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August 31, 2006

3 AM

Well, good morning, ClubMommers!  It's a very dark 3 AM right now, and I'm awake because it is too painful to sleep.  I've contracted the cold that my kids brought home from school (week three!) and I feel like my face has been kicked in. 

This is doing wonders for my food cravings, of course.  I have no appetite, and I can't taste anything - so why bother eating? 

I'm going to be trying to get rid of this cold as rapidly as possible.  I've been taking Airborne every three hours since I started to feel horrible, and I've been eating garlic with every meal (lovely, I know) - I suspect it might be not be enough.

In any case - I'm going to try to sleep sitting up, and see if I can't get some rest before the dawn breaks. 

August 29, 2006

Menu Monday - Day Late, Dollar Short

I'm beginning to suspect that I should have just made it Menu Tuesday, but it doesn't flow off the tongue as well.

So - this week, we've added several activities to our family schedule, and I've got even less time to make elaborate presentations.  The temptation is very strong to serve sandwiches every night. 

But there's no fun in that!  We've had a bite in the air lately, and I've started craving some of my favorite fall comfort foods.  While I'm not ready to abandon watermelon and corn on the cob yet, I'm ready for some warm, hearty one-dish suppers.  I just have to remember to eat a small serving, with healthy sides.

I'm going to raid my pantry this week, and make do with some of the groceries we've had hanging around.  Once a month or so, I like to drag all those unloved packages and cans forward, and see what I can make of them.  So - without further ado - my Day Late and Dollar Short Menu for this week:

Wednesday:  Crockpot chili with watermelon and french bread
Basically, I'm going to be sweating a chopped onion and a few cloves of garlic in olive oil, and then dumping it into the crockpot with a large can of diced tomatoes, a few cans of whatever beans I have on hand, and adding some chopped bell pepper, celery, carrots, and some cumin and chili powder.  I'll season it to taste before serving, and top it with sour cream or grated cheddar cheese.

Thursday: Creamed corn casserole, steamed green beans and sliced apples
This is one of my favorites: saute one chopped yellow onion in one stick of butter.  Once the onions are soft and fragrant, pour butter and onion into a 9x11 pan and spread evenly.  Mix one regular can of creamed corn with one box of Jiffy corn muffin mix (or make your own corn muffin dry mix) and add one can of corn kernels, drained.  Add an egg and then spread this blended mixture over the butter and onions in the pan.  Carefully spread a thin layer of sour cream over the corn muffin mixture, and then top with cheddar cheese and bake until the muffin mix is set and the cheese is nicely browned.  You can double the amount of the middle mixture if you want it breadier.  (So two cans creamed corn, two boxes of mix, two eggs, two cans kernels...)

Friday: Chicken and rice casserole with sauteed red bell peppers and eggplant
So, this is something my mom made, and my kids raved about.  Recipe will have to be obtained from Grandma.

Saturday: Baked oatmeal with sausage and homemade applesauce 
This recipe is Carmen's - and I swear to God that it is addictive.  I'll have to ration myself so that I don't eat the whole pan in one sitting.  Because it is THAT GOOD.  I'll update this post once I lay hands on it.

Sunday: Baked tilapia with baked potatoes and tossed salad
Yeah, well.  I'm winging this one.  I'll have specific information after I cook it.

That's the plan - do you guys miss having me do the grocery lists?  I can easily add those - I was never sure if anyone was using them. 

I want to know - what are your default meals for those days when you are crazy busy?  Do you even try to cook, or is it takeout all the way?  I'm looking for quick and easy... and healthy.

All Over The Road

This has been a really chaotic couple of weeks, what with the start of elementary school two weeks ago, and preschool this week.  I'm struggling to keep my meal times regular, and I'm not listening to my body's cues, either.  I'm finding that my meals are either an hour before I'm actually ready to eat, or a hour after I've become ravenous.  I've been suffering from headaches, too - probably from dehydration.

I also weighed in at 173 this morning. 

I assume that if I continue to keep my meals as scheduled as I can, my appetite will eventually adjust, but it is killing me.  Especially the headaches.  I'm carrying around a water bottle every where.  Hopefully, I'll get to the bottom of it soon.

I've still been pretty good about the exercise thing - I'm getting at least 30 minutes of good aerobic exercise a day.  Yesterday, I walked two miles, and then rode a scooter with my kids for 20 minutes, and followed it up with 20 minutes on my bike.  This morning, I rode my bike two miles, and I'll do it again this afternoon - unless I decide to walk.

