tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998012250428412152024-02-07T08:50:12.846-05:00Trimming The FatAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-63607404217563575802015-05-30T16:19:00.001-04:002015-06-01T23:16:31.612-04:00Crime and Punishment <span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> I've never been a person who enjoys exercise. I still don't. At best I look at exercising as a chore. I'm coming to terms with the fact that exercise is necessary not only for weigh loss, but for overall health--and I'm getting my ass off the couch and making healthy lifestyle changes. However, I'll be honest with you--I'm still not a fan. What I am a fan of is food. I've never been a picky eater. I like to try new things, and at the same time find comfort in my old favorites. I'm having to learn portion control. I'm having to learn how to say no to instant gratification. And you know what--- it's hard to do. I'm a true believer that much of the battle for weight loss fought in our mind. Shedding pounds isn't just about changing your eating habits or your exercise routine. It is about changing your mindset. That my friends, just might be the most difficult aspect of it all. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> One thing I'm struggling with right now is changing my mind set regarding the balance between food and exercise. I know that the secret to losing weight is burning more calories than you consume. Simple math folks. Calories in vs. calories out. What I'm struggling with is a punitive mentality. I have to stop the thought process that tells me that when I eat something "bad" I deserve to be "punished"--if I do the crime (eat something high in calories) I have to do the time (exercise). I've got to realize that eating a enchilada is not a capital offense. If I over indulge in tortilla chips on occasion, I don't have to sentence myself to two hours of hard labor on the treadmill. (Can ya'll tell what I had for dinner last night?) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> This kind of thinking is not healthy. Quite honestly, it is the kind of thinking that fuels anorexia and bulimia--and that is scary. Although I honestly don't think I'm in danger of succumbing to an eating disorder, I do realize that I'm never going to learn to enjoy exercise if I just look at it as doing penance. If I berate myself every time I make a trip to the Mexican restaurant I won't enjoy what I'm eating, and I'll resent my next workout. This is the opposite of productive. I shouldn't be living my life like a character in some bleak </span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 1.3;">Dostoyevsky novel. Eating and exercise are not </span><span style="line-height: 20px;">synonymous</span><span style="line-height: 1.3;"> with </span><span style="line-height: 20px;">crime and punishment.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 1.3;"> I think a more productive way to look at balancing calories in vs. calories out is to think about it in terms of debits and credits. Here's an analogy. If I charge X amount on my credit card, I'm eventually going to have to pay that same amount off. It is the same with eating. If I eat X amount of calories, I'm going to have to burn that amount or more off by exercising. If you over spend, or overeat, there are consequences. That's why it is important to budget. Budgeting, whether with our money or with food, helps us make wise choices and avoid </span><span style="line-height: 20px;">impulsive decisions. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"> Another part of losing the crime and punishment mentality is looking at all of the benefits I get from exercise. This might not help me enjoy it any more, but it does build my incentive. I can feel my stamina increasing. </span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;">I know my heart and lungs are getting stronger.</span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"> Walking a mile used to seem unattainable. Now, I can routinely run/walk three or more. </span></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">Daily activities </span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;">that once caused me to become winded</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;"> such as climbing stairs or walking through the mall are no longer physically taxing.</span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"> Another thing that build incentive is the fact that I can feel my muscles getting tighter and more toned. While I'm still not totally satisfied with my refection, my changing physique makes me like the person in the mirror a hell of a lot more. Also, I now understand what people are talking about when they say they feel good after they exercise. I may not feel fantastic while I'm sweating it out, but I sure do feel better afterward. I feel more alive while I'm awake, and I sleep so much better at night. </span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;">These are all things to celebrate! </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;"> I won't tell you that changing my mindset is easy. It is challenging to overcome years of negative thinking. These old habits die hard. But, I will tell you, just like losing the weight, changing my thinking is doable. 100 pounds ago, I never thought I'd be where I am today. I've just got to keep believing and sending positive messages to myself all the while pushing the negativity back where it belongs. </span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-26698745792887830692015-05-24T22:11:00.002-04:002015-06-01T23:19:11.906-04:00Praise Jesus, I'm Overweight! <span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> I'm so excited I could almost burst! I could shout it from the rooftops! I'm overweight, I'm overweight, I'm overweight! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> Now, some of you who are reading may be a bit confused. Anyone who reads my blog knows that I've been working my ass off (literally and figuratively) to shed those damn extra pounds. But, let me enlighten you…and tell you why I'm so ecstatic. Today, I moved down a category on the BMI chart. Today folks, I became official promoted from "obese" to merely "overweight." And, let me tell you…it feels damn good! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> For anyone who doesn't know, BMI stand for Body Mass Index. According to the CDC, <span style="background-color: white; line-height: 15.960000038146973px;">Body Mass Index (BMI) is a person's weight in kilograms divided by the square of height in meters. An adult with a BMI between 19 and 24 is considered within the normal range. BMI's between 25 and 29 are considered "overweight." A BMI between 30 and 40 puts one in the "obese" category, and anything above 40 is considered "extremely obese." Here is an easy reference chart for determining BMI. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> I'll get real with you. I've been in the "red zone"--and it isn't fun. Being able to move from the orange zone to the yellow--well, that feeling is priceless. Not only do I feel better physically and emotionally, but dropping the "obese" label gives me courage. It gives me the push I need to be able to stay the course. I'm less than 30 pounds from normal. I can do this! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> For a while now, I've been able to see some pretty significant changes in the way my body feels and moves--and that is motivating as well. I see my legs and waist shrinking. I can contort my body in ways that I haven't been able to in years. Okay, get your minds out the gutter. I'm talking about being able to cross my legs or being able to clasp my knees with my arms--its the little things. Nothing in the plus size department remotely fits anymore--no tears over that one I can assure you. I can actually see my collar bone! I feel good after I exercise--not like I'm going to keel over. As wonderful as those changes have been, I can't imagine what I'm going to feel like when I make it all the way to a normal weight for my height.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> I think the best part about reaching this milestone is the feeling of accomplishment that comes with it. I feel like a million bucks because I've worked hard to achieve it. I haven't given up. I haven't thrown in the towel. I've rolled with the punches when I pack on those extra few pounds one week out the month--although I will admit I still get a little panicked each time--even though I know in my head I'm just bloated. </span></div>
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I want everyone I know to earn this shirt. I want everyone to feel the kind of joy and sense of accomplishment I'm experiencing right now--because regardless of how much blood, sweat and tears it takes, this feeling is SO DAMN WORTH IT! </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-37269835392176526372015-05-09T22:57:00.001-04:002015-06-01T23:21:17.286-04:00Learning to Love My Legs Everyone has a body part they dislike. Plastic surgeons make a mint off the fact that women crave bigger perkier breasts, and smaller shapelier noses. For me, though, the most loathsome part of my body has always been my legs. If had a magic wand, and could change just one thing about myself, I'd wave it over my thighs and command the cellulite and saddle bags to disappear. <br />
I've hated my legs as long as I can remember. Along about middle school, perhaps even as early as fifth grade, I came to the realization that my legs were out of proportion with the rest of my body. I can remember very distinctly, looking in the mirror and being acutely aware that my thighs didn't look like some of the other girls. As soon as I was old enough to know the word cellulite, I began seeing it take up residence on my upper legs--and this realization killed me! In high school, I remember fantasizing about saving my money so I could afford to have liposuction. I'd look at other girls, with their sleek, taunt upper legs and wonder why my legs couldn't look like that. I coveted a "thigh gap" before it was popular. The thing is, my hatred of my legs started well before I was even seriously overweight. <br />
As I got older and packed on more and more pounds, I continued to focus most of my body hatred on my lower region. To this day, even after torching damn near 100 pound, when I looked in the mirror all I see is a fat ass and thunder thighs. I see dimpled blobs of flab exacerbated by the fact that not only are my thighs chunky, they are also glaringly white--seriously, sometimes I think I can't catch a break. I won't wear white or khaki pants because I'm deathly afraid that these light colors draw attention to this problem area (Plus, with my skin tone, I'm convinced that khaki makes me look naked). <br />
Here's the thing though. Even though my legs will probably never be my favorite part of my body, I've got to start seeing them in a different light. Just like breasts don't exists solely to be ogled at, neither do legs. They serve an important and functional purpose. And when I think about it that way, my legs are pretty damn amazing. My legs carried me on an hour long hike this morning. My legs ran three miles through town, four different nights this week. My legs are helping me get fit and reach my weight loss goals. I've come to realize that I've got to make peace with the gams God gave me. Maybe one day soon, I will learn to love my legs. I'm not there yet, but its getting better every day. <br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-68384992605919052702015-05-04T23:33:00.002-04:002015-06-01T23:23:52.172-04:00Feeling Grumbly I really try to stay positive about my weight loss. I try to use this blog as a vehicle for self motivation, and as a way to empower others who share my struggle. But here's what I'm going to tell you folks…sometimes, despite the rewards I know I am reaping, and the promise of future success… sometimes the whole process of losing weight just plain sucks. <br />
I'm going to get real here. I feel a lot of guilt sometimes about the things I eat, and sometimes I really fear failure. I'm so afraid that even after all the ground I've gained fighting this demon called obesity, in the end, the food and the fat are still going to win. It is a daily struggle. It is as much of a mind game as it is mouth game. At times it is all consuming. <br />
This week, I'm struggling because there are so many opportunities to screw up--and I'm really afraid I'm going to. It's a week where I'm going to have to make some difficult decisions and set some priorities in order to keep my eating in check. <br />
Already, I've been tempted with a delicious muffin this morning courtesy of one of my sweet students. If you are a teacher, you know that sometimes we get homemade treats from our students that are a little less than desirable--cat hair bourbon balls at Christmas, that sort of thing. You know, the kind of treats where you smile and say thanks but secretly stash it under a stack of papers in your of your colleague's trash can. Not so with this one. Not only was it full of cinnamony goodness, but it was from a fastidiously clean household. <br />
