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Vacation Weight

Does this happen to others?  You go on a vacation – be it two nights a town a way, a week at home visiting your parent, or the one I’m less familiar with – a one week trip to somewhere that can actually have the prized name of “destination?”  When you get home, you step on the scale and low and behold there is some obnoxious number that (in my case of a two day trip) is an average of 3.5 pounds gained per day.  Per day!

It IS misleading, to a degree.  I expected a little bump, after all I had salty margaritas, and ate food that others prepared (though I very closely watched my portion sizes).  I drank water or un-sweet tea when I wasn’t drinking margs (and even those were limited to maybe 3 on Friday and 3 on Saturday).  I was more active, too – playing in the pool with my “nephew,” as I like to call him (he’s actually my cousin’s child, and therefore my 2nd cousin, I believe – but nephew gets the point across better).

So, Monday morning – SEVEN pounds gained.  Well, and I should say gained from the last time I weighed in, not necessarily the weekend alone.  Tuesday morning, I had lost more than two of those (I think this is salt-related water weight).  Today, another couple of pounds lost.

I know I’m not on an island (though fully expect some judgement from a few folks), but I just don’t “diet” when I’m relaxing like that.  I definitely didn’t “pig out;”  I was reasonable, conservative and only a tad snacky.  The real bummer (for me) is I’m OUT of the 230s once again, and that was a place I wanted to live in for a while (well, at least until I hit the 220s!).

And, I have a looming deadline of August 31st to get into size 16.  I’m quite nervous about this happening on time and so it is CRUNCH TIME.  No alcohol (I quite literally had water at a bar, at a birthday happy hour, this Tuesday).  Count calories, EVEN IF following the South Beach Diet.  Avoid eating out at all costs (this is hard because of my social life, but I must try).  If I do have to eat out, make good choices.  E.g., the company’s COO took me to lunch the other day to a Korean restaurant.  Instead of carb heavy sushi and fried pork in “Lunch B”, I got sauteed vegetables, broth-based soup and a teeny bit of rice.  And ugh – I hate doing it, but I need to cut out the salt, too.  I cut out the shaker a while back, but it slowly made a comeback.  (BTW,  I hate how I talk about salt as though I don’t have control over the shaker – as if it has a mind of it’s own.  It doesn’t, Katie).

I actually did go to the grocery store on my lunch break for health snacks (yogurt, cherries, an apple, hummus), low calorie frozen lunches (yes, these have their drawbacks, but the pro of calorie control right now is worth it to me), and pretzel chips (for that craving of Doritos/SunChips/Ruffles that hits at like 11am, and 2pm, and 4pm).

I also need to cut caffeine back.  It causes food cravings about 2 hours after my last sip, but BOY does it make me productive.  I spent a good couple of hours updating my LinkedIn profile last night, even though I’m not looking for a job (crazy, right?).  I was just on fire and could have worked longer had it not been the sheer fact that I must go to bed in order to have a reasonable amount of hours sleep before waking up (which my body did sans alarm clock at 6am or so).  Aye aye aye.

I will post pictures from this weekend’s trip soon!

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Fried Food

Maybe this post should be titled “Acid Reflux,” as this is the true culprit of the story.  Scratch that.  “Bad Decisions.”

I have acid reflux.  Such a terrible name for a condition.  Acid never sounds good, and then reflux sounds like…. well.  Anyway.  I have it.

When I lived in Chicago, I had a FANTASTIC doctor that I would recommend to anyone, who recommended I control the AR through diet.  The goal was to identify what foods caused it, and then avoid those foods.  The usual suspects are tomato sauce, onion, citrus, etc.  I happened to find that for me, fried or greasy food and acidic beverages were also triggers.  So, it makes sense I should avoid those anyway.

Well, I did avoid those foods for the most part, but every once in a while, I would eat something that would wake me up in the middle of the night making me wish I ate nothing but baked goods all day (as these are very benign on my stomach). I had some medicines on hand, but they never worked fast enough, and I just felt sick, clammy and nauseous for about an hour before falling asleep again.

When I moved to Austin, I talked to my doctor.  He put me on a daily pill that really did the trick.  Only, I’ve gotten out of the habit of taking it lately.  And so, for three nights this past week, I woke up, in a cold sweat, worried I might be sick, and trying to treat with more immediate remedies like sleeping upright and drinking ice water.

