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It’s the Small Victories

The thing about weight loss and a healthier lifestyle is we all want results yesterday. For all of diet time, we’ve been taught that the more calories you cut and burn, the more drastic the changes, the quicker the pounds will fall right off.

If only that were true… There is SO much more to it than that. It is not as simple as burn more, eat less, lose more. First, your body needs a certain number of calories everyday in order to perform the basic functions that it needs to perform. Under the supervision of a doctor or nutritionist, less calories can be consumed but it is important to be supervised so you know what foods to eat when. Otherwise, you may find the opposite of weight loss if you are not getting enough.

So the original point of my post, before I saw a squirrel and started jumping all over the place, is sometimes making one small change here and there can add up to big results. Something as simple as changing from creamer in your coffee in the morning to milk, or a couple more bottle of water.

So here are some of the small changes I’ve made over the last couple of weeks that may not have showed on the scale yet, but they have helped me to inspire myself to keep going.

First: WATER! I’m so horrible at drinking water. I’m sure if you look back through my blogs, you will see me make mention of this. I probably spend 99.9% of my time in some state of dehydration. I’m not really a soda or a juice drinker either. So what do I drink? Nothing… I might have a can of Diet Pepsi, maybe a half a bottle of water (mostly on the days I teach Zumba) and I may have a glass of milk with dinner or (let’s be real here) with cookies after dinner. This past 2 weeks, I have made water a no excuses, no choice option. I may not be drinking all that I am supposed to (did you know you are supposed to be drinking half your body weight in ounces?!) but I am drinking a TON more than I was.

Here is how I’m doing it. First thing in the morning, before I allow myself a cup of coffee, I force myself to drink a bottle of water. Right now I’m on 16 ounce bottles, but hoping to graduate eventually to 20. Next, when I want a snack (which is often) I force myself to drink another bottle of water. I know a bottle sounds drastic but because of how much I hate drinking water, it lets me off the hook for a while when I drink the whole bottle at once. I really just want to get it over with. Same with before a meal.

This has not only resulted in getting the minimum of 64 ounces a day (I’ve already had 48 today and it’s only 2) but it has also helped me to cut back on snacking. I know that sometimes when you think you are hungry you are actually thirsty but I never really believed that until now. It has made it so much easier to stay on track with my Weight Watchers points and I know my hair and skin will thank me eventually as well.

Second: PREPARATION! It is that time of year where being prepared every where you go is key. There is literally, food on every counter and corner, and it’s not fruit and veggies, we’re talking candy and cookies. I’m not usually much of a candy and cookies kind of girl unless I’m trying not to eat them, which of course, right now means I want all the cookies and ALL the candy. If I’m prepared and can account for it before I’m over my points budget or plan a way to keep myself from partaking, I’m in so much better of a situation than just asking myself for forgiveness later.

Here’s some examples. I knew there was going to be cake and pizza at my nephews birthday party. I tracked a piece of pizza before I left home, and brought gum with me. When I got there, I went straight for the goodies that I knew the points value of and had some of those first. I had 1 piece of pizza and then popped a piece of gum. Pizza and cinnamon do not make a yummy combo, trust me, I have tried. This past weekend, my son had a cast party for his school play. Again, pizza and cake. This time, I had my husband bring me baked chicken and corn. I allowed myself the topping off of 1 slice of pizza (the topping is my favorite part) and then I ate my chicken and I did not leave hating life and completely unlunch satisfied.

There are times we cannot plan and prepare for i.e. this morning when my refrigerator was bare if you ignored everything for Thanksgiving. I tossed back my bottle of water and my coffee and treated myself to pepperoni for breakfast. May not have been the healthiest, but it was better than stopping at McDonald’s, right? It is all about decisions and balance. We are human being after all and one small change is so much better than no change at all.