Later, during our faculty meeting, one of my coworkers was lauded as Special Education Professional of the Year. Part of the celebration involved cake. Not just any old cake, but an exquisite buttercream from one of my favorite bakers. Had the cake been a Walmart special, I wouldn't have felt cheated by foregoing it---but when it come's from Thelma it is oh-so-hard to resist! (I did, and I felt cheated). P.S. If you don't know Thelma--trust me, you are missing out!<br />
Tomorrow, we have teacher appreciation lunch courtesy of our PTO. I really look forward to this every year. I think I've got my calories figured out, and I have already planned my limits for what I will eat tomorrow, but having to spend the time to work all that out is taxing. Why must I love Mexican food as much as I do if it has to be so high in calories?<br />
Later in the week, my mom and I are going to a mother/daughter banquet. I'm pretty sure that the menu is fried chicken or pot roast. Not sure how I'm going to ensure healthy choices there. Knowing that I have to worry about it makes me stress. Since this is a church function, perhaps I should just give those calories over to Jesus. But something tells me that, unfortunately, it doesn't work that way.<br />
Last but not least, Sunday is Mother's Day. That means lunch with my family and dinner with the boyfriend's family. Normally, I'd just take this as my cheat day, but with the other challenges I'm facing this week, I'm not sure I can do that. I think I'm going to evaluate my weight loss progress for the week and make a decision on what I'm going to eat Sunday based on that. I hate thinking of whether or not I can eat meals with my family as "time off for good behavior," but that really what's going through my head right now--and I don't' think that's healthy. <br />
So, here's the deal folks. I'm feeling grumbly. I'm feeling stressed. I'm feeling like sometimes it just isn't worth the hassle. BUT---Then I look at some of my pre weight loss pictures, and it puts things in perspective. I just have to keep telling myself that I'll get through this week. Even if my weight stays static or God forbid I gain a pound, I'm not going to gain back everything I've lost up until this point due to one lousy week. I need to enjoy myself, keep within my limits, and stop worrying about it incessantly. The hard thing is putting that all into practice. <br />
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I recently have had many people ask me about the secret to my weigh loss success. Today folks, I'm going to tell you. I'm going to let that proverbial cat jump right out of the bag. This is what I want anyone who struggles with weight to know. The secret to shedding pounds is…<br />
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Trust me when I say this. Everything you need to know, you already know. Every tool you need in your weight loss toolbox, you already possess. Unless you are living under a rock, you know that the way that anyone loses weight is by cutting calories and increasing exercise. Seriously folks, that's it. That is all I have done--No fad diets, no gimmicks. The problem is, although we know what to do, we don't alway have the mindset needed to put it into practice. </div>
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This is exactly where I found myself in January 2012. I was miserable--and I don't say that lightly. I absolutely hated looking at my body in the mirror or having my picture taken--anything that allowed me to see the body that I had literally eaten myself into. Physically, I felt terrible. My body ached, my feet killed me, and I couldn't walk even reasonable distances without getting out of breath. I avoided shopping for clothes. I couldn't stand going into the dressing room and trying on clothes that weren't flattering, fit poorly, and couldn't mask my problem. I'd even stopped wearing makeup, because I figured, with a body like mine, what the hell was the point. Mentally and emotionally, I felt like I was sinking into a bottomless pit of hopelessness and despair. But here's the thing. As emotionally and physically taxing as that time was, it finally caused me come to a crossroads. I could either go on living the way I was living, or I could fix it. And--I'm so glad that I dug deep inside and found the inner strength to choose the latter. </div>
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Although there isn't a "secret" to my success, I do believe there are helpful guidelines--guiding principles I want to share with others who might be in the same boat I found myself in three years ago. Today, I'm going to share them with you. </div>
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1. Be Ready Mentally: Losing weight starts with your mentality. You can't and won't lose weight until you are mentally ready to do so. No one else can make you. Your mama can't twist your arm. Your partner can't nag you until you change. Your doctor can't scare you into submission with her statistics about heart disease and diabetes. YOU HAVE TO DECIDE. It might sound selfish, but this is about you. It isn't about anyone else. You will be the one that is responsible for making the changes and sacrifices necessary to drop the pounds, so you have to be in the frame of mind to do it. I'm here to tell you--until you reach that place in your own head, you can't and won't do it. The key here is believing in yourself and loving yourself enough to change. And you know what--that is a difficult but necessary mental shift that you are just going to have to make. </div>
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2. Take Responsibility. Own up to it sister. You put the weight on. You have to be the one to take it off. One caveat though: you have to be careful with the blame and shame that comes with this one. You have to stop blaming your own weight issues on whatever it is that you find to blame them on. Stop telling yourself its all genetic. Stop telling yourself its because you have an insatiable sweet tooth. Stop telling yourself that you don't have time to exercise or prepare healthy meals. These are lies that we tell ourselves to justify the behaviors that put ourselves in this predicament to begin with. Lies I repeatedly told myself until they became so ingrained in my psyche that they still creep into my head today. </div>
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However, on the other hand, you can't beat yourself up. Stop shaming yourself--you know you do it. I still do. You cannot change your past. You can't take back the bad choices that made you pack on the pounds. What you can do is make positive choices that will impact your future and help you succeed. Once you accept responsibility you can begin making the changes necessary to meet your goals. </div>
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3. Find Accountability. One thing that really helps me is keeping a food journal. I currently use my Fitbit to do this. There are also online programs such as Sparkpeople.com and Myfitnesspal that can help with this. Without tracking, it is so easy to overeat. Seeing a visual of my caloric intake helps me stay on track. Think of it as you would a household budget. If you plan your financial limits and then track your expenses, you are much less likely to overspend. The same is true when you plan a calorie limit and then track the number of calories you consume. </div>
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Exercise accountability is also key. Again, find something to track it! It is so much more motivating for me to know how many calories I'm burning as I exercise. I've found success with my Fitbit. I love it! Being able to actually see the numbers makes me want to burn even more. I also like how Fitbit allows you to compete with others. This is really a motivator for me. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-12624046484180075612015-04-18T20:34:00.001-04:002015-04-18T23:27:32.243-04:00Silencing the Negativity When I go shopping, I'm generally the kind of person who wants to be left alone. I like to browse without having some salesperson breathe down my neck--sniffing me out to see if I'm going to help up their commission. Case in point: When I go to Macy's it seems like I can't even step a toe over the line of the shoe department before some sales person pounces on me. Helpful service is one thing, but feeling like you are being stalked by some jungle cat when you are just looking for a cute pair of sandals is quite another. I hate it! So why is it, that today, when I got exactly what I always say that I want--when the people working the floor let me be--why was it that my brain turned it around into something quite unsettling? <br />
Today, I shopped at a store where I haven't been able to fit into anything in YEARS. I've been in there a few times in the past month and a half or so, because I was feeling fairly certain I was on the cusp of being able to fit into what they sell. A week or so ago, I went in there briefly and tried one thing on. It didn't' fit. I got discouraged and walked out. Today, I put on my big girl panties (aptly so, considering where I was) and decided to give it another go. I walked in---a little self conscious (Okay, a lot self conscious) and proceeded to browse. Many of the things I could still just eyeball and say, "yep…still not going to work…" But there were some things that I decided were worth taking back to the fitting room. As I was shopping though, NOT ONE SINGLE sales associate approached me. Like I said, normally, I would have been delighted to have been left alone to shop at my leisure, but today, I had a running commentary of negativity flowing though my brain. It went something like this:<br />
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"See that sales person and customer over there…she's helping her because she's thin. She's belongs in here. You don't.<br />
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"Everyone in this store is thinking, 'who is that fat ass kidding. Even if she can shimmy into some of these things, she's still going to look like a beached whale in them'"."<br />
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"None of the sales people want to help you because if you take something into the dressing room and try to shove yourself into it, you might bust the seams and destroy it." <br />
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Somehow, despite the horribly negative self talk I subjected myself to, I did make it to the dressing room with a few items. You know, I'm really glad I did. When I got back there, two other customers were waiting. Two other normal sized women. Two women that probably haven't struggled with weight like I have. And you know what they said to me? <br />
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"What is going on in here today? There is no attendant in the dressing room, and hardly anybody on the floor. Must be shift change or something. Do you think we should just go back and put ourselves in a dressing room?" <br />
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Talk about a reality check. The sales people weren't ignoring me because I was fat. They weren't ignoring me because I was not worth their time. They weren't ignoring me because God forbid I might pop an underwire. The bottom line is they weren't waiting on me because they weren't there, or they were busy with someone else! <br />
At that point I decided I just needed to get over myself and turn off the ugly self talk. It's unhealthy. It's lethal to my self esteem. It isn't worth my time or the way it makes me feel. The kicker is, when you have talked down to yourself for so long, it is hard to stop. But, I'm going to make it a point to try. Negative self talk is a habit--just like over eating. It is going to take time to break it. <br />
I left that store today with a new perspective. I also left the store with a little pink bag…and I was pretty damn proud of myself for both. <br />
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Hummmm…..something tells me you didn't expect to see this face of my blog. But bear with me. I've got some news---News I've been waiting a while to share, and news and pretty damned excited about. You see, I'm fairly certain Mike Tyson and I no longer have ANYTHING in common. Now, I could be wrong. Like me, the heavy weight champ could have a penchant for cocker spaniels, old houses, long relaxing baths in antique claw foot tubs, and ice cold Coca-Cola--but you know, something makes me kind of doubt it. I know what you're thinking--come on Erin, what could you and Mike Tyson have EVER had in common? He's certainly not the first person that would come to anyone's mind when drawing comparisons to me. But for a long time, Mike and I have shared something . And it isn't something I'm proud to admit (no dirty minds there). So here it is folks. </div>