Really though, it goes back to what the first doctor told me – food choice.  On all occasions, I’d had something bad for me at some point that day (something fried).  South Beach or not, certain foods just do this to me, and they are foods that I shouldn’t be eating anyway.

This whole thing made me wonder if the pill was disguising my bad choices from me.  For now, I will go back to good food choices AND the pill, and hopefully have some rest-filled nights.  I guess I will chock this one up to lessons (re)learned.

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Breaking In

Well folks, it finally happened.  This morning, I broke into the 230s!  What a pleasant morning surprise to see a three.  Between my toes.  In the 10s place.

I’m telling you.  South Beach works for me.  I’m not going to say, “Go try it!  Right this minute!”  I’ve been at this game long enough to know what works for me may not work for everyone.  And, I also know that for some, what works quickly un-works itself.  South Beach just happens to work well for me and I’m just so excited to see it in numbers.

I got to thinking today – how odd is it… all these diets?  It’s been established that low carb diets work (at least temporarily).  And then a guy friend of mine did well on a Sonoma/Mediterranean diet, which apparently is lots of bread and olive oil, but little meat and especially red meat.  Then some church friends of mine have lost a ton of weight on the Four Hour Body diet, which is like… no dairy (and other things).  The thread here is that all of these diets remove some key food group, at least in large part.

So, riddle me this – our bodies can have any food type and lose weight, so long as it is not all food types at once?  Protein without carbs, carbs without proteins, meats and veggies without dairy?  I feel like Dr. Oz should have touched on this at some point (maybe he did?).

In any case, I will keep truckin’ on South Beach.  I realize I’ve been much less hungry – more than I’ve noted in the past.  On Wednesday (day 2), I had a very late breakfast, a bigish lunch, and a tiny dinner.  Usually I healthy snack all day.  Today, it was chicken and broccoli for breakfast, which I had to force feed myself, popcorn in the middle of the day, and then some egg rolls for dinner.  Lots of water drinking, for sure, but still, this is very little food.  I guess that’s the whole idea of SB – the carbs cause hunger, and removing them prevents hunger, which prevents the consumption of calories.

Cheers to progress!

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Finding Silence

As I turn the TV off to type this upcoming stream of consciousness, what pops into my head is this ad, created for Nike, in the movie What Women Want.  I don’t remember much – just Helen Hunt’s voice talking about running, the road, just a girl (and her thoughts?), or something.

I realize my life has been busy.  And lately, when I’m not working, I’m filling the time with noise.  It’s not that noise is bad, but it is distracting.  When I get home, the TV goes on and stays on until bedtime.  Sometimes, when I get into bed, I turn on Kim Iverson (radio DJ) and listen to that.  When I get my oil changed, there is a TV.  When I get my hair cut, there is the stylist talking to me.  When I’m at the gym, I’m either listening to the TVs/music there, or I drown that out with more noise from my iPod.  And when I drive, there is forever noise.

I’m not sure when the excess noise started.  Like, I’m not sure when I turned up the volume, or turned off the quiet.  But, I’m definitely distracted.  I haven’t blogged, because I haven’t given myself a chance for my own thoughts to creep into my head about what I’m feeling on diet, workouts and weight loss.

I said a long time ago (and probably a couple of times since), that blogging has been the one weight loss tool that really works for me.  It has kept my eye on the ball.  Kept me centered.  Kept me focused.

I don’t think I’m avoiding the blog.  I don’t think it is a chore.  I think when I turn off the noise I’m overwhelmed with thoughts.  So many thoughts.  From religious thoughts to grad school thoughts.  From “what’s for dinner” to “should I put more hours in on the project tonight to maybe put some dent in all the work that needs to get done?” I think about what I will do this weekend, to where I’ll be in a year.  I wonder if I should be looking for another job, or embracing the one I have.

Working out has been something I thoroughly enjoy, especially Body Pump and Tennis, when I find time for them.  But other noise (primarily work) has kept me away.  And, with the new guy in my life, I’m finding new ways to balance everything.