I'm putting together my menu for this week later today - check back and see what I'll be feeding the family!

August 26, 2006

Strategic Food Preparation

The worst part of school lunches is bringing snack-type foods into the house again.  All summer long, I've been able to avoid buying salty snacks in bags, unless they were part of a planned meal.  But the kids love to take crackers and cheese, and they love those Snap Pea Crisp things, and fruit leather and meringue cookies...

I'm at home with a kitchen full of forbidden foods once again.  And no one would be the wiser if I took a handful of crackers out of the box right?  Or a few meringue cookies?  Those don't count, do they - the package says "fat-free" and all...

I've decided that I'm NOT going to fall victim to an open box of crackers again.  I eat at mealtimes, not in between.  Well, mostly.  Ssssh.

So here's my new strategy.  I buy the snacks I want to send in lunches, and then I spend half an hour dividing the packages of snacks into baggies, which I load into a large tupperware box and put high in the pantry, where I would have to make an effort to actually get at them.

The kids have also been loving mini-bagels with cream cheese, so I go ahead and make up the entire package of bagels with cream cheese (one brick of cheese covers 13 mini-bagels nicely) and bag those individually, too.  I toss those in the fridge.  I buy one-get-one-free eggs all the time, so I'll take one dozen and hard-boil them, while I'm dividing up snacks.  Then I'll mark each one with an "H" in crayon before loading them back into their carton and putting the whole thing back in the fridge.

As I've mentioned, I have been enjoying "fancy eggs" in the morning - on shopping day, I chopped one sweet onion, one green pepper and one red pepper, and scooped them into a container for the fridge.  I pre-grated some cheese too, so when I want my eggs, I can just open up the fridge, grab the pre-chopped and pre-grated stuff and get cooking.  I've been adding some freshly minced parsley too, which has been delicious.

Now - let's talk salads for a minute.  As some of you know, I asked the Mom Network's question of the week - I wanted to know "What's for dinner?"  There were some fantastic menus mentioned in the responses - and also some great questions.  Brenda L. asked if I had some ideas for salads.  She's trying to eat more fruits and veggies, and is getting tired of the same ole same ole. 

One of my favorite ways to get more veggies is to broil peppers, red onion, small red potatoes, eggplant, zucchini, even sliced corn on the cob and toss together.  I drizzle them with olive oil, and toss on some fresh herbs and add some garlic cloves.  I love it when they get all caramelized and fragrant. 

My dear readers - help me out here:  tell me your favorite salads and creative fruits and veggies ideas... 

August 23, 2006

Good News/Bad News

Hoooo-wheee.  I've been busier than the proverbial one-legged man in the butt-kicking contest this week, for no particular reason. 

I've got some good news, and some bad news.  Let's see... where to start?

We'll start with the bad.  (drumroll please)

I had to drop the bellydance class before I ever tried it.  My husband's work schedule has just changed, leaving me zero chance of ever making it to the class on time, if at all.  I'm pouting, just a little bit, because I was looking forward to it.  If only for the chance to get out of the house once a week without my toddler dangling from my body like an oversized handbag.

That's more of the bad news... my toddler has become surly.  At six days until her first morning at preschool, I am counting the milliseconds.  Not that I don't love the little demon darling - but girlfriend is testing my patience in a big way, and I've developed a facial tic from all the howling and pointing. 

What is it about toddlers and that disappearing armpit thing?  You go to grab them under their arms, and they raise their hands in the air and wave 'em like they just don't care while making the rest of their little bodies limp, and you can't get a grip.  We've done that more than ten times this week, and I'm really sick of it. 

All this howling and going limp and irrational behavior makes it really difficult to break her mood enough to get a workout in during school hours.  I'm walking one way most days, but we're walking with Kim and her children, so the only time my heart-rate rises above normal is when one of the kids dashes into the street. 

Oh, and I didn't go to Bikram Yoga last night - same icky work schedule problems.  I don't know if I'll go back.  I'm thinking on it, and I have a whole month to try again, but it's just really tough to steal two hours from my family right now to bury myself in the gym.

So, I'm feeling like an underexercised loser. 

Now for the good news -

I'm groovin' on the Low-Carbish menu I'm eating this week.  I'm not hungry, and I'm not tired, even without caffeine.  It's a big change in the way I've been feeling, and I feel like I'm on the right track.