 
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Posted by on November 25, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

Why I Shouldn’t Weigh Every Day

So most of us know what we should pick one day a week as our weigh in day. I only track my weight once a week, however, I am one of those people that wakes up everyday and goes straight to the scale. While that worked fine for me at 150 pounds, it’s proving to be an awful idea at 250. I know I’m not the only woman who can gain a pound simply by looking at a cookie. I know I am not the only one who can jump 2 pounds because I drank one less glass of water. I have stayed within my Weight Watchers point range with laser focus since last Tuesday. I have not gone over or under by 1 point in a week and a half.

Those first few days back on program the battery in my scale was dead. I weighed in for the first time at my in-law’s on a Tuesday and didn’t get batteries for my scale until Sunday. I was so excited when I stepped on the scale on Monday morning and found I was down over 8 pounds! Of course when I woke up on Tuesday I had to weigh as well. That morning I was down 2 more pounds for a total of 10. Then came Wednesday, my actual weigh in day. I was down only 8 pounds. Wait… why did I say only? I WAS DOWN 8 POUNDS!! But instead of being excited, as I should have been, I was disappointed and wondering what in the world caused me to be up 2 pounds from the day before.

So what did I do this morning? Of course I ran back downstairs and hopped on the scale thinking surely yesterday’s weigh in was a fluke. It must have been too much sodium or something, right? Wrong! It was up another .8 pounds! I mean, in the grand scheme, what is .8 pounds? But when you are laser focused and doing everything right, weighing and measuring, counting every bite; that .8 pounds is extremely frustrating and has caused me to spend my whole morning on a dangerous train of thought.

What if the fluke was those 8 pounds I lost not the couple that came back? What if it keeps going up when I’m continuing to do everything right? Why aren’t I eating the really yummy stuff if I’m just going to gain anyway? What if? What if? What if? I can feel that familiar doubt and frustration setting in. The doubt and frustration that has given me an excuse to throw in the towel and give up after not really ever trying in the first place.

If I wasn’t weighing everyday, I wouldn’t have any idea about the 8 pounds that a day before were 10, I wouldn’t know about the .8, I would just be excited to be seeing results and working towards the next week. When I stepped on the scale on my weigh in day I would only have to face 1 victory or defeat, instead of maybe 1 victory and 6 defeats. I could be up everyday between now and Wednesday, but by Wednesday be down.

So you know what I’m going to do tomorrow morning? Well, let’s be honest, I’m probably going to rush down to the scale… and then maybe I’ll have my husband hide it on me until Wednesday morning.

 
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Posted by on November 21, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

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I don’t Want to Walk About it

It has been 3 years since I last posted on this blog. 3 YEARS!!! I can sum up my health and my weight in one simple sentence; I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to talk about the times I have restarted and given up. I don’t want to talk about the fact that here I am, starting yet again, only this time at nearly the same weight that I started. I don’t want to talk about that 103 pounds that have found their way back on to my body. I don’t want to talk about the excuses I’ve made, the many Monday’s I promised myself I would start over on and didn’t. I don’t want to talk about my pants size or the fact that I have donated most of my size 4’s and replaced them instead with 18’s. I don’t want to talk about the defeat I have felt when I’ve looked in the mirror or stood naked in the shower. I don’t want to talk about the number of times I visited a drive thru in the past 3 years. I don’t want to talk about the number of times by babies, especially my impressionable little girl have heard me call myself fat. I can’t stand to think about the years where I have simply given up, let alone put them into words out loud or in this post. I don’t want to talk about it, so I won’t.

What I will talk about is that I’m here, again. I am starting over. I will not allow myself to continue in this place of sadness, shame and food.

I can’t keep pretending I will start again tomorrow. The more tomorrow’s fly by, the harder it is to start again, the more my health suffers and the greater the odds are that I will leave my beautiful babies motherless and an amazing man a widow because I was not will to stop; stop making excuses; stop filling my body with things that are only killing me. I have been killing myself for the last 3 years, and that is something I don’t want to talk about.

 
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Posted by on November 20, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

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