The point is this: I need more quiet time.  (Inside joke: Kill Quiet Time.  A latchkey thing).  I need time to collect my thoughts, heck to HAVE thoughts.  I need more time to pray, to read, to consider.

When I lived in Chicago, I would ride the bus.  At times, I would spend 30 minutes just THINKING about whatever.  No book, no ipod, no smart phone.  It was marvelous, really.

I don’t want to make any declarations tonight.  I don’t declare that I will not watch TV the rest of the week, or that I will take the bus to work.  I just promise to give myself more time to swim in thought and prayer, and see where it takes me.

 

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Real Limits

So, per one of my recent posts, I had a blah day and just NEEDED to get to the gym ASAP.  And that I did.  My goal was one hour on the elliptical, which felt pretty good to accomplish I must say.  But, the next day, my “bad” knee, which hadn’t been giving me any trouble after the gym, started nagging at me.  It didn’t like the stairs, mornings, or sitting.

Unfortunately, my body is not perfect.  I have scars, wounds, bumps, bruises and a partial knee (missing some meniscus and ACL).  But, my goal is still there and so I just have to find a way to work past these little set backs.

On the bright side, my boyfriend (you heard me) said I look smaller.  He can tell I’ve lost weight.  I have to say it’s cool to have grazed this topic with him.  I’m not the kind of girl to list everything I had to eat that day, or obsess about calories and carbs to a guy.  He knows I’m trying to lose weight, and supports me.  He found the blog while doing an extensive reading of my Facebook posts going wayyyyyy back, apparently (what a stalker, that one).  He hasn’t read it yet, because he wants to get to know me in person.  Sweet, right?

So, workouts I have one down.  Calorie counting days are at zero, but my portion control is strong.  I play tennis tomorrow.  And not to make excuses, but I can’t get too sweaty today or tomorrow because I had my hair colored Monday and I’m a strong believer that if you get dyed or toned, you should wait at least 48 hours to wash your hair (not critical if you’re going blonde/lighter).

This will be another stressful week at the office, but I’m not going to let it set me back this time.

And hopefully by my Friday weigh-in, I will have come down to the low 240s once again.  Sigh…

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Get Over It

So, I wrote that post this morning and spent the day feeling sorry for myself.  This is sort of normal for me – realize today what I must do tomorrow, as opposed to now.  Friday was a blow, and this morning, it was tough to confess my weight loss sins.  And while tomorrow is a new day, I feel the need to do something RIGHT NOW.

Whatever you’re doing at the moment, if you’re feeling like a couch potato or like a blob, go put on some spandex and get moving.  Now.  I’m heading to the gym myself, inspired by Extreme Makeover Weight Loss Edition, and contestant Jacqui, who works out 2+ hours a day, 6 days a week.  She lost 90 lbs in 90 days (355 to 263).  And her 2nd phase goal was 50 lobs – 263 to 213 in 3 months.

So inspiring.

So, heading to the gym.  Right. Now.

Goals today:

1 hour on the elliptical
500 min. calories burned
120 crunches
Jump on that little platform thing once.

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23_

23.  These are the first two numbers I would like to see on the scale very soon.  I don’t even care what the third number is, or the number after the decimal.  All I want is a two, followed by a three.

I have been stuck in the 240s for what feels like eons.  I finally broke into the low 240s on my short-lived experience with MyFitFoods, and the weight has stayed off.  But, I’m ready for a new 10-pound range.  For reals.

So, I’ve been mindful (somewhat).  Ugh, I know, “somewhat.”  I have been, um, 90% good and 10% bad.  That aint bad, right?  I mindlessly had a candy bar.  Well, I knew what I was doing at the time, but when i came across the wrapper in my purse, I thought “when in the world did I last have a Twix?”

“Um, two days ago.  You bought it at Home Depot.”

“Oh.  Right.”

STILL, 23.  I’m like 241 and change right now and I cannot wait to see that little 3 peek at me from between my toes.  It may not happen for my Friday update, but I’m really, really hoping for it by next week.  I have been working out like a fiend (well, with unexpected time from work off, that is).  And, I’ve been eating less; I’m sure of it.  With the financial cuts to my budget, I’ve been very careful to plow through my cupboard, and only buy things at the store that supplement that (for instance, my cupboard has uncooked pasta, so buying the stuff for sauce, and by “stuff,” I mean a jar of sauce, is allowed).  I can also get fruits, veggies and milk.  Instead of the $1 per day Greek yogurt, I’m now having regular stuff to appease that sweet tooth I get around 8pm.  And, I’m finally eating the jello I bought I don’t know how long ago (well, I do, but I don’t wanna say!).