I've also gotten into the habit of packing my own lunch at the same time that I'm making the kids' lunches.  I like not having to think about it... I just pull out my prepacked salad, toss it and plate it, and I'm good to go.

I weighed this morning, and I'm holding steady at 172.  I'll call that a victory.

August 21, 2006

Menu Monday - Living La Vida Low-Carb

As I mentioned in my post on Sunday, I'm going to be cutting back on my daily bread until I start to see some downward movement on the scale.  I'll be sticking with low-carb (but still real food) meals for breakfast and lunch, and finishing my day with a regular dinner. 

I'm also going to attempt a second Bikram Yoga session tomorrow evening, to see if my body will get used to the heat, and if the nausea that brought me down last time can be abated by hydrating.  I'll report in on that action on Wednesday. 

So - without further ado - The Living La Vida Low-Carb edition of Menu Monday.

Breakfasts will consist of two eggs and one ounce of cheese, plus bell peppers, onions, mushrooms.  I might do a crustless quiche with spinach, bacon and feta cheese.  You get the picture.  Fancy, uptown eggies. 

Lunch will consist of a salad using only low-carb veggies, drizzled with olive oil and vinegar, and topped with either chopped egg, tuna, or some grilled chicken or turkey.  I might make a crudite plate with veggies and serve with a vinegarette for dipping, along with some sliced cheese.  I also like spicy green beans, or sauteed bell peppers, so we'll see what I come up with.  Lunch is mainly about veggies (about 2 cups, to be precise) with a small serving of protein (3-4 oz)

Dinners.  Now here's the fun part!  Let's start with Tuesday this week.

Tuesday night - mild whole bean and cheese enchiladas, topped with sour cream and guacamole and served with a green salad.
Wednesday night - crockpot mac and cheese, served with a cup of tomato soup and steamed broccoli
Thursday night - homemade calzone, stuffed with ricotta, mozzarella, and kids' choices of sauces and other ingredients.  Using the bread machine to get the dough ready.
Friday night - baked spinach with water chestnuts, garlic and parmesean cheese in heavy cream, and topped with panko bread crumbs dotted with butter and pork tenderloin, with fruit salad.
Saturday night - Chicken stew, with popovers and watermelon
Sunday night - Spaghetti with garlic bread and green salad.
Monday night - Waffles and sausages with sliced apples

August 20, 2006

Yo! Gah!

I woke up this morning after a rough night of bed-hopping kids and pee-pee accidents, and felt myself sliding toward anger before my head was off of the pillow.  This is not the way to wake up.  Although, let's be blunt, waking up to three children screaming and crying is not a good way to wake up in general. 

Note to self:  Tranquilizer darts.  Get some.

I've been thinking about giving Bikram Yoga a shot, on the recommendation of several friends.  Grace Davis made a particularly good case for it a while back.  When it became obvious that I was going to  walk around with my body twanging from stress, I decided that today would be a perfect day to get away for a ninety-minute session.

Ninety.  90.  Nine Zero Minutes.  The hell?  I find that a little over-the-top, don't you?

Okay, let's just establish that I'm a big wimp.  I like my intense exercise in 30 minute blocks.  Or, okay, 20.  Beyond that, I'm a withering flower.  I wilt.  And start pouting.  And, depending on what time of the month it is, I also get really nauseous.

Go, on.  Guess what happened?

I arrived at the class with my pink mat and a bottle of water and a washcloth. I rented a towel from the front desk, and confessed breathlessly to the instructor that it was my very first time at Hot Yoga.

He was gracious and explained how the program works, and demonstrated the opening breathing movements so that I wouldn't be completely lost from the opening exercise.

I tiptoed into the locker room and dropped off my sweatshirt and BlogHer tote bag.  Opening the door to the studio, I wandered through the mats, looking for a spot where I could sweat and cuss under my breath in relative peace.

Holy hotness.  I was glowing from the moment I closed the door behind me.  I glanced around and saw everyone else laying down on their backs.  Okay.  I spread out my mat in the very back of the room and lay down.  I wasn't sure of the rules, but I figured that smiling at people was okay.  I was too fidgety to stay on my back, so I sort of rustled around, spreading my towel, arranging my face cloth, opening and closing my water bottle.  At the appointed time, the instructor came inside and got the class started.

