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What the…

How did I do this?  On Friday, in an effort to lean on the more healthy side of eating, I had cereal for breakfast.  Then, on the way to work, completely out of about a two-week habit, I made my way way to pick up breakfast tacos.

Two breakfasts in a matter of an hour.

Obviously, I’m not listening to my body this week.  If I had been, I would have realized, prior to picking up breakfast tacos, that I wasn’t hungry.  I would have realized prior to that, that I felt perfectly full from cereal.  And, if I wasn’t so slammed with work and social activities this past week, I would have just paid more attention to what I was doing.

It is a constant reminder I must make to myself to be mindful with my eating.  Don’t eat out of convenience or habit.  Don’t eat just to eat.  Don’t eat just to socialize.  Eat to sustain, to nourish.  That is the real purpose of food.

 

 

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Rough Week, Gym Bag and Marbles

I have been bad this week.  Truth be told, it has been a really emotional week for me and I just haven’t “felt like it.”  You know what I mean?

These kinds of things happen.  Working out would have made it feel better, but it also happens to be one of those super busy weeks where you get to work an hour early and stay an hour late, and then when you get home, you have extra work to do.

I also got in non-trouble this week at work.  An email went out and it was not well received.  My manager, his manager, and then her manager all had to sit down with me and just let me know it wasn’t the best email to send.  Although they were cool about it, it was upsetting.  I hate crying at work, but it happened – both on the day my manager gave me a heads up, and in the meeting with the three managers.

Towards the end of yesterday, things were really looking up.  The only reason I didn’t go to the gym was because it was the once monthly office happy hour that I myself plan.  By the time it’s over, I’m tipsy, it’s dusk, and working out sounds like a bad idea.  I think the occasional day or two off from working out is fine, it’s just that there has been a lot of them this week.

Also contributing to my stress is my dad’s upcoming knee replacement surgery.  He reads this blog and doesn’t want me sharing all his business, so I’ll just leave it at that :)   I am heading down to my hometown though, to help out post-op.  Still, I have an inkling feeling that the stress of earlier this week and the stress of the upcoming surgery have me pretty tightly wound.

BUT, I’m working out tonight!  Oh yes!  Just a couple more weeks left on my CG Arena free membership and then I’ll be heading to Gold’s more permanently.  I’m really looking forward to it.

Also exciting me this week (it really is the little things…) is my quest for a gym bag.  Yes, this is exciting.  My Crate & Barrel tote bag gets the job done, but it’s not particularly sporty, nor does it fit in a teeny gym locker.  Plus it serves a whole lot of purposes and so a gym bag is required. BUT, I’m implementing a little plan before I make this happen:

My friend Tracy gave me this idea: get a jar and some pretty marbles.  Every time you do something healthy, add a marble to the jar.  When the jar is full, you get your reward.  For me, I plan to add a marble every time I eat a home-prepared meal (e.g., cereal for breakfast, leftovers for lunch, etc.).  It only counts if it is a healthy, planned meal (no, popcorn does NOT count as a meal, even though it’s home prepared).

I’m looking forward to sharing the pictures.  Wish me luck :)

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A Shift

There has been a shift, ya’ll.  I don’t know if it was the compliments I received earlier this week, or something inside of me, but I feel very different about the enormous task in front of me (i.e., losing weight).

Right now, there is not an ounce of doubt in me.  I know it will happen.  And, this isn’t just me talking myself up, encouraging myself (which I have been known to do).  This is a known truth that I don’t know I’ve had in me.

And today at work, a coworker said I looked slimmer.  I told her I’ve now lost 26 lbs and am down two sizes.  She got a tear in her eye, ya’ll.  A tear!  It COULD have been the awful fumes from another office’s floor refinishing, but I like to think I have touched her heart ;)

Right now, in this moment, in this week, I feel PUMPED.  I’m excited to join a gym, try new classes, meet new people.  I am ready to shed this weight and dare I cliche-it? get on with my life.  This weight has held me back and I’m sick of it and sick from it.

Can you believe I worked out three times today?  THREE!  I did boot camp this morning, then did some time on the treadmill this afternoon, then did Zumba.  I am just feeling so inspired by myself lately and could go again right now if needed (though it’s not).

