Working on Motivation, Exercise

I’ve been listening to Tony Robbins lately. Not just for weight loss but for other areas of my life as well. He’s really quite inspirational. He’s saying in order to make permanent changes, we need to get “disturbed” about where we are and work on changing our belief system, that something isn’t “that bad”. It’s about getting totally honest with yourself instead of pussy footing around the adjectives. Yes, 50 pounds overweight is that bad. Yes when I look at myself naked in the mirror it is disturbing. Yes my ass is fat whether in or out of those jeans. LOL.

My mother has been in ICU the last 3 weeks, so the only exercise I’m getting is walking to her room, but I am taking total advantage of it. I walk briskly to get my heart rate up. It’s a fair distance from one end of the parking lot to her room in ICU so it’s sort of like “heart training” and I do it at least 3 times per day. Now I just hope all those health gurus are right when they say 3 ten minute walks are as good as one 30 minute walk. Today I will be adding on walking from my house at least once. I’m actually fairly close and so have decided there really is no excuse.


I’m Pretty Excited!

My daughters

My daughters

I’ve written here before about my oldest daughter going vegetarian. I really thought it was an ok idea as I know she’s not real big on fruits and veggies and I thought it would help her to eat more of the right things. Unfortunately she’s much too much like me and you can still eat a lot of the wrong things even going vegetarian, without any of them involving meat.(Bread, desserts, pasta with alfredo sauce).

She has a few health issues and she’s only 26. I bought both of us a new book by a Dr. Mark Hyman about healthier eating. He’s done some fabulous work with food and depression, food and autism, etc. He’s been on Martha Stuart and done some work with Oprah’s Dr. Oz, so he doesn’t appear to be some crackpot. When she was up here the other day, I gave it to her. She thumbed through it and was really interested. Score! Usually I give her self-help stuff and she’s not very interested.

While she was here, we also discussed the fact we had about the same amount of weight to lose (about 50 lbs). So I counted out 25 weeks, figuring for July 11, 2009 and we set that as a target date. We also decided we should have something to work towards as a reward.

When it comes to traveling there really aren’t that many places I would like to go (pretty crazy considering I’m a travel agent). She has never been to Hawaii, which is one place I would love to go back to, and she had a crappy time in New Orleans when she went with a girlfriend, which I would love to go back there also. So we  are on a quest to decide what our reward will be at the end of this.

The other morning she called and had actually gone to the gym. She’s had a membership for I don’t know how long, but only been a couple of times. I just hope she keeps it up. Her work schedule varies so I told her the same thing I wrote about here, that if she gets in the routine of going shortly after she gets up, it really wouldn’t matter what time that was. She belongs to a gym like I do that has restricted hours so it’s definitely going to take some scheduling and some effort, but she can do it. On days she has to be to work at 7 am, she’ll have to go after work, which is ok but it does screw up the regular routine a bit. The trick is on those days is to have everything with you and point the car to the gym instead of towards home.

I’m so happy she has decided to do this with me. It’s nice to have her back to where we can encourage each other. When we went to WW together before, we both did really well and she was so much happier with herself. It’s just a shame we’re both so damn self destructive. LOL.

It’s A “Chocolate” Time of Year

Important: For anyone who hasn’t seen it yet, Lean Cuisine is recalling 900,000 lbs. of their different chicken dinners. Evidently some people have found bits of hard blue plastic in their frozen dinners.  You can get more info by calling the Nestle Company at 1-800-227-6188. They probably have which ones up on their website also, if not at the Nestle site, then at the Lean Cuisine site.

Now that I’ve done my “Public Service Announcement” LOL, I’ll get on with my topic.

From a bit before Halloween, right up threw drinking shots out of chocolate “bottles” for New Year’s, there is chocolate every where! I was so happy when they came out with the results of studies showing dark chocolate was actually healthy for you. What a great excuse for dieters! What do I care that 80% of the studies were conducted by Mars, the big candy maker? A study is a study. LOL. (So if it had been bad for you, would they still let the results be known or would they just keep quiet about doing any studies at all? No conflict of interest there).

The word is out. Most people close to me know I’m trying to lose weight, so don’t buy me candy at all, but if you’re like my passive aggressive  

Ghiradelli Ribbon Gift

Ghiradelli Ribbon Gift

boyfriend who doesn’t like “fat chicks” but insists on buying me chocolate, then make it dark so I can at least be a “healthier fat chick”.

According to the studies, the dark chocolate has no added milk fat along with having healthy flavonoids (the same stuff that makes red wine healthy). I drink a lot of red wine and eat a chocolate now and then, I can’t understand why I’m not the “picture” of health.  Supposedly, altho it doesn’t have the fiber and vitamins, dark chocolate has 70% more flavonoids than apples! That’s a pretty big plus.