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I'll share something with you. Right before I started my weight loss quest a few years back I distinctly remember watching a documentary about Mike Tyson while sitting my fat ass in a recliner and shoveling a bowl full of buttered popcorn in my face. Why I as watching it, I don't know. It's not like I'm a huge boxing fan. Seriously, It would be pushing it for me to come up with the names of five professional boxers--and that includes the likes of Tyson and Ali. But for some reason--perhaps it was divine intervention, I was watching that day. During the documentary, they mentioned how much Mike Tyson weighed. I was shocked. I was considerably heavier that this heavy weight champ. I googled the weight requirements for heavy weight boxers. I didn't even come close to the lower end of the weight requirement. I will tell you---that was humbling and also pretty damn terrifying. But you know what, it opened my eyes. It made me see exactly how big (no pun intended) of a problem I had. And---I resolved to fix it. </div>
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<i> </i>I think I was about ten years old when Disney's the Little Mermaid hit the theatre. I remember going to the movies and watching it one the big screen. I loved it! The songs, that cute little crab, the romantic row boat ride--pure Disney magic. I still think I can sing every one of the songs by heart. But I remember, even as a child, there was one scene in the movie that really got to me. For those of you who don't remember, the basic premise is that Ariel, our titular heroine, saves the life a handsome shipwrecked prince, and falls madly in love (because that's how we all find true love, right?). The only problem--she's got flippers and he's got legs. Ariel realizes that living in the ocean and being a land lubber are not conducive to a successful relationship. Longing to unite with her beloved, but against her better judgement, she visits the sea witch, who offers her a choice--trade her beautiful voice for a new set of gams. <br />
Before I lost weight, I felt a bit like that Little Mermaid. So desperate was I to shed those horrible unwanted pounds that I was willing to do just about anything to feel human. And just like Ariel, I was thinking more of the outcome of my choice than the consequences my actions would entail. I had my mind firmly made up that I was going under the knife. Gastric Bypass or bust. <br />
You see, before I decided to take back my life and shed some much needed pounds, I was a pretty miserable girl. I'd let me weight ratchet up to a point that I'm severely ashamed to admit. I might hint at the number from time to time, but I probably won't ever feel comfortable divulging those exact digits to the general public. <br />
When I was at my heaviest, I couldn't even enjoy shopping at the mall. Besides the fact that finding clothes had become more about finding whatever would fit my body than about finding outfits I truly loved, the simple act of walking from one end of the mall to the other was exhausting. I even got winded walking from my car to the front door if the parking lot gods didn't happen to be smiling upon me that day. At school, I used to think how lucky I was that I didn't teach 5th grade, because that would mean I would have to drag my fat ass all the way to the top floor multiple times a day--and the mere thought of climbing those stairs that terrified me. Honestly, walking anywhere was a challenge, not just because I was so out of shape and out of breath, but because my feet killed me! Plantar fasciitis plagued me. I wouldn't wish that kind of pain on my worst enemy. I remember taking a trip to Denver for a work conference during an especially bad flair up. Walking down the main shopping/business district in the city was tortuous. My feet ached so badly it made what should have been an enjoyable outing painfully daunting.<br />
Aside from the mobility challenges, being that heavy was taxing on my emotional wellbeing too. Going to the movies gave me anxiety because I was deathly afraid that my rear wouldn't fit into the theatre seats. During a major remodel of my bathroom, I worried constantly about finding a bath tub that would accommodate my ample girth--looking for one of those at Lowe's nearly gave me hives. Paranoia set in. I felt like people were staring at me every time I went out to eat--prying eyes secretly judging me as I shoveled in bite after bite. The bottom line is I was depressed. I felt hopeless to ever change my situation.<br />
When you get that big, you get desperate. I think I would have consented to having a limb cut off if I thought I could magically translate the amputation of an appendage into fitting my body into a size 6. And you know what--that's in essence what I almost allowed to happen. Gastric Bypass doesn't involve sawing off a arm or a leg, but it does involve major, irreversible, and forever life changing alterations to one's body. And, I almost caved. I convinced myself that the only hope I had to lose weight--the only chance I had to chase the happiness and normalcy I craved--was putting myself in the hands of a bariatric surgeon. <br />
I saw my primary care physician. I visited a specialist several times, and sat my ass in those over sized chairs designed to accommodate the grossly obese. I went through initial testing and screenings. I underwent a psychiatric evaluation to make sure I was sane enough to understand the consequences of my decision. I was ready. But thankfully, before I made it to the point of no return, something deep within me spoke up--and I just knew this wasn't the right decision for me. <br />
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1. I love food. Really. I do. I've always been a foodie. I'm from a family of foodies. We like to cook and we certainly like to chow down on some good eats. Having gastric bypass drastically changes not only how much you can eat, but what you can eat. Eat the wrong thing, and you can experience something called dumping syndrome. Funny name, but there is definitely nothing funny about the experience. Eat foods high in fat, carbs, and sugar and you are just inviting bloating, diarrhea, heart palpitations, and vomiting to visit you--not pleasant. This meant no more Coca-Cola. No more of my Aunt Lynda's pasta salad at family get togethers--or her special Chex mix she always makes me at Christmastime. No more biscuits and gravy at Cracker Barrel---LIKE EVER. I just wasn't sure I could commit to that. <br />
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2. Gastric Bypass can be dangerous. Even with an experienced and competent surgeon, it is dangerous anytime one goes under the knife. All surgery carries risks--even the most routine. Unforeseen tragedy happens. The only surgeries I've ever had are a tonsillectomy and LASIK. The thought of going under the knife terrified me. What if I didn't wake up? I just wasn't ready to take that chance.<br />
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3. It is expensive. Luckily for me, I have decent insurance. However, there were still copays and deductibles to consider. I'm a teacher. I've got a master's degree, but I'm certainly not rolling in the dough. In order to make it work financially, I was going to have to have help from my parents. I didn't want to be a financial burden on them for something that was ultimately my fault. <br />
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4. What if I regretted it. The fear of waking up and realizing that I had made a terrible and forever life altering mistake frightened me. (I suppose in some sense that must be what Bruce Jenner is going through right now--that is if you believe everything the supermarket tabloids are saying these days). <br />
For the most part, once you go under the anesthesia, there is no turning back. Once it is done, it is done. Now from what I understand, it is possible to reverse it under extreme medically valid conditions--but you certainly can't reverse it just because you miss being able to scarf down McDonald's any old time you feel like it. <br />
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5. Most importantly for me-- What if this didn't work! What if I went though all the pain (which I understand is significant), sacrifice, and financial strain the surgery entails only to lose the weigh and gain it back? I really didn't think I could live with myself it that happened. The only thing I would have gained was more self loathing and even lower self worth.<br />
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Looking back, I know in my heart of hearts that I made the very best decision for me when I chose to forego the surgical option. Would I be at my goal weight now had I consented to the surgery back then? Perhaps. But, perhaps not. <br />
Here's what I do know: Taking the weight off on my own has given me options. Yes, I restrict my calories--but I can also cheat and have an enchilada every now and again if I want one--In fact, I scarfed one down tonight thank you very much. Yes, it has taken time to take off the pounds--but knowing I'm doing it by my own shear will power really boost my self confidence. True, eating healthy is expensive--but it is sure a hell of a lot cheaper than the medical bills I would have been saddled with post-op. When I first backed out of the surgery I felt a bit like a coward--but after working hard and losing the weight on my own terms, I have no regrets. <br />
If you are considering weight loss surgery I implore you to consider all your options. Think about why you are doing it. Are you looking for a quick fix? It isn't. Are you desperate and feel you have nowhere else to turn? Regardless of what you think--you do. If those are your reasons, I highly encourage you to think long and hard before letting anyone--- friend, family member, or even your doctor convince you to do something you can't take back. <br />
Let me say this, and let me be clear. There are legitimate reasons to explore surgical intervention-- among them diabetes, sleep apnea, and severe high blood pressure. These require immediate intervention, and for those afflicted with these serious conditions bariatric surgery can not only be a life changer, but a life saver! I just thank the good Lord none of those applied to me--but if they had, my decision might have been very different. <br />
What I want you to understand is that in most situations you do have nonsurgical options--and they can and do work. I urge you to consider them. YOU CAN DO IT! I'm on my way! And, as of a few weeks and a few pounds ago--I no longer even qualify for a surgical procedure due to my current weight and BMI. And knowing I did that all on my own--that folks, is a damn good feeling! <br />
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P.S. For the past two years, my classroom has been on that very top floor. And I climb those stairs every day with confidence and without keeling over! :)<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-75736790060201768982015-03-12T23:18:00.003-04:002015-03-12T23:42:08.368-04:00Somebody Needs to Teach My FitBit Some Manners To this day, my daddy swears that the only way I passed my driver's test was because I said "yes ma'am" to the evaluator. He likes to use this as an example of how important it is to instill good old fashioned manners in one's children. You see, growing up in the South, I was taught to always say please, thank you, and you're welcome. Maybe my upbringing makes me more sensitive to lapses in decorum. Maybe I'm just overly sensitive. But maybe, just maybe, some things just lack tact and decency. Sticking one's tongue out at someone, just happens to fall into that category. <br />
Since I decided to get back on the health and fitness wagon, I decided to invest in a new tool to help me achieve my goals, and keep me accountable. I decided on the Fitbit Zip. Overall, I've been very pleased with this device. It tracks my steps and my calories burned and consumed Plus, it gives me access to a web site where I can interact and compete with friends. Besides the number crunching metrics and the time display, one of the first things I noticed was the smiley faces it periodically displayed. "Awww…sweet!" I thought. "Fitbit is smiling at me. It's my own personal cheerleader!"<br />
If you aren't familiar with Fitbit, the emoticon changes to reflect your activity level. The more active you are, the bigger the smile. Curiously though, there isn't a key to explain these smileys in the product manual. One of the faces seemed to show up first thing in the morning, and while I was watching TV. <br />
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I couldn't quite figure out what it was, so I decided to google it. Much to my dismay, I soon found out that Fitbit was sticking its tongue out at me! In the words of Stephanie Tanner, "How rude!"<br />
Here's the thing. No one can be active every minute of every day. People have to sleep. There are times when even elite athletes are sedentary. Sometimes, I feel like sitting on my ass, putting my feet up, and chilling out in front of the boob tube. When FitBit chides me, it doesn't push me to do better. It makes me feel guilty--and guilt isn't an effective motivator. <br />