I got through the first set of poses, sweating and cursing the size of my body.  It's hard to do some of these poses when you are overweight. I warmed up and enjoyed the stretching sensations, but the heat was making me woozy.  As we approached the balancing section of the workout, I felt like I was going to puke.  I sat down and tried to chill.  I lay down on my back, and stared at the ceiling.  Waves of nausea continued to wash over me, and I figured I had better make a run from the room, just in case.  I hurried to the front of the class, and exited into the cool women's changing room.

Within a few moments, I was fine.  I didn't puke, and the nausea disappeared.  I mopped the sweat off of my limbs and face and waited for a chance to sneak back into the class.  Sheepishly, I entered between poses.  I dodged and weaved around my transitioning classmates and jumped back in with my chubby-thighed version of tree pose. 

I survived, and was able to do most of the poses, however imperfectly. It was a huge challenge for me, and as I worked my body and sweated (and sweated, and sweated some more)  I felt the tension just leave.  I don't think I have ever been so happy to just lay on the floor. 

Buh-bye, tension. 

In short, I found Bikram Yoga to be a worthy challenge.  They had a new member's special of $29 for a whole month's unlimited classes.  In reality, I don't know how many classes I can work in during an average week, but I'm going to try to go a few times this next week, and see if I start acclimating to the heat. 

Oh, and I stepped on the scale when I came home, and it said 172.  Buh-bye extra three pounds from yesterday. 

August 19, 2006

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A New Angle

I stepped on the scale this morning, to a blinking 175.  Three pounds gained in one day.  This sucks.

I know that this is my bloating time of the month, and I'm prone to swings in my weight of up to five pounds, but COME ON.  It took all my fortitude to not throw the scale at the wall.  I'm just not seeing the results I want to see, and it's pissing me off. 

After the birth of my oldest, my husband and I both lost about 15 pounds in six weeks.  We did it by restricting carbohydrates two meals a day, and eating one regular meal a day.  Since we were doing it together, but he was eating lunch out almost every day, we decided that lunch would be our regular meal, and we would eat a low-carb dinner.  He ate his Chinese food, his burritos and deli sandwiches, while I mainly ate sandwiches.  And ice cream bars.  Come dinner time, all the "yummy" was off-limits.

Thus began my experiments with low-carb dinner cooking, most of which was frankly unpalatable.  Following the recipes I found, I made things like (gross) baked cabbage, weird chicken and sour cream dishes, the same list of low-carb veggies over and over and over.  It made me very uninspired and made me feel very much like I was on a diet.  These dishes were not things that I would prepare for myself willingly, but I was enjoying the weight loss that came with the lack of appetite inspired by the meals I was preparing.

I lost weight, though.  I was miserable, but I lost weight.

When I read The Fat Fallacy, it promised that I could have all the yummy foods I love, in moderation.  I indulge in some wonderful real foods, and I have taught myself to eat smaller portions.  I'm not miserable at all.

Except that I'm not losing weight, beyond a few pounds and a few inches spread over a few months.

So!  Here's a what I'm a gonna do:

I love making a delicious dinner that my family will enjoy.  The carbs stay at dinnertime.  Period. 

But here's something I realized this morning -

I can eat my protein breakfasts, and salad for lunch like usual, and just eliminate the extra carbs I've been consuming at these times of the day.

So, instead of a yogurt with buttered toast or a bowl of oatmeal, I can make an egg and cheese omlette with bell peppers and onions.  I can live with that.  Add a slice of Canadian bacon and I'm sure I'll be satisfied all morning long. 

My lunch salads will be fine, as long as I leave off the dried fruits and nuts, and toss on some chicken or tuna or other source of protein.  I can totally do that, too!  I won't die if I don't have French bread or crutons with my salad.

The focus will still be on real foods, prepared simply.  Perhaps keeping the carbs to a minimum for those two meals will make the difference.  I'm crossing my fingers.

I'm also thinking that to keep myself more in line with what I see on other weight loss blogs, I should have an official weigh-in day.  Does anyone have a preference for one day over another?  Give me some ideas here.

So, there you have it.  Big Slice, revised. 

August 17, 2006

Back in the swing of things

Today was the second day of the elementary school year, and I had already lost some of my enthusiasm for the return to classes.  My kids were sluggish this morning, and I found myself running behind schedule by a few minutes right from the start.

No matter.  I stood guard over the breakfast table, ensuring that the oatmeal laced with cream and butter was actually being eaten, drinking my decaffeinated coffee.  Let's just say that if you ever decide to quit caffeine once and for all, and you succeed...don't start drinking it again, and then expect that quitting (again) is going to be easy. 