I keep a stash of chocolate in the bottom of my freezer. I have a bag of milk chocolate that I share with people who just want a piece of chocolate, and then I have the dark chocolate underneath. When I get hit by a chocolate craving, I just grab a piece from down below and that’s usually enough to satisfy me, so the See’s candy, etc. that floats around at Christmas and people bring to Thanksgiving, don’t really intimidate me too much anymore.

I thought this was pretty cool. According to Healthnet, there is the growing evidence that chocolate is a mood enhancer. Chocolate contains as many as 400 different compounds that promote a better mood and alleviate anxiety, which helps to explain why so many people experience cravings for it. Serotonin, endorphins and phenylethylamine are all found in chocolate and can lift the mood; it also contains the stimulants caffeine and theobromine, and the amphetamine-like compounds tyramine and phenyletylamine. So if you’re feeling a little out-of-sorts or depressed it looks like dark chocolate is the perfect answer. Didn’t we women always know that?

Just remember to enjoy it in moderation, just like everything else we dieters have to do concerning food.

Ain’t No Fat Chick Sleeping In My Bed

When I was first getting to know the BF, that was one of his favorite lines. Then we went to a dinner party with a bunch of his friends and ended up sitting right across from one of his ex’s. I had known her previously, I just didn’t know she had lived with him. One of the first things he said to me was “she wasn’t heavy like that when I was with her”. I wasn’t exactly skinny at the time so I guess that’s why I kind of overlooked those statements. Originally when he said his famous line above, I said “watch it, I resemble that remark”. He didn’t argue.

Our love life has never been great unless I initiated it, but now that I’ve gotten heavy from not working outside the home, it’s non-existant. I lost 50 lbs. once thinking that would change things, but it turned out the problem was not my weight but a personality quirk in him (my other blog). I used to say “You’ll be able to tell people “we went together when she was fat” instead of the other way around”.

When I lost all that weight and it didn’t produce the results I was looking for, my weight started inching back up even before I closed the business. That’s what’s wrong with losing weight for someone else instead of for health or a change in lifestyle, etc. If things don’t happen the way you think they should, you have a tendency to lose interest.

Now I am interested in losing for myself, which has been much slower and not as motivated, but it will last longer when I get there. Meanwhile, the BF has been off work for about a month now, and guess who’s growing quite the pot? Yep, I noticed the other day that his little “beer belly” had started to blow up a little and his butt’s starting to spread. Instead of getting caught up on yard work or any of the other chores (projects) around the house, he basically sits and watches sports shows all day on TV and he isn’t getting any exercise now either. I don’t know how he feels about that yet. I probably won’t be able to keep quiet too much longer before I’ll have to ask.

This is terrible of me, but I have to say I do take kind of a sick, quiet pleasure in the revenge. I had an ex-husband that used to say awful things about anyone he saw that was heavy because he had lost a ton of weight. He was one of those that figured if he could do it, nobody had any excuse good enough. I used to tell him those cracks were going to be back to haunt him some day, and sure enough…he’s old, bald and fat now too. LOL.

Some Rules Are Just Meant To Be Broken…

And that’s probably why I’m still fat. LOL.

This weekend was an art and wine festival in a small town about 20 min. north of us. I used to love those things, and I still do because of the unique items you can find that you can’t find anywhere else. I always end up finding some thing that I just have to have that costs way to much, but I know I’ll never see another one. This year I didn’t visit many booths having to watch the pocketbook a little closer than usual (or maybe I’ve just grown a little more responsible). With the BF getting laid off about 3 weeks ago, I’m a little pickier on where and how I spend “our” money.

I belong to the Eagles auxiliary, which for those of you who don’t know, they’re an organization like the Moose, or the Elks, and they always have a “women of the” side. On festival weekends that are held downtown like the Art and Wine Festival, one of my girlfriends makes homemade corndogs and polish corndogs, and sells them to raise money for the club. I don’t know what batter she uses, but it is delicious and worth every cent (they’re up to $2.50 and $3.50 ea. now). She really has it down to an “art”.

When I had the bar I always knew when the festivals were taking place, and always ordered a couple dozen for the bar. I’ve been closed for a year and a half now so a lot of times I don’t realize when a festival is going on. It’s been longer than that since I’ve had one of her corndogs. Needless to say, I called up and ordered a dozen for home. There’s six of us, so figuring 2 per person… I definitely got my share. One filled me, so I waited awhile and went back for the second one.

