentence mean it doesn't happen every night, but at least once or twice a week. Still annoying.
Even after being up since then, I still ran this morning before church. I thought I might as well, since I was already up and all. Maybe that's why I was up so early. My subconscious did not want me to be able to snooze past my alarm. I ran/walked the mile in 10:15.18. For a few moments at the end, I really thought I was going to make it under 10' but that would have included sprinting about 100 yards when I could barely stand. I still shaved about 11 seconds off my PB, so I'm not complaining. Today.
When I returned, it took a full 30 minutes for my heart rate to go under 180, which was a little freaky. The way I finally got it to lower? Laying on the floor and concentrating on my deep breaths, which turned out to be a mistake, because then I didn't want to get up. :) Again, suggestions welcome.
Skip to this afternoon, after church. I noticed while fixing lunch that because I was so tired, I almost didn't track before I ate. Uh oh. I walked upstairs, realized I didn't have my laptop, and for a few seconds had an internal debate whether to just not do it for that one little meal or go downstairs and get my laptop. The side that wanted to get the laptop won! So I get my laptop and track everything and feel a lot better about the whole thing.
I also noticed that sweets call my name a little louder when two conditions are met: a) I am tired and bored, and b) when no one else is around. I resisted all temptation, ate my lunch and here I am, trying as usual to find a title. Well, by the time you read that line I would have already found one and then added a paragraph at the beginning to tie it all together so it makes a decent shred of sense.
I'm now barely able to keep my eyes open, so I'm going to go take a nap.
Until next time,
:)
Saturday, June 19, 2010
That's all I get?!?!?!
That's how I view "dieting", which is why it doesn't work for me. And no, I'm not getting paid by Weight Watchers to say that, but it's true. I had to realize it was about the long-term; it's all about getting healthier! It's about being able to live my life to the fullest, which is why I do not hesitate to correct anyone who thinks I'm on a diet! This is not temporary; it's a lifestyle change. I want to see 80+ years old (God willing, of course), and in order to do that, I need to do my part and take care of my body! But I digress.
Back on topic: When I look at, for example, salad dressing. The serving size for most salad dressing is 2 tbsp. Then I look at the measuring spoon for a tablespoon and (after considering throwing it out the window) think That's all I get?!?!?! My salad is going to taste dry (gasp! Heaven forbid). It is an adjustment. I, for one, had my portions way out of whack.
To prove this to myself I measured. Meticulously. Everything. I had I had a salad with my lasagna for diner. My salad consisted of: 1.5 cups of lettuce, .5 cups of raw green beans (the snap ones of which I could eat a whole bag!), .5 cups of red bell peppers, and the dressing. That's a big salad, and the only thing in that with points is the dressing. Well I sprinkle the 1.5 tbsp of dressing (I don't use the whole 2) and I think okay, I can't really see the dressing, but okay, I'm going to go with it. Then I mix it up and start eating. At the end, what do I find? First, the salad was excellent! It tasted so FRESH!! I also found extra dressing in the bottom of my bowl!! I then realize: I picked the dressing because it was the lowest calorie dressing we had; I expected to suffer through it, since I do not like balsamic vinegar dressing normally. Well, guess what? I normally don't like it because I use way too much, which gives it that bitter taste! HA! It was too bitter in large amounts, but in the serving size, well I think I like it better than anything else! I'm going solve the whole blasted 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle soon before long!! :)
In an effort to prove my seriousness (to myself mostly :) ), I took my laptop upstairs when I ate each meal today and I tracked everything I ate before I ate it. What a difference!! It was actually a lot of fun!!! Instead of feeling regret for eating the way I did when I went back and looked at it, which leads to more eating and then more guilt, more eating, more guilt, so on and so on, or trying to remember what I ate and how much, I knew what I was doing before I did it! I measured the lasagna with my hands (since the serving size was in inches on the website). I also beefed up my salad with more veggies, which are filling foods and 0 points! At the end, I was full!! :) This is not going to be nearly the jailing I originally thought. Maybe that's all I needed in the beginning; a fresh look; a new perspective.