After breakfast, the kids stepped into the outfits we had selected the night before, we did all of our grooming things and made it out the door with packed lunches and everything.

Thanks to your fantastic ideas, my children took sliced cheese, a small apple, some crackers, a small yogurt and a meringue cookie.  That pretty much exhausted the "fun lunch" stash from my pantry, though, so I made plans for a trip to Trader Joe's to fill in the gaps before the weekend.

Before I could shop, however, I had to actually get the kids to school.  We made it out the door for our walk to school right on time, and joined our neighborhood friends for the mile.  It is foggy here in the mornings, but the temperatures have been mild, so the walk has been painless, if a little slow.  I even brought my neuotic pooch along for the walk.

We got the kids into their classes, and then took our little kids to play at the park for an hour.  My youngest rolled in the sand, slid belly-first down the wet slide and stomped through a nasty puddle.  My friend (Kim! You guys know all about Kim.) and I kept an eye out as her son and my daughter got filthy.  Once the kids had exhausted themselves, we headed for home.

Kim's son is almost three, and he can and does ride his bike (with training wheels) back and forth to the school.  He was cracking me up this morning - he's figured out how to slam on the brakes and make skidmarks.  Every two feet, he'd brake and go "eeeeeeeee" and then point out the tiny black smudge.  My daughter was suitably impressed. At least for the first couple.  Then she was over it, but bless his heart, he kept pointing them out. 

Once we made it back home, I took a quick shower with my sand-covered primate of a child, and then we headed off to Trader Joes for some quality shopping.

Why?  Why did I ever complain about how difficult it was to shop with one child?  We had ourselves a good old time, wandering up and down the rows, choosing blueberries and strawberries, tortillas and more meringue cookies.  We bought more Greek yogurt for me, and fruit leather for the kids.  We bought some chocolate bars and a couple of bottles of wine.  We tossed in some eggplant and zucchini for a planned broiled veggie side dish.  We left the store with several heavy bags and light hearts. 

Back at home, I quickly unloaded and put away the groceries, and it was time to go pick up the big kids.  We took the van, because I was sure that my son would be exhausted after his first long day of school ever. 

I was wrong.  Again.  As usual.  The kids were full of happy energy, so I turned them loose on the playground while I caught up with some of my favorite moms.  We closed down the park, and came home ready for some reading and relaxing before dinner.

Now that the kids are tucked in bed, I am finally getting a chance to stretch out my body and relax my mind.  It feels good.  I'm going to do my P.M. Yoga tape, and get to bed early. 

August 16, 2006

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August 15, 2006

Ten ways to stay motivated on your diet

I've received a couple of requests for tips to stay motivated on the way down the scale.  I've got ten suggestions that may help:

1) Choose an eating plan that isn't going to be a royal pain-in-the-patootie to follow. 

My personal rule on this is that I'm not going to cook two different dinners every night.  I try to include at least one food that is 'kid-friendly' in every meal, but they eat what I eat - no more Chef Boyardee or Neon Orange Mac and Cheese. 

Also, I was miserable trying to count points and calories and fat grams... I chose The Fat Fallacy because it is more relaxed on the actual structure of the eating plan.  Which leads me to number two:

2) Diets are for the short term.  Lifestyle changes, including daily exercise, a healthier diet and smaller portions, are long term solutions. 

Diets sort of suck.  I mean, you can really and truly lose weight, but what happens when you do?  If you lose all the weight, or some of the weight - but you've been eating in a way that is going to be difficult to maintain for the rest of your life, you're not going to be motivated to keep eating that way.  You don't become thin and lose your taste for cheesecake - so either you have to learn to eat in moderation, and deal with stress in another non-food related way, or you're going to be dealing with some backsliding. 

3) Get yourself a set of eating rules to live by, and post them on your fridge.

When I was thin, I had these unwritten rules that I lived by that helped me monitor the portion sizes I ate, the types of food I ordered in restaurants, and the exchanges I would allow.  For example, an ice cream cone was fine, if I took a walk on my lunch break.  I always had a salad before a meal, and planned to take half of my entree portion home.

My rules now:  A serving of protein at breakfast.  A salad for lunch.  No sodas.  One glass of juice a day.  Three meals, no snacks.  I shoot for 8 servings of veggies and 2 of fruit a day.  I fail on this, a lot.  But when I'm reaching into the fridge to make dinner, I try to pull out a veggie in every color I have.