According to the nutrition tracker I use, I could only find info on Farmer John Jumbo Corndogs, but it’s probably close enough for government work. Each one is at least 270 calories, 15 grams of fat, and 22 carbs. For me, this is x2. It’s a good thing they only come around once in awhile. I use to go to Weinershnitzel and they had corndogs cheap, but it was never a problem for me. These I just can’t resist. Luckily the only other thing I had to eat yesterday was some home made macaroni salad, which isn’t good either, but I was still under my daily goal, even with the 3 vodka waters I had at the festival. LOL

A Tip On How To Manage Cravings…

Yesterday while watching “The View” (I don’t really watch. I have it on while I’m working) a guest of theirs was a guy who specializes in tea. It caught my attention because he was calling what he was talking about “The Tea Diet”. At first I thought “yeah, yeah”, but he started talking about teas and was actually saying some things I hadn’t known.

He says all tea is tea. It’s supposedly just a matter of processing what color it is. White tea is the least processed with the least caffeine, then green, etc.  That in itself was interesting to me, because I thought all those teas came from different plants.

Here’s the good part. He had flavored teas on the show that were named “Candy Bar” “Chocolate Chip Cookie” etc. The girls were going along behind him tasting them and actually gave good reactions. What he was saying was

  1. Drink tea instead of coffee in the morning for added benefits (I’ve tried this one. Can’t do it).
  2. When you have a craving for a candy bar or a cookie, reach for the flavored tea instead.

You’re getting the taste you’re craving without the calories plus the added benefit of all the antioxidants that are so good for you. I think this is a great idea, and I can see how this could work. I know I have switched to diet green tea with ginseng and it is sweet, which for me has taken some getting used to. I drink my tea and coffee both without any sweetener at all.

My problem with this would be my need to actually chew. They say that gum can cure that, but I’m not sure I would want to chew gum while I’m drinking a flavored tea. Sometimes I just feel the need to “pick”. I usually keep a portion of honeynut cheerios or something like that handy so I don’t chomp on chips or something like that.

I’m thinking I might try a couple of these teas and see just how good of an idea it is. Maybe if I’m getting the flavor, I won’t need to have something chewy. If it works, it could be very beneficial. I’ll have to let you know after my “experiment”.

Bathing Suit Time…I Hate It!

I was going to write about something else today, but came across this in my inbox. I don’t know who wrote it, I wish I did. I would gladly give her credit for expressing so well how I feel.

When I was a child in the 1960s the bathing suit for the mature figure was boned, trussed and reinforced, not so much sewn as engineered. They were built to hold back and uplift and they did a good job.

Today’s stretch fabrics are designed for the prepubescent girl with a figure carved from a potato chip.

The mature woman has a choice-she can either go up front to the maternity department and try on a floral suit with a skirt, coming away looking like a hippopotamus who escaped from Disney’s Fantasia or she can wander around every run of the mill department store trying to make a sensible choice from what amounts to a designer range of florescent rubber bands.

What choice did I have? I wandered around, made my sensible choice and entered the chamber of horrors known as the fitting room.

The first thing I noticed was the extraordinary tensile strength of the stretch material. The Lycra used in bathing costumes was developed, I believe, by NASA to launch small rockets from a slingshot, which give the added bonus that if you manage to actually lever yourself into one, you are protected from shark attacks as any shark taking a swipe at your passing midriff would immediately suffer whiplash. I fought my way into the bathing suit, but as I twanged the shoulder strap in place, I gasped in horror – my boobs had disappeared!

Eventually, I found one boob cowering under my left armpit. It took a while to find the other. At last I located it flattened beside my seventh rib.

The problem is that modern bathing suits have no bra cups. The mature woman is meant to wear her boobs spread across her chest like a speed bump. I realigned my speed bump and lurched toward the mirror to take a full view assessment.

The bathing suit fit all right, but unfortunately it only fit those bits of me willing to stay inside it. The rest of me oozed out rebelliously from top, bottom, and sides. I looked like a lump of play dough wearing undersized cling wrap.

As I tried to work out where all those extra bits had come from, the prepubescent sales girl popped her head through the curtain, ‘Oh, there you are,’ she said, admiring the bathing suit.

I replied that I wasn’t so sure and asked what else she had to show me. I tried on a cream crinkled one that made me look like a lump of masking tape, and a floral two piece which gave the appearance of an over sized napkin in a serving ring.

I struggled into a pair of leopard skin bathers with ragged frills and came out looking like Tarzan’s Jane, pregnant with triplets and having a rough day.

I tried on a black number with a midriff and looked like a jellyfish in mourning.

I tried on a bright pink pair with such a high cut leg I thought I would have to wax my eyebrows to wear them.

Finally, I found a suit that fit…a two-piece affair with a shorts style bottom and a loose blouse-type top.

It was cheap, comfortable, and bulge-friendly, so I bought it. My ridiculous search had a successful outcome, I figured. When I got home, I found a label which read — ‘Material might become transparent in water.’

So, if you happen to be on the beach or near any other body of water this year and I’m there too I’ll be the one in cut off jeans and a t-shirt!