I reminds me of when I first started this weight loss journey a few years ago. The hot product at the time was the Wii. I bought one, and sad to say, like many fads, it is now collecting dust in my spare bedroom closet. Those of you who, like me, jumped on that band wagon might recall that the Wii works as a scale as well as a fitness/video game platform. I'd step on that thing and get greeted with this gem:<br />
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Every single time, I wanted to shout at the screen, "Seriously? No shit!" <br />
Look, I knew I was fat. I knew I had a problem. I certainly didn't need Wii telling me so or making that condescending noise. Nor did I need to see my avatar do a full on fat girl body jiggle. Seriously, it was insulting. Who needs that. <br />
I guess what I'm saying is that for those of us who need to lose weight, what we need is praise, recognition, and support. We don't need condescension or scolding--not from a living, breathing humans, and certainly not from an electronic device. What we do need is a network of people willing to cheer us on and celebrate our successes. I'm glad I've got that, because it is truly what keeps me motivated. As for FitBit--well, I guess I'll just disable the emoticon feature. Because in the words of my mama, "if you can't say something nice, you shouldn't say anything at all."<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-22478479592319281192015-03-11T18:43:00.001-04:002015-03-13T21:36:45.910-04:00Big News From a Smaller Lady Today I have a BIG ANNOUNCEMENT. Now before y'all get too excited (or gossipy)--no, no one has been to Jared and no one has put any proverbial carts before horses--So sorry to disappoint. But my news is BIG. Well, maybe I should say, my news is SMALL. Today, I took a major leap toward loosing my membership card in the FAA (That's not the Federal Aviation Administration folks--That's Fat Asses of America). Today, for the very first time in a very long time, this girl put on a pair of jeans that:<br />
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Now for all you skinny bitches who haven't ever been in double digits, that might not seem like much of an accomplishment. But let me tell you--for someone like me--it feels incredible. I honestly didn't think I'd ever see the day that I could fit my trunk's junk into a pair of pants that didn't come from the "women's department." To be able wear them, and to feel comfortable in them, makes me feel so much more comfortable in my own skin. And that folks is an amazing feeling. <br />
So for all y'all out there who think you can't do it. Trust me. I've been there. I've wallowed in self pity and bathed in my own low self esteem. But I'm here to tell you--If I can do it, you can do it! I've still got a long way to go. Looking at my BMI, I'm still "obese" I'm hoping to be out of that category by the end of the school year if not before--not too much more to go. <br />
If you are where I was three years ago--take heart. You are worthy, you are valuable, and when you hit your own personal milestone--whether it be walking around the block without getting winded or shimmying into a pair of skinny jeans--I promise, it will be worth it. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-23529358941844771282015-01-30T20:42:00.005-05:002015-01-30T20:57:05.947-05:00I Hope You Remember Me For More Than My Fat Ass <br />
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I love a good story. I always have. I'm a person who cherishes the written word---a person who relishes the complexities of a well crafted yarn woven by a skillful wordsmith. That's why I was particularly saddened to learn that Colleen McCullough, the author of my all time favorite book, <i>The Thorn Birds</i>, died earlier this week. But, what saddened me even more was to see how Australia's most heralded author was memorialized in her obituary. Here's a excerpt:<br />
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"Plain of feature, and certainly overweight, she was, nevertheless a woman of wit and warmth. In one interview, she said: 'I've never been into clothes or figure and the interesting thing is I never had any trouble attracting men.'"<br />
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Seriously, Rupert Merdock, was the mention of this woman's weight problem and "plain" face really necessary? Is her most glowing accomplishment really the fact that she could snag some bootie despite the fact she had a fat ass? <br />
Beyond the fact that McCullough sold multiple millions of copies of her novels, beyond the fact that her most famous work was adapted into one of the most watched mini series of all time, beyond the fact that football fans would have never heard the name D'Brickashaw Ferguson if not for Ms. McCullough (okay, his mama probably just watched the TV version because she didn't' bother to spell check that)---this woman was amazingly brilliant. She studied neuroscience in her native Australia, worked at Great Ormond Street Hospital in London, and spent ten years as a member of the faculty at Yale University. Folks, that's nothing to sneeze at! <br />
The truth is, this is how our society views women like Colleen McCullough--- women-- like me. And that friends, makes me sad. It is hard being an anonymous woman of size in the real world. It must be even harder for women of size who live under the glaring scope of celebrity. Think about it. When I mention Kirsti Alley--what comes to mind? Her tenure of <i>Cheers</i>, or pictures of her fat ass splayed across glossy newsprint in the checkout line? What about Oprah? The woman's a bizillionaire, a philanthropist, and had enough grit to pull herself up from the grips of poverty to become one of the most successful media icons of our time. Yet, in spite of her phenomenal success, people still want to focus on her battle with her waistline.<br />
Women are so much more than rolls of fat and numbers on a scale. We are powerful, unique, complex individuals--each with our own story to tell. When I die--and here's hoping that's a long way off-- I want people to remember my inner beauty, not my outward appearance. <br />
….I'm a teacher who loves her students. <br />
….I'm an animal rescuer who is a sucker for sad puppy dog eyes. <br />
….I'm a writer, a reader, and a ponderer of deep thoughts. <br />
This is who I am. This is what makes me, me. <br />
Colleen--you deserved so much better. You deserved dignity and respect alongside recognition for your contributions to the world. You made it a better place. I just hope when it comes time for someone to pen my obituary, I'm remembered for the person and really am, and not just the extra junk I carry around in my trunk. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-56557293041166617572015-01-27T20:13:00.000-05:002015-01-27T21:07:04.072-05:00Thoughts on Oliver Twist and Mama June When people used to think of "the poor," images of emaciated waifs straight out of a Dicken's novel generally came to mind--Poor unfortunate souls begging for a bit more gruel to hopefully stick to their feeble bones. A century ago, this was the reality. I won't be so blind as to say that all American's now have plenty to eat. I know for a fact that children still go hungry. However, one does have to wonder why so many of the poor these days look a whole lot more like...<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;"> Now don't get me wrong. I'm not saying I'd prefer poor folks (or anybody for that matter) to look more like Oliver Twist than Mama June. But I am saying that the correlation between poverty and obesity is every bit as much a problem as as the kind of hunger that prevailed in the poorhouses of yesteryear. </span><span style="text-align: center;">So, why is it that so many underprivileged Americans are overweight? I'll tell you why. Eating healthy is EXPENSIVE! </span><br />
<span style="text-align: center;"> If you walk through the local Kroger, you will find sale after sale on all things bad for you. Soda, potato chips, frozen burritos--those are the items that often are the most deeply discounted. How many times have you seen fresh spinach or kale greens on the ten-for-ten sale? Didn't think so. </span><br />
<span style="text-align: center;"> Specialty grocery stores like Whole Foods are even worse. I'm not downing these places, because they have wonderful </span>selections of high quality items. But what I am telling you is that $19 a pound fresh Alaskan Salmon, $10 a bag chia seeds, and $7 cherimoyas are out of reach for people on a limited income. That's a real stretch for me, and I'm gainfully employed and have a master's degree. <br />
Healthy choices at restaurants will also often cause you to dig deeper in your pocket. For instance, Applebee's has recently introduced its Pub Diet. None of the items on this menu are over 600 calories. That's fantastic! However, the items in this promotion are also some of the most expensive on the menu. Even fast food establishments follow this trend. Take Wendy's dollar menu. Lots of fried goodness, but only a small side salad as any kind of healthy offering. The regular salads will cost you upwards of five times as much. <br />
The price burden for getting healthy is tough on me. Its even tougher on folks who are just barely scraping by. I'm lucky enough to be financially able to make healthy choices--even if it does stretch the pocketbook sometimes. I've got the means to choose healthy alternatives at the grocery, pony up a gym membership fee every month, and splurge on an exorbitantly priced exotic fruit just for kicks every once in a while. I just wish everyone had that opportunity. Is there a way to fix it? I'm not sure. I'm neither an economist nor an agronomist. But something's got to give. Everyone ought to be able to afford to make choices that promote their own health and wellness--regardless of what tax bracket they happen to occupy. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-29006552072507393102015-01-26T21:11:00.001-05:002015-01-26T21:11:35.570-05:00Don't Poo Poo On My Parade I've been feeling very proud of myself as of late. I've stuck to my diet plan, cut myself down to one Coke a week, and torched ten pounds. But probably most importantly, I've gotten my sorry butt off the couch and started exercising. I think those are things to celebrate! And I have been! But doesn't always seem that in the midst of any celebration that there are always one or two people that want to poo poo on your parade. You tell them you're getting married--they quote you divorce statistics. You tell them you're expecting--they tell you how expensive it is to raise a child these days. You know the ones--never a positive word no matter how wonderful the news. My path crossed with one of these folks today--but I'm determined not to let it get me down. <br />
I am a member of a Facebook "free-cycle" group. Basically, member of the groups post items they wish to give away, or post in search of items they need. This site has been a Godsend to me, because besides my vices of overeating and lounging on the couch, I'm also the world's worst packrat. Now not to say I belong on "Hoarders" or anything, but I do tend to hang on to stuff longer than I should (maybe that's the problem with my weight--I'm hoarding the fat). I've mainly utilized this site as a way to rid myself of unwanted and unneeded junk collecting dust in my closets and basement. I rarely post in search of anything, but last night I made a simple request. I posted in search of magazines to read while working out at the gym.<br />
It is no secret I hate to exercise. I hate to sweat. I hate to feel the burn in my calves as I walk on the treadmill. But most of all, I hate watching the clock. If I'm not distracted I get very discouraged. My iPod and the televisions at the gym help, but I've found the most useful thing for me to do is to read a magazine while I'm working out. It helps me zone out and the time goes by SO MUCH MORE QUICKLY. <br />
After posting I quickly received a reply from a friend that she had several magazines that she would like to part with, and offered them to me. I was excited! One woman's trash would certainly become this woman's treasure. We made arrangements for me to pick up. We were both happy, and that should have been the end of things. <br />
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Apparently some know-it-all came across my post and decided it was her job to offer her two cents. "If you read (or watch TV) while on a machine, your workout is less effective. Research says so…I am an exercise professional. Just sayin' " Really lady? Did I ask you for your advice? Nope. I asked for magazines. Because you know what? I'm doing the absolute best I can. I am dragging my ass to the gym six days a week even when I'd much rather it be firmly planted on the couch. I'm foregoing Coca Cola and a big bowl of popcorn in favor of bottled water and green smoothies. Your advice didn't empower me. It didn't make me want to put in an extra workout or push myself to amp up the speed or incline on the treadmill. What it did do is make me feel small. It made me feel weak. It made me feel like the significant lifestyle changes I've made over the past few weeks were worthless. <br />