4) Change the way you grocery shop - have a plan.

I really started packing on the pounds when I first lived with my husband.  He grew up on Hamburger Helper and canned chili over rice, Spaghettios and Mac and Cheese.  We'd eat these giant plates of these boxed entrees and maybe a single vegetable on the side.  I gained about 30 pounds that first year.

I used to go into the store without a plan.  I'd just wander down the middle aisles of the store, tossing packages of side dishes and boxes of entrees into the cart.  Now, I plan out my menu for the week, make a detailed shopping list, and since I'm not shopping for mixes or kits, I find that my shopping rarely takes me into the middle aisles.  I spend most of my time in the produce section and the dairy case, with quick stops at the bakery and meat counter. 

5) Change the way you cook.

Instead of relying on nutritionally bankrupt kits and mixes, try fixing some real foods in a simple way.  Cooking doesn't have to involve hours and big bucks.  Take a look at my Small Slice album to see what kinds of foods we eat around here.

6) Add in some exercise that makes you smile.

We all know that we are supposed to be ''feeling the burn when we workout.  For full-figured women like myself, it doesn't take much to go straight past burn into meltdown.  I hate sweating.  I hate hurting.  And I hate any exercise that makes me do either. 

But here's what I've learned about myself:  I am a lousy runner.  But I love to walk.  I'm  horrible at lap swimming, but I love to flip around and pretend I'm a synchronized swimmer or a mermaid.  I would rather die than do aerobics - unless it is some corny offshoot like Cardio Striptease.  I like to play, rather than work. 

Here's the other thing - working out, or playing hard, it makes me a nicer person.  It burns off some of the frustration I carry around from parenting, it gets all those lovely endorphins rushing around, and it allows me to laugh.  I laugh because I can't get the steps right.  I laugh because my kids are delighted at my mermaid impressions.  I laugh because I'm not focusing on the end of the 20 minute tape, or the last mile I need to walk.  I'm laughing because I'm having fun.

You don't get a medal for suffering through boring workouts.  Find something that sounds like fun, and get busy.  Netflix rents fitness DVDs.  There are all sorts of cheap or free exercise classes through local recreation and parks departments.  Heck, just go to the park with your kids, and do whatever they do for an hour.  You'll be amazed at the fun you're having, and the quality workout you get.  And if you don't like something, try something else.

7) Blog it.

I know that blogging is new to a lot of people, and can be scary.  Few women would willingly talk about their weight loss plans online, right?  WRONG.  Check out the Fat Fighters directory in my sidebar.  Do a Google search.  You'll see that there is a huge community of bloggers who are cheering each other on, and sharing their progress. 

Feeling fat, isolated and depressed can make it difficult to reach out to people in your own community.  Our own families are often unable to motivate us to make the life changes we really want to make.  Having a place to record your thoughts, connect with other people who face similar challenges, and build a community of your own is invaluable for those of us who don't have a support system in real life.

The internet is a fantastic place to find support, information and friendship.  Free blogs are available through www.blogspot.com and a zillion other sites. 

8) Appreciate who you are today.

There is a lot of self-loathing that goes on in the head of a dieter.  Many of us eat for entertainment, or as a coping mechanism.  We become angry with ourselves for letting ourselves gain weight.  We often don't take the time we should with our appearance.   What does it matter, right?

If you are dragging around in pants that are two sizes too small, or two sizes too big, or stretched out men's teeshirts, or constantly wearing yoga pants or sweats, here's my advice:  take a friend who will be honest, and go shopping.  You need to have a couple of fresh outfits that fit you and flatter you at your current weight.  It doesn't have to cost a fortune - just a new pair of jeans and a few fresh teeshirts can be enough to change your whole outlook.

Respect yourself now, or you'll never have the strength to keep on keeping on with your diet.  Forgive yourself for being heavy, let go of the anger, and allow yourself to move forward. 

9) Expect some failure.

Rules were made to be broken, and sometimes you just need some cheesecake.  If you fall off the dieting wagon, never fear.  Once you surface from your sugar-coma, acknowledge that you overdid it, and take note of how your body feels.    That sluggish feeling that follows overeating isn't a good one.  Rather than punishing  yourself with more overeating, or a drastically sparse day featuring only iceberg lettuce, take a deep breath and go back to the planned menu. 