And by the way, cupboard is a weird word.  I may only be saying so because I didn’t know how to spell it until just now, and therefore may be biased.

Two thirties.  I recall being exactly 230 lbs the day I moved to Los Angeles in September 2005.  I lost a bunch of weight while in LA (South Beach), but I remember seeing that number and being shocked.  SHOCKED. at how much I weighed.  By the time I left, I was closer to 210, but then quickly entered a relationship that ended badly, and with a 40 (yes 40) pound gain that I’m still trying to lose 6 years later.

I have post-its up at the office, and intentions to put up little messages around my apartment to encourage me.  I chant in my head every five minutes “two-three-oh, two-three-oh” (ok, this part is a lie).

In my head, 230s mean that I’m past the 240s (duh), but on my way to the 220s, and I think size 16.  I’ll have to think long and hard about the last time I was a size 16.  Hrm…..

Send prayers or good vibes or whatever you belief system does my way, if you don’t mind.  I would greatly appreciate it!

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Shorts

Me and shorts – we go way back.  From the itty bitty ones I wore as a kid, to the white shorts I thought I could never wear once I started my “lady” days, the Umbros I wore in 4th grade, the plaid J.Crew ones I squeezed into in high school – I spent my pre-college days in shorts.

And then it hit me.  The bumps.  The cottage cheese.  The dimples.  It was the dreaded cellulite that is seemingly impossible to get rid of.  You see tiny-in-the-waist ladies with it and think, “If she has it at size 2, I have no hope!”

And so, around college, I gave up on shorts for the most part.  I still had some to work out in of course, and some to float down the river in (because heavens to betsy, nobody was seeing my rear end in a swim suit).  And, before I knew it, I had none.

Then two summers ago,  I moved from Chicago to Corpus Christi.  It was as hot as the dickens (from what I’d grown accustom to in Chicago, anyways), and I had to do something about it.  And so into Avenue I marched, on a hunt for skirts and, you guessed it, shorts.  I found ONE pair, slightly too big in a size 24, but marked down because they were missing a belt loop.  I looked and felt terrible in them.  They were frumpy, too long for me, and ill-fitting. Only recently did I give them to a church rummage sale and realized I had no non-athletic shorts to speak of.

It’s completely possible I’m over shorts.  My thighs are quite large at any weight, and there does not seem to be any length of short that meets the criteria of (a) covering the cellulite, (b) not making me look shorter than I am (5’4″) (c) being on-trend or at least modern and (d) are comfortable.

Stacy and Clinton once told ladies my age that skirts were the new shorts.  Since this logic closely aligned with what I was doing anyway, I bought into it.  But, I have to say, I’m looking forward to looking good in shorts one day soon.  I’ve seen some really good options on other people (not in plus size departments, sadly).  I’m just SO sick of wearing jeans to casual functions or volunteer events that involve being outside in the summer, or wearing skirts to functions where I might need to sit on the ground or be active.

Until that day, shorts will remain on my wishlist.

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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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Nutritionist and Chiropractor

I have made a difficult decision to discontinue seeing my nutritionist.  After two appointments (at $60 each, no less), I felt that the education I had hoped to gain by seeing her just wasn’t there.

Granted, the fundamentals of nutrition and weight loss were there (e.g., calories-in/calories-out, low sodium, and appropriate amounts of carbs), I just felt there was more technical information I had hoped to gain.  What do I mean?  I’m not sure.

After my first appointment, I felt pretty “meh” about the experience.  I had hoped that it was just the standard first-timers visit that lacked luster.  After all, I really didn’t get any new information (though I will attribute SOME value to a professional confirming what I already know/thought).  The second visit I thought would get more detailed.  Again, not really sure what, exactly, but I thought there might be more specific info on supplements (e.g., Fish Oil), or specific foods.

I was not looking for some miraculous speed pass to weight loss, trust me.  I just felt there should be more science to it.