Cannot wait to get into size 16s very soon!

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The Problem with Public

This blog has really been what’s kept me going with weight loss this time around.  Any other time, I would have completely lost focus months ago and just reverted back to comfort/easy zone.  This blog keeps me accountable – to my family, my friends, strangers and of course myself.

But sometimes putting it all out there is unexpectedly tough.  When I’m honest about my pitfalls, you all know.  Sometimes I’m straight up honest, and sometimes I approach it in humorous way, but I always try to remain real.  True to who I am.

And sometimes, the response I get hurts.  Be it comments or private messages, some people really feel it’s their job to call me out – even though I’m calling myself out.  I said in my very first post that sometimes I need that no-holds-barred feedback, as opposed to the candy coating.  But it hurts anyways. (And by the way, it has never come from someone who has lost 100+ lbs, or who needs to lose it themselves.)

It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, because it rattles me to the point of getting me to GO.  PULL THROUGH. Even if it’s presumptuous, ill-informed, or tough-love, it DOES make an impact on me, but only after I’ve had time to process it.

Yesterday was a weird, weird day.  I don’t know if the birth control hormones are still affecting me or what, but I’m feeling introverted, anti-social, and anti-workout.  #truthbomb

And this morning, I woke up IN TIME to go to boot camp, but drug my feet getting out the door and ultimately drove right past it when I realized I’d be 10+ minutes late.  I know – it’s pathetic.  NOBODY needs to call me out on it, though I know someone will – whether it’s a reply to this post, or they try to sneak it in five posts from now. (I’m onto you.)  I hate it, but bring it on.

While I try to work through my grouchy, crabby, hormonal mood swings and grit my teeth through every temptation I (try to) turn away, I know that every single reader of this blog – blunt or not – wants me to succeed.  And though the comments sting, I have to make sure they don’t discourage me from being honest.

This blog makes me accountable.  Even if some people want to take my honesty and scold me for it, so be it.  I’m not perfect, and I’m OK with it.

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Inspiration

I’ve been finding all kinds of inspiration lately, in an unlikely place I didn’t expect to see it: Pinterest.  If you aren’t familiar with the site, think of it as taking the act of book marking sites you like, and mixing it with a cork board or dream board.  You essentially “pin” the things that interest you – images only.  So, if you see a website with a cute picture of a do-dad you want to make for your daughter, you pin it, and it shows up with all the other things you’ve pinned.

I’m not sure that’s a great description, but you’ll have to try it for yourself.  The main point here is this: by seeing what others pin, I started finding inspiration for my workouts.  Here are some of my favorites:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Do. Do, do, do.

It’s slow-going in camp single-digit-denim.  Last I reported, I’d lost about 14 lbs.  I should probably know it down to the two-tenths-of-a-pound, but when you weigh over 200, two-tenths feels like pocket change, honestly.

The thing is, my weight changes DRASTICALLY day to day.  I don’t know how it works for skinny girls, but from Monday to Tuesday, my weight can fluctuate by as much as 6 lbs.  I KNOW “they” say you shouldn’t weigh every single day, but I do.  I think they say that to teens so they don’t develop eating disorders.  Truth is, had I forced myself to step on a scale daily starting in college, I’d probably be about 80 lbs lighter.  I would have seen the numbers creeping and would have changed it then. (And honestly, knowing your weight is like knowing your bank account balance…)

I put on weight rather obliviously.  I don’t really remember thinking “Op! I’m a size up this time!”  I don’t even remember the moment when I could no longer shop at the “regular” store.  Why didn’t anyone say anything?  There were signs for myself – all over the place!  (Ok, that’s not fair – my mother did say stuff, but for some reason we dismiss our mothers).

Granted I’m no closer to getting married today than I was when I was say, six, I’d actually thought about how I’d be a fat bride.  I thought about what dress cuts flatter short stocky girls.  How pathetic is that?  Even when i was single+fat, I saw myself fat for life (or fat till ‘I do’ at least).