If you spiral out of control on vacation, or if stress causes you to lose control, remember that they don't crown winners for losing weight, nor is anyone keeping score to make sure that you never step out of bounds.  Take a deep breath, and start again. 

10) Set small goals and celebrate each one.

When you have lots of weight to lose, the thought of all those pounds can discourage even the peppiest of optimists.  Trust me.  I'm three months into this, and I've only lost 8 pounds.  It's frustrating me to the extreme. 

When I reach 10 pounds lost, I'm going to get a massage.  I am not focusing on the whole 50 pounds - I've got two pounds to go, and then I'll work on that next ten. 

These are just a few of the ways I try to keep myself on track.  I'd love to hear some of your tips for staying motivated when you are working towards a weight loss goal.

 

August 14, 2006

Let's Talk Lunches

Last night, I took a preliminary run to the grocery store to stock up on items to send in the kids lunches.  I left all the kids and my husband at home, and wandered up and down the aisles, unable to collect my thoughts enough to shop wisely, and several months out of practice with the whole lunch packing thing. 

Wait, I'm about a year out of practice... for most of the school year, I allowed the kids to just buy their lunches at school - which meant that they ate a ton of pizza.  And chocolate milk.  Hhummph.

My kids aren't really sandwich eaters - they like grilled cheese and sometimes peanut butter, but they don't eat tuna or turkey or ham, and they usually arrive at home after school with a twisted, smashed sandwich, sweating in its unopened plastic baggie.  They will eat bananas at home, but send one in a lunchbox, and fuggedabouddit.  I am trying to stay away from pure garbage - "fruit" snacks, chips, cookies, technicolor yogurts in plastic tubes... basically, the mainstay of the school lunch, if you ask my kids. 

So what do I feed them?  I need quick, healthy and not-too-messy.  I need a snack and a lunch that will get them through a school day that lasts 7 1/2 hours.  Here's what I've come up with so far:

Cheese
Whole grain crackers
Hard-boiled eggs
Celery with peanut butter
Yogurt
Sliced french bread
Baby carrots
Nuts and dried fruit
Granola bars?  I have to find a good brand that isn't all crap.
Bagels with cream cheese
Apple
Olives

I'm seriously drawing a blank here.  I need some ideas. 

We've made good strides this summer with real foods - but the elementary lunch room is a hotbed of faux-foods.  From those Lunchables with the processed everything individually wrapped, to the aisles of affordable but nutritionally bankrupt crap at Costco, parents are offered all sorts of quick and easy lunchbox options - most of them as chemically-laden as a can of spray paint.  I've been smugly avoiding the purchase of this stuff all summer, but I sense a disturbance in the Force ahead.  I have to be strong, and trust that my kids will eat the healthy foods that I pack for them.  I'm hoping that by getting them involved in the lunch choices, I can convince them not to spend the lunch hour mooching off of their Lunchable packin' friends.

I'm officially down to 172 as of this morning, and while it feels good to have some success, I think Mel has the right idea, and I need to have a short-term goal to focus on.  My 34th birthday is coming up in early October, and I'd love to be down to 155 pounds.  That's a stretch, considering that it has taken me three months to lose 8 pounds. 

That's 17 pounds.  By October 6th.  I had better get myself busy.

August 13, 2006

Menu Monday - the Back to School edition

It seems like it all went by in a blink.  As of this Wednesday, school is back in session.  I would perform an interpretive dance to share exactly how complicated my feelings are about this, and you would love it, I'm sure, but I've got too much left undone, and two days left to make it all happen.

With the return of the school schedule, I'm going to have a bonafide reason to walk every day, as well as a more concrete schedule for the family's meals. As much as I love the lazy days of summer, I am craving more order.  Watch, in about one week, I'll be complaining about being owned by the school calendar, and how I wish I could just set my own schedule.

I'm fickle like that.

The school is exactly one flat, easy-to-walk mile from my front door.  The preschool that my three-year-old will be attending is also one easy-to-walk mile from my front door, and about half a mile from the elementary school.  I have no excuses, barring extreme weather or traumatic limb loss.  So here it is:

Walking for school drop offs five days a week @ 2.5 miles roundtrip.
Walking for school pick ups three days a week @ 2 miles roundtrip.
Optional walking home on the other two days - I'll have to see how tired my kids are, and if they can walk home and then do their sports on top of it. 

That's 18.5 miles a week.  Minimum.  I think I'll have to find a way to make it an even 20 miles a week. 