Here is how my 2nd appointment went down:

1.) I shared with her two weeks of my calorie tracking, including information on carbs, fats, protein and sodium.

2.) She expressed impression

3.) She says “Ah ha! I think I see a pattern” (smirks with knowledge I supposedly don’t have)

4.) She confirms that I am having one sweet a day (such as a milky way fun size, or a Cadburry egg)

5.) I confirm that I have one candy a day (or a Starbucks, or something else)

6.) She tells me to keep it to one sweet per day (umm, as you see in my records, and as I’ve just told you, that’s what I do…)

7.) She points out that a few of my meals are carb heavy even though the calories were reasonable (ok, this ONE tidbit was new…)  We talked about how meals should be 30-45 carbs, and snacks should be 15-30 carbs).

8.) As she continues to review my food journal, she asks ME what I think my biggest problem is.  Dinner I say.  She agrees. This is actually where I start taking issue.  Maybe she would have pointed this out anyway, but it’s like going to a doctor with a sore throat and her asking “What do you think the problem is?” Me: “Strep throat.” Doctor: “That’s just what I was thinking!”

9.) I share with her a print out of a meal plan.  It has 7 days of meals planned out and then the associated grocery list.  Nutritionist: “Where did you get this?”  Me: “I made it.  I do this often.”  Nutritionist: “Wow!”  This strikes me as odd, too, because what I’m showing her is practically something I would have expected her to provide to me.

10.) We weigh in.  2 pounds lost in 2 months (yeah, the February/March plateau).  She suggests I come back in 4 months, to which I think, “What for?”

I did make the appointment, but at $60, I just feel I should be getting more.  Everything she has told me has come from a book I’ve already read at some point.  It is info I have already known.  Sure, having a medical professional reiterate it face-to-face makes a difference, but not a $60 difference.

I decided to pull the plug after talking to my Chiropractor.  Now, I LOVE my Chiro.  She’s my ultimate source of natural health and healing information. Without being preachy, she’s expressed her distaste for antibiotics, gotten me on fish oil, shown me stretches to help with my hip and knee pain, and commiserated with me when I hated my physical therapist.  Here is how my last appointment with HER went:

1.) Me: I had to go to another chiro last week because you were booked and I was in pain.  He was awful.  Here’s what’s wrong: ever since I saw him, I have numbness along the outside of my right thigh from time to time.  I saw him because my left hip has really be bugging me since I hurt it playing tennis, and it’s just been getting worse (despite seeing him).  Also, my left ankle/heel has been really tight.  He adjusted it, but it doesn’t feel better.

2.) Her: You poor thing!  Where do (all those things) hurt, exactly, and when do they hurt most? What’s the pain level.  How is your neck?  Hmmm.  Do you have any ear aches?

3.) Me: Yes!!!  I thought I was getting sick!

4.) Her: And what about headaches?

5.) Yes!  I’ve been having a weird headache throughout the right lobe of my brain.  Usually they are on the surface, but this was was IN my head.

6.) She works on my body.  For my left heel, she does some deep tissue work in my left calf, which was painful at the time, but it no longer feels like it needs to be stretched.  For my hip(s), she massaged my butt and worked out some of the really tight knots in there (again, ouch at the time).  She adjusted my back, then worked on my neck.

7.) The results: headaches – gone.  Earache – gone.  Ankle/heel pain – gone.  Hip(s) – still on the mend but better.

8.) We talked about stretches, particularly for my front left hip.  I am convinced that stretching that muscle is particularly difficult anyways, and more so when you have fat that prevents you from what would otherwise be your full range of motion.  Think about doing the splits at 240+ pounds.  Your muscles may have the flexibility, but your butt fat on that back leg will simply be in the way.

Anyways, without meaning to, the Chiro convinced me to quit my Nutritionist.  She assured me there is more science to nutrition and that my nutritionist just maybe isn’t all that good.

And so, with that, I cancelled my last appointment and am now nutritonistless.  For the price my insurance charges, I think I’m done with nutritionists for now.  I will rely on books and magazines that site nutritionists for that sciency info I hoped to get from the nutritionist, and continue my calories in, calories out, plan that’s been working for me.

 

 

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