But here's the thing. I'm not going to let someone else's snide remarks get me down. I'm pushing forward. I've got a great support system, and lots of other folks cheering me on (and my friend's comment back to her almost made it worth it--priceless). One Debbie Downer won't stop this show. Maybe when I'm down to my goal weight, I'll send this chick a picture--me with my rockin' new bod--on the treadmill, reading Us Weekly. <br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-22683446244659765732015-01-15T22:45:00.000-05:002015-01-16T07:15:01.247-05:00Own It! Being overweight is tough. If you have never experience weight problems you truly do not understand what it is like to live in a body that betrays you daily--what it's like to live in a body you hate, and society despises. Harsh words, but true. I think one of the worst parts of being heavy is the guilt we feel because ultimately we realize that we are the ones who've put ourselves in this boat--and that is an ugly realization. No one likes to feel that kind of shame. So, what do we do? We make up excuses and point our accusing fingers in a myriad of directions other that where they ultimately belong. I've heard it all, said it all, and thought it all--anything to make myself feel better about why the body that stares back at me from the mirror is not the body I want to see. Here's the problem with that kind of thinking. It solves nothing. Blaming others is a prescription for laziness. The thought process becomes, "if it isn't my fault, why should I bother trying to fix it." I've got news for you. With rare exceptions-- it is your fault. (Ouch--that probably stung--but it is true). You are responsible for you. You took every single bite that put every single ounce of fat on your own thighs. But here's the GOOD NEWS. Once you own it, you can reframe it. Stop throwing your own personal pity party--trust me, no one wants to attend. Come to the realization that if you were responsible for putting the weight on, you can take charge of taking it off. Let me tell you folks--that is empowering. <br />
Instead of wallowing in self pity and self loathing, make an action plan. <br />
One of my all time favorite excuses for the extra junk in my trunk has always been to blame it on heredity. Looking around at family get togethers I've always reasoned that some mysterious fat gene is responsible for the fact that my blue jeans come from the plus size section. It makes sense. It is totally logical. But it isn't the whole truth. Don't get me wrong. I do believe that genetics can predispose one to obesity. But here's the thing. How much of those collective extra pounds have to do with our DNA, and how much has to do with that macaroni and cheese sitting on the stove. You know, the one with the whole quart of heavy cream and a whole stick of butter. Hmmm…certainly makes you think. If you know that weight gain runs in your family you are not doomed! Be proactive. Make healthier choices to help combat an unfortunate roll of the genetic dice. <br />
Another excuse I like to make is that I'm a foodie. Not gonna lie. This girl loves to eat. I've never been picky; I've always enjoyed the experience of trying new things. I grew up in a family that loves to eat--we just didn't always make it a priority to choose the most healthy options. Family gathering centered around good eats--and lots of them. Good old Southern hospitality with a side of cheese grits. If you are like me, and you enjoy the experience of eating, don't believe the lie that you can't enjoy food on a diet. Reframe it as an opportunity to experiment and experience. There are so many healthy options out there that will tickle your palate. Do your research. Finding new, healthy foods that satisfy my inner foodie has been fun for me. It can be for you too. <br />
The bottom line is this. Stop thinking of reasons to fail. Think of reason to succeed. Once you own up to the fact that you are responsible for your eating and exercise habits, you can begin to change. You can say no to that extra piece of chocolate cake and yes to extra minutes on the treadmill. You are responsible for you. No one can lose the weight for you. It is a personal journey. Own it, reframe it, and change it. You won't regret it. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-12622070593904453762015-01-11T19:18:00.000-05:002015-01-16T20:50:21.042-05:00Get a Move On Dieting is all well and good, but without pairing it with exercise, it is next to impossible to lose weight. I've said it before, if you can add, subtract, multiply and divide---you can lose weight. You just have to make the numbers work for you. Knowing these facts to be true, I decided it was time to get my rear back in gear and rejoin a gym. I've been a gym member before. When I first started my weight loss journey about three years ago, I joined a local gym, and it really helped me lose the pounds. But here's the thing. As I got complacent and comfortable, I stopped going--and eventually decided that if I wasn't going to go, it wasn't worth the dough. So, I dropped my membership. As I've watched my weight ratchet up, I've realized that was a mistake--but not an uncorrectable error. Thus brings me to a new beginning. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-85270804030701972412015-01-10T18:55:00.001-05:002015-01-16T20:52:47.748-05:00Fashion Forward I'm back on the weight loss and fitness track after falling off the wagon for a bit. I'm proud of myself. I really am. I'm taking steps toward reaching my health and wellness goals. I rejoined a gym today, bought a Fit Bit, and have been drinking green smoothies for the past week. Those changes ought to make a girl feel good about herself. But one of those healthy choices unwittingly led to a punch in the gut today…<br />
Since I rejoined the gym, I figured it might be prudent to see what kind of work out wear I could find to make myself look at least presentable while I'm sweating away at the treadmill. Now ladies, I'm not stupid. I knew better. I really did. But…I decided I might just want to peruse a certain high end workout wear establishment---you know the one. I walked in. I tried to be unobtrusive. I wanted to see what was out there if I ever do get to my goal weight. Here were my take aways:<br />
1. Nothing in that store comes in a size larger than 12. And, let me tell you, it was a rather small looking 12 at that. You know, I get it. I do. Companies are brand conscious. They want to portray a certain image. (Remember the uproar Abercrombie and Fitch caused a few years ago?). I guess my fat ass stuffed in their overpriced pieces of spandex doesn't exactly fit the prescribed mold. <br />
2. It didn't help my self concept to go in there. I kind of felt like Julia Roberts in that one scene from <i>Pretty Woman</i>. There she is all decked out in her finest hooker-haute-couture when those bossy bitches suggest that "they don't have anything for her," and she was obviously, "in the wrong place." Now, I'm not saying that anyone unceremoniously tossed me out on the street, but I felt like the sales associates were judging me. One came over and asked if she could help me. I told her I realized I probably wasn't in the right place (meaning I wouldn't be able to fit my big toe into any of their clothing). She informed me that, "Well, this is a workout store." Really chick--I couldn't tell--but thanks for the info. <br />
So why is it so hard for us "fuller figured" gals to find decent work out attire? Here's the thing. Women like me, women who are my size, want to and need to work out. I'm doing it not just for my health but also my self esteem. I know no one wants to see me in a wireless sports bra and short shorts, but come on, it would be nice to find at least a cute outfit to make me feel better about myself instead of having to scrounge through the selection of plus size sweatpants available at Walmart. Maybe I'll hang up this teaching gig and open my own workout wear store for plus size women. I'll call it Go Go Grapefruit--The Same Sass With a Bigger Ass. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-88265019457892021312013-02-05T00:04:00.000-05:002013-02-05T00:14:25.820-05:00Thinspiration<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Apparently, there exists a small but significant movement that calls itself "Pro Ana" For those of you not familiar with this term, it does not refer to a collection of <u>50 Shades</u> of fan fiction. Nor does it refer to those who support the American Nurses Association. Pro Ana is a movement that supports and promotes anorexia nervosa. Along with its sister movement, "Pro Mia" (yes, that's a campaign that gives impressionable young women tips on how to most efficiently toss their cookies), the intention of these movements is to get thin by any means necessary. If you are interested in such unhealthy and outright dangerous notions, well, you are reading the wrong blog. Both anorexia and bulimia are serious psychological illnesses with devastating physical effects. They ravage the bodies of their victims leaving only a sick, boney shell behind. Utterly disgusting and sad. <br />
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One of the ways that the Pro Ana and Pro Mia communities lure in their victims is by providing what they call "thinspiration"--pictures of dangerously thin women and young girls that serve as "incentive" for those who unfortunately buy into their ideals. Glorified starvation pure and simple Here's some examples of the bags of bones that fill up these pages. </div>
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I'm sorry, but these girls are emaciated. Malnourished and sickly is not beautiful ladies. Reading about the Pro-Ana movement made me sick. But, it also got me to thinking about how if we are looking for "dieting mentors," what kind of folks should be be seeking to emulate? </div>
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One of my personal weight loss heros is Jennifer Hudson. The thing I like about her is although she is a celebrity, she seems so real and genuine. I can identify with her. She seems like someone I'd like to have lunch with. She has had some incredible success, but she still isn't a stick figure--baby's still got back. (and on a side note--would someone please explain to me why us white chicks are still expected to have zero junk in our trunks while our African American counterparts are allowed a little more grace in the posterior department? Utterly unfair. Can't we all be bootylicious) </div>
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Another one of my heros is a little closer to home. I know a guy who has lost over 300 pounds since October 2011. I won't name him to protect his privacy, but many of my readers will know to whom I'm referring. Yes, he had surgery. But he also has changed his eating habits and works out like a mad man. He looks great! Although this blog is targeted primarily to women, I really felt like giving him a shout out for his awesome success. Way to go friend--you know who you are. You are a true inspiration to many. </div>
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When I think of my "thinspiration" these are the folks I look to for motivation. I'm looking to not only improve my outward appearance, but also my overall health. That is what these folks have accomplished--and that's huge! If your idea of an ideal body includes protruding ribs, knobby knees, and a concave back side you need to rethink your priorities. Thin may be in, but healthy and happy is where its at. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-3549966815975339342013-02-03T20:30:00.001-05:002013-02-03T22:07:54.030-05:00Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder Late last year, doomsday preppers donning tin foil hats began hunkering and bunkering and waiting for the end. However, exactly one month prior to the proported end of days, the world received a sign that the Mayans might not be so smart afterall. Hostess Brands, maker of the Twinkie--the little snack cake that was supposed to endue past the apocolypse, was going out of business. Now, unlike much of America, I've never been much of a Twinkie fan. But, its cousin, the Hostess cupcake, is an entirely different story. Growing up, these chocolate goodies were my favorite lunch box treat. But, as we all do, I grew up, and these delicious little devils dropped out of my diet completely (not that that's a particularly bad thing I suppose). I bet I hadn't enjoyed one of these sweet treats in a good ten years. With the news that my favorite childhood treat would soon be off the shelves, I rushed to have one last rendezvous with this childhood favorite. I stopped into the local gas station (clearly a 5 star establishment,) plopped down my payment, and opened up the twin pack of utter heavenly goodness. They were just as I remembered--moist, chocolatey, and filled with lucious cream. This little indulgence got me to thinking. Isn't it funny how much more we enjoy something when we've been without it for a while? Absence really does make the heart grow fonder.<br />