The truth is I fell ever so slightly from the wagon in the past week.  I think three and a half days off at Thanksgiving had a role.  I have been more tired since waking up early (ahem, for workouts I’ve been skipping sporadically).  Work has picked up a tad.  All reasons, but all excuses.  I have boot camp tomorrow morning and literally thought an hour ago, “Maybe I’ll start next week off fresh and just not go tomorrow.”

No.  No no no.  It re-starts NOW.  Now now now.  As of this morning, I’m at 13 lbs lost.  My corduroys’s were hanging off of me yesterday.  The new jeans I bought last week fit like a glove and I love that feeling every time I zip the fly.  I need more of THOSE moments.  I need more of those empowering moments when boot camp ends with a “bring it in.”  I know all the things I need and must do.  Now it’s time to do.  Do do do.

I keep reminding myself that if I can just do this, I can do anything.  “Recovering” from weight gain will be one of the most difficult things I do in my life, and overcoming it will be the most inspirational.

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Lessons Learned from a Month of Eating In

November has (finally) come to an end!  Tomorrow, I can once again partake in the convenience and enjoyment of restaurants, and I. Am. Ready.

Despite my eagerness to enjoy some sushi, or a burrito, this month has been incredibly rewarding and a great shove in the right direction.  It vaguely reminds me of the time I gave up cheese for Lent, however this time I did not seek out artificial cheese.

As I reflect on the past month, some great strides have been made in my habits and health – the whole point of the exercise.  Here are some lessons learned, habits formed and general notes.

1.) My meal planning got better.  I don’t mean.  Specifically, my groceries did not spoil before I got to them.  When your only option is what’s in your kitchen, you find yourself going for the things you don’t want to go to waste.  Before, if I knew all I had in the fridge was some broccoli, OF COURSE anything else that I can pick up on the way home sounds far better, and allows me to convince myself it’s more convenient.

2.) My grocery bill went up.  Way up.  I found that I went to the store every 2-3 days.  I like this more.  It meant that I finished the broccoli before I purchased the cauliflower.  It meant that I never had to eat out, because at the very minimum, there was a lean cuisine in the fridge.  See – take away your options and you will find another way….

3.) It takes a tremendous amount of willpower.  ‘Nuff said.

4.) It can get a little awkward on a date.  Thankfully (or depressingly), I only had one date all month.  We had beers instead, which kept the date casual.

5.) It’s empowering.  Taking on this challenge felt like removing training wheels, cutting the umbilical cord, or moving out of your parent’s house.  To say I don’t NEED that food was so different than I can’t HAVE that food.  To want something, but recognize that it’s impractical for whatever reason, and not get it, makes me feel like a grown up.

6.) It’s totally doable.  I challenge you to do it for just one week.

7.) It can make you ill – like if you’re locked in a conference room full of fragrant sandwiches.  Yes, this happened.  We had a company meeting over lunch.  Deli sandwiches and chips were brought in and the doors were shut.  All I remember is how strong the smell of the sandwiches was, and how odd it is to be slightly hungry (it wasn’t yet my lunch time), be exposed to food both visually and through scent, and to not eat.  It made me feel like one of Pavlov’s dogs.  I had to excuse myself, throw up in the rest room, and then I felt fine. This never happens to me.

8.) There were definitely some loopholes to look out for, such as drinking out (beers, milkshakes, starbucks), grocery store prepared items (roasted chicken, prepared chicken/tuna salads), and there was plenty of grey areas (chips & salsa, cookies, cupcakes).

9.) This one is the most important.  It really encourages healthy habits, such as cooking your own food, knowing where your food comes from, and planning your meals.  There were more than a few times, particularly when I left work really late, where I wished I could pick up some food on the way home – nights when I left work 2-3 hours before I was supposed to go to bed.  But, it was a lesson in preparedness.  Even as I write this, I can recall reading this sort of tip in any slew of weight loss articles – “have healthy snacks all around you,” “keep the following in your pantry at all times….”  Only now does it really resonate with me.  WHY on why did it take so long?

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Dating while Fat and Trying to Lose

I have been online dating.  For a long, long time.  I don’t get hit on at bars or church, and so this has been a long-term solution for meeting men.