All this describing food has made me truly hungry. Dilemma. I have already used all my points for the day. I could dip into my weekly 35 (which you are encouraged to do - that's why they're there), but I feel I can get creative. So I go grab a Fiber One yogurt (and remind myself of the food commercials on the Biggest Loser) and remember that the yogurt is 0 points!!!!! No going over points and it's a filling food. WHOOP!!!
Now for a real shift of thinking: feelings confession time!
I was hesitant to blog tonight, since this will by my third post today. I have this fear, oh my goodness, if I post too many posts, these people reading will thing I'm a blog-aholic (milk-a-what? he he). Well, remember when I wrote here about if I put me first, I'm really selfish about it? Okay, well here goes the first example. This is my blog that I created for my expression of my feelings and I can post as much and as often as I like and you are allowed to not read it. Yup, I'll tell you how I really feel. :)
Of course, I enjoy knowing when you read it and what you think, but I need to remember this is my outlet. And right now, I'm doing a lot of out letting as I go through more behavior changes. :)
Now going to listen to Open House Party and wind down since I'm getting up SUPER early to run in the AM. Say it with me "I got this!!!"
Until next time,
:)
Back on topic: When I look at, for example, salad dressing. The serving size for most salad dressing is 2 tbsp. Then I look at the measuring spoon for a tablespoon and (after considering throwing it out the window) think That's all I get?!?!?! My salad is going to taste dry (gasp! Heaven forbid). It is an adjustment. I, for one, had my portions way out of whack.
To prove this to myself I measured. Meticulously. Everything. I had I had a salad with my lasagna for diner. My salad consisted of: 1.5 cups of lettuce, .5 cups of raw green beans (the snap ones of which I could eat a whole bag!), .5 cups of red bell peppers, and the dressing. That's a big salad, and the only thing in that with points is the dressing. Well I sprinkle the 1.5 tbsp of dressing (I don't use the whole 2) and I think okay, I can't really see the dressing, but okay, I'm going to go with it. Then I mix it up and start eating. At the end, what do I find? First, the salad was excellent! It tasted so FRESH!! I also found extra dressing in the bottom of my bowl!! I then realize: I picked the dressing because it was the lowest calorie dressing we had; I expected to suffer through it, since I do not like balsamic vinegar dressing normally. Well, guess what? I normally don't like it because I use way too much, which gives it that bitter taste! HA! It was too bitter in large amounts, but in the serving size, well I think I like it better than anything else! I'm going solve the whole blasted 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle soon before long!! :)
In an effort to prove my seriousness (to myself mostly :) ), I took my laptop upstairs when I ate each meal today and I tracked everything I ate before I ate it. What a difference!! It was actually a lot of fun!!! Instead of feeling regret for eating the way I did when I went back and looked at it, which leads to more eating and then more guilt, more eating, more guilt, so on and so on, or trying to remember what I ate and how much, I knew what I was doing before I did it! I measured the lasagna with my hands (since the serving size was in inches on the website). I also beefed up my salad with more veggies, which are filling foods and 0 points! At the end, I was full!! :) This is not going to be nearly the jailing I originally thought. Maybe that's all I needed in the beginning; a fresh look; a new perspective.
All this describing food has made me truly hungry. Dilemma. I have already used all my points for the day. I could dip into my weekly 35 (which you are encouraged to do - that's why they're there), but I feel I can get creative. So I go grab a Fiber One yogurt (and remind myself of the food commercials on the Biggest Loser) and remember that the yogurt is 0 points!!!!! No going over points and it's a filling food. WHOOP!!!
Now for a real shift of thinking: feelings confession time!
I was hesitant to blog tonight, since this will by my third post today. I have this fear, oh my goodness, if I post too many posts, these people reading will thing I'm a blog-aholic (milk-a-what? he he). Well, remember when I wrote here about if I put me first, I'm really selfish about it? Okay, well here goes the first example. This is my blog that I created for my expression of my feelings and I can post as much and as often as I like and you are allowed to not read it. Yup, I'll tell you how I really feel. :)
Of course, I enjoy knowing when you read it and what you think, but I need to remember this is my outlet. And right now, I'm doing a lot of out letting as I go through more behavior changes. :)
Now going to listen to Open House Party and wind down since I'm getting up SUPER early to run in the AM. Say it with me "I got this!!!"
Until next time,
:)
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