I think that one of my dieting successes has come with the realization that I really enjoy food so much more when my favorite dishes becomes a occasional indulgences instead of an every day occurrences. When I eat Fiesta Mexico three times a week instead of every once in a while, it becomes routine, mundane, and dull--cheese dip, smeeze dip. But, when I've denied myself a chimichanga for a couple of months, it becomes a rapturous experience (and unfortunately it comes back to bite me later---trust me Montezuma always gets his revenge---I know, TMI). <br />
You know food is kind of like sex. Scientist tell us that pleasure receptors in our brain fire off dopamine (the feel good chemical) both when we eat our favoite foods and when we are doing the horizontal tango. This chemical is the chemical of addiction--cocaine, alcohol, and nicotine also cause its release. However, when we experience this release over and over again, we start to become numb to its charms. Think about it this way. How many times do we single girls hear our married friends complain about "wifely duties," I've heard married women equate making love with cleaning toilets and doing the laundry. But, as a single gal, sometimes just a whiff of men's cologne can leave me all hot and bothered (sorry, I bet some of you never knew I could be such a horn dog.) Its the same way with food. When we eat our favorite fattening treats over and over again, the experience becomes routine. We lose the excitement in the experience. However, when we've been denied for a while, our favorite foods become better than we ever remember (itsn't it like that with a lot of things). <br />
Ladies, I guess what I'm trying to say is this. When I make a practice of keeping certain foods reserved for special occasion, I enjoy them so much more. I'll be honest, when I started dieting, I had major issues with cravings. I couldn't even drive past my favorite restaurants without salivating. I fantasized about food. Seriously. I was all like "Oh my God---must have Red Robin right now!" But, over time, these cravings have subsided. When they do occur, I try to reframe them this way, "If I deny myself those garlic fries now, I will enjoy them so much better later." That usually stops the craving in its tracks. Another way that I combat these cravings is to think about the natural high that I get when I step on the scale and notice the numbers are lower than they were the last time I checked. <br />
Next time you feel the need to cheat, the urge to mindlessly indulge in your favorite fattening treat, think about whether it is really worth it. Do you really want it, or are you simply reacting to those dopomine impulses? Remember that just like you wouldn't jump the bones of every good looking man that crosses your path, you CAN refrain from indulging in your food fantasies as well. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-32073364282643075102013-01-31T21:33:00.002-05:002013-01-31T21:41:45.552-05:00Would You Like Fries With That?---Surviving the Drive Thru Yesterday, I wrote about general tips for the dining out dieter (say that 3 times fast). Today, I want to focus on fast food. I think it is amusing to watch people's reactions when talking about any establishment with a drive thru. There's always someone in a crowd that turns up their nose and looks down on any place with a dollar menu. My favorite are the self righteous folks who tell you exactly to the day the last time that they had a French fry. "Oh, <i>I</i> haven't had one of those since May 4, 1995," they say with a look of condescension. Really? Well, it you haven't, then I hate to break it to you, but you missed out. When I encounter those kind of chicks it makes me want to check my car for any contraband ketchup packets or straw papers that might give away my dirty little secret. Sometimes, fast food just makes my life easier (I know that's lazy), and sometimes, I just get a craving for a good ole all American burger and fries. The truth is, even though fast food restaurants aren't exactly the bastions of healthy eating, in our fast paced world sometimes it just makes life easier to pick up a meal to go. You know, I think breezing through the drive thru is kind of like picking your nose. Everyone does it. Nobody wants to fess up to it. So, how can a dieter cope with the Golden Arches and company when attempting to stay within a calorie budget? Today, I'm going to tell you about some of my favorite lower calories fast food options. <br />
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McDonald's:<br />
Love it or hate it, McDonald's is as all American as apple pie. Ronald and his pals just ain't going away anytime soon (except for Grimace and the Hamburgler--what ever happened to those guys?). Many folks think that there can't possibly be any healthy choices under the Golden Arches; but that just isn't so. McDonald's currently offers several salads from which to choose. Now, like I've said before, you have to be careful here. Pouring on three packets of Newman's Own isn't going to do you any favors. But, if you can forgo the dressing, or choose a lighter variety, a salad might be a decent choice. <br />
When I think dining at McDonald's however, it is always a burger and fries kind of day. But, dieters can't have that right? WRONG. For me it is all about portion control here. Instead of choosing a supersize double quarter pounder extra value meal (AKA heart attack in a bag) I opt for a cheese burger, small fries and small coke. This weighs in at a respectable 680 calories. <br />
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Wendy's:<br />
Aside from the Baconator (970 calories), Wendy's actually has some fairly healthy meal choices. I'm not a huge fan, but I've heard lots of people swear by their chili. Pair it with a baked potato (leave off the cheese sauce) and you have a pretty decent meal calories wise. What I am a fan of is their Apple Pecan Chicken Salad. I usually order the half size with grilled chicken. It comes with a raspberry vinaigrette dressing which I leave off. The dressing itself isn't all that terrible calorie wise. It actually has a lot fewer calories than my favorite ranch. However, I find that I just don't need it. And if I can cut calories anywhere, I'm going to take what I can get. The salad has blue cheese crumbles, spiced nuts, apple pieces and cranberries. This packs enough of a flavor punch that I don't miss having dressing at all. <br />
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Subway:<br />
Like Jared, Subway is quickly becoming one of my BFFs. I really like the variety. Plus, as long as you steer clear of the fatty meats (pepperoni, salami, bacon) and mayonnaise based sauces, you are most likely going to stay well within your allotted calories. A couple of things to consider. Make sure you make a wise choice about the bread. Now at first glance, the flat bread might look like your best choice. Actually, it has more calories than both the white and the wheat bread. Also, don't be fooled by the wheat bread. It is not whole grain, so their really isn't any health advantage in choosing it over the regular white Italian (which has the least calories of all breads offered). Your best bet at Subway is the Veggie Delite. I will go on record as saying that it just isn't for me. This omnivore wants some meat between her bread (okay, that sounded kind of dirty). I really like the Turkey Melt. I can even have cheese on this and it still is under 400 calories. Even the tuna salad (which is my favorite) with its mayonnaise base, is less than 600 calories. Whatever I choose, I like to pile on purple onions and spinach. Veggie topping such as these add minimal calories and lots of flavor. <br />
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So, the bottom line is, do I think that anyone can survive on a fast food diet and remain healthy and satisfied? The answer is-- probably not. However, if you do your research, you will find that there are a lot more healthy options out there than you might think. Take it from a semi-reformed fast food junky. If you totally put the kabosh on all runs through the drive thru, then you are setting yourself up for failure. Denial breeds cravings and cravings breed a different kind of denial altogether---the kind of denial that keeps you from admitting to yourself that you need to makes some lifestyle changes. By making smart choices and planning what you eat before you order on auto pilot, you too can stop Super-Sizing yourself.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-11822526881589844962013-01-30T18:56:00.002-05:002013-01-30T18:56:35.305-05:00Eating Out on a Budget This entry is not about money management. I have many, many friends who seem to be whizzes at making and sticking to a budget. I will freely admit that I'm not one of them. Dave Ramsey? Who's he? Maybe my financial frivolity should be my next target area for person growth. Anyway, even though this post isn't about how to eat good and eat cheap, it does focus on dining out on a calorie budget. <br />
Dining out can be one of the major challenges for dieters. I love food. I especially love food that I don't have to cook myself. I enjoy the experience of going out for a nice dinner. Unfortunately, I also enjoy a quick dash through the drive through. Whether you are dining at a 5 star establishment or patronizing the good ole Golden Arches, sticking to your calorie range at a restaurant is no easy task. So, should dieters eschew dining out altogether. Should we swear off restaurants forever simply because we are afraid of losing control? I think not. I have come up with some tips that can help dieters to win the calorie war even when someone else is doing the cooking. <br />
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Erin's Tips for Dining Out.<br />
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1. EDUCATE YOURSELF! <br />
I'll be blunt. Unless you are a complete dumbass, I am sure that you realize that a Big Mac is going to pack a hefty calorie punch. I don't think anyone looks at those two all beef patties and thinks, "diet food!" But how many of us know exactly how many calories are in that American icon? Look it up! 770 to be exact. Here's what you might not realize. There are some of us out there that might think, "Hey, I know that a Big Mac is unhealthy. I think I'd do better if I trucked on down the road and got a grilled chicken salad at Zaxby's." Here's a news flash: Even though it is a salad. Even though you ordered grilled chicken and not fried. That "healthy choice" just weighed in at 785 calories. That's 15 more calories you've eaten than if you had stuck with your original choice. <br />
The good thing is that in today's information age, there is a wealth of information available to us at our fingertips. Almost all fast food establishments, and a growing number of sit down restaurants now 'fess up to the amount of calories in their offerings. McDonald's has even started posting there calorie count information on their menu boards. Take advantage of this openness. There really isn't any excuse for not knowing, other than the fact that you simply want to live in denial of those 2460 calories you just scarfed down (That's an Applebee's Appetizer Sampler Patter folks).<br />
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2. Exercise Portion Control<br />
I know this is hard. But if you compare the average American size portions to those offered in the rest of the world, you will see why Americans on the whole have the fattest asses on planet. We really don't need all that food that restaurants tend to pile on our platters. Add to that the fact that many of us suffer from what I like to call "Starving Kids in China Syndrome." We have been conditioned since childhood to clean our plates. Ladies, their is nothing ungrateful about saving a portion of your meal for later. Actually, it is really quite smart. <br />
There are a few quick and easy ways to help you fight the urge to over indulge. First, check to see if there is a smaller portion of your entree. Many establishments now serve "half portions" of popular items--especially salads. Trust me. Unless you are starving, even the half size is likely to be plenty to fill you up. Also, be a kid again! Order something from the children's menu. Cracker Barrel actually bills its children's menu as "for kids of all ages." Take them up on it! <br />
Another option is to ask for a box. Get the extra food off your plate BEFORE you start eating. Put it in the box and put it away. If you can't see it, you are going to be much less likely to eat it. Sometimes, I have no shame, but I will tell you that nobody--even me-- wants to look like a glutton. Dipping back into what you've already boxed is slightly taboo. You just aren't going to do it. The good thing about this approach too is that it leaves you with lunch for tomorrow! Bonus!<br />