For those of you less experienced in online dating, let me enlighten you.  It is a very judgemental place.  Once you filter potential guys on some criteria you set, you basically scroll through pictures until someone strikes your fancy.  You may or may not read their entire profile before reaching out to them (through a wink, nudge or whatever cutesy word the site has come up with).  Guys are no different.  Guys are MUCH more visually driven, and so picture is everything.

For me, this poses a slight problem.  My picture shows off my chubby cheeks and collar bones.  Yes, I am a fat girl looking for love.  BUT, I’m also a fat girl who is TRULY working to improve herself.  That part – the part that’s not immediately visible, gets lost in the details.  Literally.  If you look at my profile, you will see I’m active…. way, way down – after my age, race, marriage status, kids status and religion.

So, the guys I typically hear from are big guys (because why would an athletic, fit guy reach out to a chubby girl?)  But, they are not always on the same page as me in terms of health.  Here’s what I can expect of the guys I hear from:

  • 70% of them are big guys who “wink” at every chubby girl (or every girl for that matter).  They may have a glint of an idea to lose weight “some day”, but there’s no immediate steps being taken.  These guys also think they work out 3 times a week, but when you talk to them, they haven’t been to the gym in a couple of weeks, or don’t even have a gym membership.
  • 25% of them think they are working on their health (me a year ago), and think they want to be with a girl who will encourage them.  They think that by dating a fit (or getting fit) girl, they will magically absorb her good habits, but God forbid you encourage them – that makes you pushy.  These are the guys that despite their aspirations, order queso at every meal.
  • 5% of them are in my boat – I’m guessing.  I haven’t truly met one of them, that I’m aware of.  They may be big now, but they have made strides recently and continue to see progress.  These are the ones I’m looking for!

This leaves me with precious little to work with.  What’s a girl to do?  Of the golden 5% of the big guys, there’s a needle in a haystack chance that I also get along with them, or we find each other mutually attractive, or have the same religious values…

All I can do is keep doing what I’ve always done and put myself out there.  I don’t plan to ‘wait for skinny’ before I start looking.

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Parental Love and Weight

I recognize that my writing skills are rusty, and I may not always build a story in the best way, hooking y’all early.  So, I will just preface this blog with a request: read it to the end, because that’s where I’ve really exposed some stuff deep in my heart.

I have never really sized myself up to others in terms of appearance.  I’ve very rarely walked into a room of strangers and thought ‘I’m the biggest one here.’  Occasionally I’ve said to myself “Oh good, I’m not the fattest one here.”  Which if I think about it, means I have just contradicted myself.  I MUST size myself up in terms of appearance when I walk in a room, however subconsciously.

But, being larger than others in the room has never really bugged me.  I think when I heard the kid-friendly messaging that people should love you for who you are, and not what you look like, it over-resonated with me.

I’m not a mother, but I’ve really been thinking about how I would talk about nutrition, health, weight and beauty with a daughter.  I kind of wish my parents had talked to me more about being thinner and the opportunities it opens for you, but I understand why they didn’t.

When I was in my mid-twenties my dad took a serious tone with me, and out of love and concern for my future, he said that I needed to lose weight if I ever wanted to find a husband.  He prefaced it by saying he would only tell me this once, ever – and he’s held to that.  As I write this, I’m having an emotional reaction not to what he said then, but the fact that he only said it only once.  It means throughout my life – my chubby, chunky entire life – he bit his tongue about my weight.  My mom too, was pretty quiet about my weight.

My Wonderful, Loving Parents (and me!)

It means they made a decision together, out of love for me, at some young, chunky moment in my life, to NOT give me a complex about it by over-harping on my snacks or meals, but instead encouraging the sports I was interested in (Tennis), and other healthy habits I’m likely not even aware of.

I cannot say they did me any disservice.  Parenting is difficult in a way I cannot fathom.  Somewhere along the way I just became wired to eat more and eat mindlessly (whether it was nature or nurture, I don’t care).  But, I’m also wired to feel that what I am on the inside matters, I know what love feels like because of the abundant love they gave me, and I relish in the encouragement they’ve always given me without criticism (then and now).

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