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3. Plan Before you Go<br />
Anyone who knows me will tell you that I tend to be a fly-by-the-seat-of-her-pants kind of gal. But, I've come to find out that planning what I'm going to eat before I actually go out to dinner is one of the smartest things I can do. If I have a plan going in, I am much less likely to over indulge. Look up what you plan to order. Decide if it is in your calorie budget. Stick to your guns once the server comes to take your order. <br />
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4. Customize<br />
Now I know that like Bon Qui Qui, no server wants to encounter a customer with a "complicated order." I hate to break it to the wait staff out there, but customer satisfaction is part of YOUR JOB. If I need to make customizations in my order to help me reach my weight loss goals, then you are just going to have to deal with me. I have found that most reasonable requests however are treated graciously and respectfully. <br />
Here's an example. When I do visit Zaxby's I have them customize my salad order. I ask them to hold the garlic bread, cheese, and crispy onions from my salad. This cuts over 300 calories from my meal! That's more than enough so that I can merit a coca cola to go with (and y'all know what an addict I am). Honestly, I can't tell that much of a difference by forgoing the cheese and onions. I really don't like the garlic bread that much any way, but if its staring me in the face, I'm likely to eat it just because. The calories you save from simple modifications like this can really add up in the long run.<br />
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5. Know Who Your Friends Are<br />
Many restaurants are getting savvy to America's ever increasing waist line and trying to market to those of us who are watching what we eat. I'm sure this isn't altogether altruistic--its just smart business sense. Many establishments have "lighter portions" menus that offer some really good quality choices. For example, Applebee's has an entire "under 550 calorie" menu, some of which is endorse by Weight Watches. TGI Fridays has also jumped on the dieting bandwagon and offers a "Right Choices, Right Price" selection. Both of these restaurants have some really tasty options from which to choose. <br />
If you are dining somewhere without a special menu, you still have some allies that won't steer you wrong. Grilled entrees are usually a good choice. Veggies are usually a great choice for a side (NO-that doesn't mean broccoli casserole or fried corn--sorry chicks.) Stay away from anything fried or in a heavy sauce. Salads can be great, but when you load them up with cheese, eggs, croutons, and bacon, and then drench them in dressing, they actually can be more of a wolf in sheep's clothing than a dieter's friend. <br />
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I think that the best tip of all for dining out is to realize who is in control. That person is Y-O-U. If you're full, don't order that dessert even if the waiter tries to push it on you--that's part of his job too you know. (That by the way is one of my personal pet peeves. If I'm ordering from the diet menu, do you really think that I need that double fudge brownie?) Do your research, plan ahead, make informed decisions. But, above all else, if you happen to falter don't use it as an excuse to fall back off the wagon. Forgive yourself, dust yourself off, and get right back on it tomorrow. <br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-10981038686257604872013-01-29T15:54:00.001-05:002013-01-29T15:54:30.483-05:00Try Them, Try Them, You Will See The other day I came across Dr. Seuss's Green Eggs and Ham in my classroom library. I've always liked this book, and held its author in high esteem. Dr. Seuss really does has some wise insight. For those of you who have forgotten the premise behind this childhood classic, it is basically about a guy who convinces his friend to try something new and different. The friend initially refuses the overtures of the persistent Sam I Am, but is ultimately persuaded (much to his chagrin) to try the titular dish. Surprise, surprise! By the end of the story, he actually has developed a taste for the food he once so vehemently refused to try. That got me to thinking. How many foods do we pass up just because we don't think we will like them. Maybe there are some healthy food choices out there we should give a second look.<br />
Now y'all know I'm not going to eat anything that doesn't taste good. I've already told you how I've sworn off Greek yogurt forever and finally given over to my addiction to Coke (the kind in the can not the kind that you snort.) I know that sometimes we feel pressured to eat things that just are just plain nasty in order to feel like we are winning the weight loss game. But, I think that this kind of thinking actually works both ways. There are foods out there in diet land that unfortunately have a dubious reputation. Some of these foods, despite their bad press, are actually worth a try. Here's a list of my top three things I never thought I'd eat that both taste good and a good for you.<br />
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1. Rice Cakes<br />
I know what you are thinking. Rice cakes are the butt of every diet joke in the world. They have a reputation of being unfilling and totally devoid of taste. Call me crazy, but I actually think they are pretty yummy. I think the key here is to make sure they are fresh. I'm sure that stale rice cakes are somewhat akin to a cardboard box. I like the lightly salted variety. I don't think it is too much of a stretch to compare them to popcorn (albeit the air-popped variety and not the butter drenched movie theatre kind--Sorry girls, nothing that greasy-good is ever going to be low cal). I also like the carmel corn flavor. These make a sweet treat. I will tell you that unfortunately rice cakes aren't very substantial. If you are famished, these probably aren't the best choice. But, it you are looking for a crunchy snack, they might just be a good bet. <br />
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2. Whole Grain Bread<br />
I would hands down rather have whole grain bread than the white variety. Even if I wasn't on a diet, this is what I would choose. Whole grain bread gets a bad rap for being dry. Fresh, well made, whole grain is anything but. I like the nutty goodness that the whole grain provides. I like to find bread where I can actually see some of the seeds. Pepperidge Farm makes several excellent varieties. Also, for a little local flavor, I really like 9 Grain from Great Harvest. It is a little pricey and a little out of my way, but it is way, way worth it! One caveat: Even though whole grain is much healthier than its bleached out cousin, it is still bread. Bread is not exactly low calorie. When you compare calories you might even find that some varieties of whole grain bread are actually slightly more caloric than white bread. But eaten sparingly, whole grain bread is a wholesome addition to any diet plan. <br />
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3. Hummus<br />
For those of you who might not be familiar with this stuff, <i>hummus</i> is not the same as <i>humus</i>. Hummus is a Mediterranean spread made from Garbanzo beans (chick peas). Humus-- well, that's topsoil. When I first saw hummus I thought it looked a little like something you might spread on your garden. I'm not going to lie--it isn't the most aesthetically pleasing stuff in the world--but I will tell you, looks can be deceiving. I think it is delicious! Hummus is made with tabouli, which gives it a satisfyingly spicy kick. I like to spread it inside a pita pocket and top it with sprouts, spinach, or artisan lettuce. Then I sprinkle a little feta on top. Makes a very filling, delicious, and meatless meal. You can also use it as a dip for raw veggies. Hummus packs quite a protein punch, so it keeps you satiated. <br />
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When we diet, we often feel like we are making unimaginable sacrifices. Try reframing that. Dieting has actually given me the opportunity to try lots of things I never thought I would ever eat. This quick list just names a few. Sometimes, like green eggs and ham, foods that might not look so great are actually pretty damn tasty. In the immortal words of Sam I Am, you just have to convince yourself to "try them, try them, and you will see."<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-29092827488925703212013-01-28T18:29:00.001-05:002013-01-28T18:56:57.798-05:00Metamorphosis Much like a caterpillar who longs to someday transform into a butterfly, each one of us hefty gals has thin person buried deep inside. This other self is just waiting for us to get it together so that she can emerge. Before I started dieting, I felt much like that caterpillar--fat, squishy, lethargic--anything but beautiful. The road to a healthier and happier me is much like a chrysalis--a stage of anticipation. I'm not where I want to be yet, but I know that I'm doing something about it. The waiting is the most difficult part, but I know that eventually the transformation will be well worth it. So, who is this skinny girl who dwells within? What does she want? What will she be like when she spreads her wings flies free? Here's a list of 5 goals and dreams that I have for my thinner self:<br />
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1. I want to wear boots. Okay, this may sound, trivial and vain, but it is something that is important to me. I look at all you skinny bitches with your sexy, knee-high, high healed, kick-ass boots, and it makes me insanely jealous. I want to be a member of that club. Although those of you without a weight problem might not realize it, it is difficult for us larger ladies to find boots that will fit around our calves. Even when you order them (which I have done---never worn them), you have to order the "wide calf" variety. Who want's to wear those? Plus, tall boots require you to wear them on the outside of your pants. Even if I can squeeze my lower leg into the heifer size extended calf, they just don't look good when paired with the obligatory jeggings or stretch pants. <br />
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2. I want to feel comfortable going to the pool. I haven't been to a public pool in years. Any woman with a weight problem will tell you that the thought of parading around half naked in front of hundreds of strangers is enough to send you into a panic attack. The thought of sunning my cellulite in front of God and everybody down at the water park is just not fun and not worth it. I know I won't ever have a perfect bikini body. I really don't care if I do. I just want to read my Danielle Steele and catch some rays without feeling like a beached whale. <br />
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3. I want thighs that don't rub together. Okay, this one might be a stretch. I'm a pear. I'll always be a pear. I'm convinced that body shape is genetic. Like most of the women in my family, I will always be heavier on the bottom than I am on the top. But, I would love to know what it feels to have a little extra space between my left leg and my right. <br />
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4. I want to see my collar bone. I've heard that certain high schools are now requiring female students to wear shirts that cover this area. Apparently, your collar bone is sexy. I don't know--I haven't seen mine in a while. Apparently it is so sexy that teenage boys can't concentrate on calculus in the presence of such immodesty. While I'm not looking to corrupt any minors, I wouldn't mind having the over 30 crowd staring at something a little north of the other distractions on my chest. <br />
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5. I want to be able to paint my toenails without feeling like a contortionist. Those of you who have always been thin can't appreciate how difficult this can be for the larger set. Last time I did it, I think I pulled something out of socket (Don't take that line out of context---I'm still talking about my toenails.) You skinny bitches make it look so damn easy.<br />
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Even though I haven't reached these goals yet, while in this time of transition, I need to focus on the improvements I have made. I can exercise without feeling like I'm going to keel over. I can buy tops and dresses in the misses department. I don't have to worry about seat belt extenders on my next airplane ride. Those are things to celebrate. If I can reach these goals, I can certainly attain the others on my list when my metamorphosis is complete. I just can't wait to shed this cocoon and finally start living life as the svelte, lithe, beautiful creature I was always meant to be. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-71741428407722929432013-01-23T18:47:00.001-05:002013-01-23T19:23:12.097-05:00The 3 in Me Over the past year, I have noticed a real shift in the way I think about myself, my body, and my reflection. You know those really are three separate entities: Three separate Me-s. I think we all have this trifold view of ourselves to some extent, and part of becoming a better person (whether one is talking weight loss, or any other goal one wants to accomplish) is being able to merge these personas into one whole self concept. <br />
When I think about myself, this is who I am on the inside. The me without the weight. The crux of my inner being (okay that sounds a little hokey and new-agey but that's really what it is.) This is the me that doesn't change. The me that would be there if I weighed 100 pounds or 500 pounds. But sometimes, as an overweight person, I get bogged down in the weight to an extent that this part of myself doesn't shine through. I think that like me, many people with weight problems get so caught up in the "I can'ts" and the "I wish I coulds" that they deny the very parts of themselves that are the most honest and true and real. We put up walls to protect ourselves, and sometimes these walls are so high, or so thick that our authentic self is trapped. This is sad. <br />
The second aspect of myself is my body--the outside shell that houses the inner goddess inside (and we all need to start thinking of ourselves as goddesses--positive self talk girls). This is the me that we project to the world. Since everyone else can't look inside to see the me that's in there, sometimes this outside view is as good as gets. And unfortunately, people often judge the outside covering without ever taking the time to dig deeper to get to know the real person who dwells underneath.<br />
While my body is definitely not where I want it to be right now, it sure is a hell of a lot better than it was this time last year. For that I'm grateful--and damn proud of myself. Still, I get frustrated by my body's limitations. <br />
I want to be a runner. I have these dreams where I run and run and run without getting out of breath. I'm fast, I'm flying! (wait, maybe that's another dream). While I can run a much greater distance and for a much longer amount of time now that when I started, I am still not satisfied with what my body allows me to accomplish. <br />
Aside from my athletic shortcomings, another aspect of my body that still erks me is my clothing size. I'm now shopping for most of my tops and dresses in the regular misses department but I'm still scouring the racks in the plus size department for pants (except that one blessed pair of regular 18s I found yesterday!). This KILLS ME! I absolutely hate it. It is degrading. I just have to keep telling myself that with time, this too will change. <br />
The final piece that makes up my identity is the me that stares back from inside the mirror. Before I started dieting, I avoided looking in the mirror. I hated having my picture taken. I didn't want to see the person that I knew others saw. I'm going to get real here. I know that people look at me and see a fat person. Before I started dieting, they saw an even fatter one. The worst thing was when I looked in the mirror, I saw an even bleaker picture than everyone else was viewing. I often mentally likened myself Pillsbury Doughboy or the Michelin Man. I couldn't see the big expressive eyes that I have. I couldn't see an alabaster complexion (okay, I have a few zits but who's counting). All I saw was fat. Thunder thighs, stretch marks, cellulite, love handles, and cups that runneth over. I felt like a freak. I'm not going to tell you that I've found some miracle balm to heal all of my self esteem woes. Far from it. But since I've been taking command of my weight, I have noticed that I'm liking that person in the mirror a whole lot better. I am beginning to be able to see more of the real me in my reflection---and that is a fantastic feeling! I'm giving myself permission to explore the vice of vanity, and its really kind of exciting. <br />
So, am I there yet? Have I merged the the physical, emotional, and visual aspects of myself back into one? Not by a long shot. I still struggle. I look so forward to the day that the person in the mirror, and the person I present to the world are the same person that dwells inside my soul. But in the words of Virginia Slims (and not that I'm advocating that ;)) , "I've come along way, Baby," and I'm finally beginning to enjoy the ride.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-64366475842072324712013-01-22T18:51:00.003-05:002013-01-22T18:58:54.250-05:00Why I Don't Want to Shop at Fat Girls Anymore Yesterday, I reached a milestone. I bought a pair of jeans in the regular women's department. Now, let me clarify that by saying that they were still a size 18. But, they DID NOT have that ominous "W" plastered after the size. I've always hated that one little letter. Now intellectually, I know that it means, "women's" but in my head, that one little letter stands for "wide load." I'm not sure that I can find another pair of pants just yet that are sans this letter, but for yesterday, it was a small victory. One day at a time...I'm going to get there. <br />
This got me to thinking about plus size clothes in general, and in particular the problems that us big girls face when trying to stay fashionable. I found this clip from Designing Women that seems to some up how I feel about shopping in the "stout shop." <br />
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Just like Suzanne, I have always hated shopping in the plus size department. For one thing, it always seems to be relegated to some seedy back corner of the store. I always feel like the "women's" department is kind of like some ugly stepsister to the more glamourous and desirable "misses" department. I hate when I'm in an unfamiliar store, and have to ask (and its usually some skinny-bitch sales girl) just where the plus size department is located. Even though "its no secret I shop there" (inside joke) I always feel ashamed when I have to say it out loud. "Where is the (whisper, cough, mumble) "women's" section?" <br />
Although I know that the selection of clothes available in plus sizes has expanded (okay, expanded might be a poor word choice) over the years, it is still pretty limited. I'm constantly amazed at what designers think will look good on those of us that pack on more than a few extra pounds. I'm not sure if they are clueless, or if they really just don't care. I've got news for you though--big floral prints (especially over the boobs or butt) don't look good on any<em>body</em> and they are especially unflattering on us "Women of Distinction." Also, there are some things that should NOT be made in a size that fits me. I'm realistic. If a skirt or shorts hit is three inches below my butt cheeks, I can guarantee that its going to look like sh--. I don't care if its my size or not. <br />
You know though, I really don't understand why we have to have a seperate "fat chicks" section in the first place. You know, there aren't any sections for other marginalized groups of women. Oh no, that would not be politically correct. Its not like Macy's keeps all their flannels and Burkenstock in the "Lesbian's Department." It seems to me that it would make more sense to have all of the "ladies" clothing together and in a variety of sizes. When I have to shop in a seperate department, it certainly doesn't' make me feel "big and beautiful." It only serves to make me all too aware of how different and ultimately socially unacceptable my body is to the rest of society. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099801225042841215.post-64168592120244386382013-01-17T19:33:00.002-05:002015-03-28T00:03:41.987-04:00I Know You Mean Well, But...<br />
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I recently saw a brochure that offered advice on how to tackfully offer encouragement and support to the bereaved. It detailed helpful and encouraging comments and also outlined phrases and platitudes that are best avoided. For example, best not to tell your recently widowed neighbor that her "husband will be waiting for her on the other side," because all she's going to hear is," you're so old that you'll probably kick the bucket next." Important stuff to know. Nobody wants to cram their foot down their throat at the funeral home. I've seen it done a couple of times--and its not pretty. This brochure got me to thinking. Why isn't there a similar guide that tells folks how not to talk to fat people? It seems to me that there is an awful lot of unsolicited advice and condescending comments flying out of the mouths otherwise rational, likable, and well-meaning skinny folks. Somehow, hurtful as these comments are, they seem to be acceptable in our society. I've got news for you. They aren't. Here's my list of things not to say to anyone with a weight problem. <br />
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1. "You've got such a pretty face." This is the classic. Now, I know all you grandmas and skinny bitches mean well when you say this, but all us overweight girls hear is "It's a shame you're such a lard ass." <br />
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2. "You know, you're going to get diabetes" (or heart disease, or cancer, or scurvey, or rabies, or whatever other scare tactic they can round up). Here's the problem with this one. Yes, there is some truth in this comment. Everyone (even those of us with a weight problem) knows that excess weight carries health risks. But here's the deal. Unless you're my doctor, don't give me medical advice. I've heard it before. It already stresses me. I don't need your nagging to add to my stress. It makes me feel hopeless, and that is the opposite of helpful. <br />
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3. " Should you be eating that?" I wish I had a picture to go with this one. There's this face. A face that says, "I'm judging you..." No one likes to be judged, whether its for what they are eating, how many sexual partners they've had, or how they raise their kids. Either I am all too aware that what I'm eating is not good for me, and already feel guilty, or I'm doing the absolute best I can. I might even be on a diet plan that you don't know anything about. For example, crazy as it might sound to you, I reserve enough calories every day so that I can have a Coke. I feel guilty when people that know I'm on a diet see me drinking it. (okay, I know that sounds like an addict---I'm in therapy) But, that little luxury helps me stay on track in other areas. The bottom line is what I eat is my business, not anyone else's.<br />
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4. "Your body is shaped like a triangle--no, no, a circle..." Lane Bryant is usually a fat girl's friend, but I will have to say that if her sales girl ever tries to play geometry with my body again, I might punch her in the face. <br />
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5. "You know, if you would only exercise more, eat less, eat this, eat that, buy this....." If you aren't me, then you don't know what I'm going through. You don't know what will be a magic bullet for me. You know, there aren't any magic bullets. Overweight women know they have a problem. They want to help themselves. Most have tried everything in the book at least once. The key is for each individual to find what works for them. It is a personal issue, and quite frankly not your business. <br />
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6. "If you'd just try harder" Being over weight is difficult in and of itself. If you have never struggled with weight you don't know. Sometimes trying is not just physical. Its mental and emotional too. Sometimes our emotional feelings about our weight are an even bigger stumbling block than the physical stuff. I don't know any obese person that doesn't "try." We try every day. <br />
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7. "Have you ever thought about surgery?" Ouch. The answer is probably yes. If someone is big enough to look like they might need it, then I can damn well gaurantee you that they have thought about it. Here's the deal. Surgery is a big deal. It is life and death. It is a total life changer. I don't know anyone who jumps up and down saying "Please staple three-fourths of my stomach closed and reroute my intestines! That sounds like loads of fun!" There might be a variety of reason someone chooses to have gastric bypass or chooses to forgo the knife. Suggesting surgery when you don't know the particulars of someone else's case is not helpful. <br />
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The thing to remember is that people are people, no matter whether they weigh 110 pounds or 510 . All people deserve and want to be respected and free from judgement. Being overweight is hard enough as it is. Don't make it harder on those of us who stuggle by saying things that, however unintentially, will only cause us greater pain. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313302396033229525noreply@blogger.com0