Before we get to this week's menu - I want you all to take a look at your daily routines and see where you can squeeze a little more exercise into your day.  I'm not talking about extraordinary methods here.  I want to hear your ideas!

SInce this is going to be a hectic week, I'm going to be keeping dinners simple and easy to prepare:

 

Monday night - sliced fruit, grilled mini turkey burgers - turkey, chopped celery and onion with a splash of soy sauce (on the Foreman grill) with avocado/jicama/cilantro/lime salad and baked beans

Tuesday night - sliced french bread, cream of potato soup, green salad

Wednesday night - FIRST NIGHT OF SCHOOL Crockpot Lazy Chicken - frozen chicken breast tenders and a jar of vodka pasta sauce in the crockpot, simmered until the chicken is tender and shreds easily (this is The Womom's recipe) over wide noodles with steamed broccoli and sliced apples

Thursday night - sweet potatoes topped with vegetarian chili and sour cream, green salad

Friday night - curry with garbanzo beans and cauliflower, over steamed brown rice, peas and carrots and watermelon.

Saturday night - homemade pizza with rootbeer floats.

Sunday night - whole roasted chicken stuffed with garlic, mashed red potatoes and green beans tossed with parmesean and almonds.

Be sure to check out the (finally updated) Small Slice album over in the left sidebar for an idea what my typical menus consist of, and how it looks when it is all put together on a melamine salad plate from Target.  Heh.

Still with me?  I've been asked if I really get a good workout on my mini-trampoline, which remains my favorite home-gym item.  My son shares my enthusiasm for the mini-trampoline, and was inspired by the sounds of Playhouse Disney's new music videos of Choo Choo Soul.  I caught the whole thing on video, and let me just say that the boy is totally stealing my moves.  Go have a laugh (and remember that I taught him everything he knows about rebounding.)

August 11, 2006

Here I Go Again

I've been talking a lot about balance lately.  How do you make time for everything you need to do, and still find time for what you want to do?  How do you decide what is a need, and what is a want?  Where do you draw the line?

Most people have a fuzzy-edged border between the two.  I want to exercise, but I need to blog first.  I need to exercise, but I want to sleep in. 

Those of you who know me in person have seen how easily distracted I am.  I'm like a magpie, collecting shiny things for my cluttered nest.  I'm not exactly a planner.  In fact, my "spontaneous" looks an awful lot like "chaotic" sometimes.  When my kids were still babies, I skated by with nary a plan.  And it was fine.  It fit perfectly with my procrastinating skills - if we didn't get out for a walk today, oh well.  There's always tomorrow.  If I didn't find the time to fix a good dinner, and ate four granola bars and a bowl of ice cream, there was always tomorrow to make up for it. 

With my days revolving around the school schedule and extra-curricular activities for the kids in one short week, I'm starting to freak out a bit.  I decided to take a proactive stance, and write up a little schedule for myself.

Hee hee hee hoo hoo hoo - the Lamaze breathing IS good for something.  I filled in the varying school schedules, the horseback riding lessons for my daughter, and the gymnastics for my son, and penciled in the preschool drop offs and pick ups.  Then I stood back and looked at the calendar. 

Where was the time for me?  Where was my time?

Sometimes, spontaneous doesn't work.  I know, because for the last five years, I've been meaning to take a dance class, learn to knit, have dinner with friends, start a revolution, lose weight...

I always tell myself that tomorrow is the day.  I'll make up for today's lapses tomorrow.  I'll call my friends tomorrow and set a date for dinner.  I'll overthrow the patriarchy and found a commune tomorrow.  I'll stick with my eating plan tomorrow.  And then tomorrow comes, and the day gets away from me, and...

Looking at that schedule of family activities, I decided to make the time for me.  I pulled out the community recreation schedule, and signed myself up for a Tuesday night bellydancing class.  Ha! Hee! Hoo!  I wrote the course dates on my calendar in pen.  I'm doing it.  And I'm already plotting for dinners out, and knitted scarves, and revolutions.

As a mother, there is a lot of pressure to put ourselves last.  We turn our needs - eating well, exercising, getting enough rest, time for ourselves - into optional wants.  There is supposed to be virtue in sacrifice, but when we neglect our needs, what are we offering to our family?

Balance - I'm not sure that one bellydancing course is going to bring it back to my life.  But I'm realizing that just like the 8:08 drop-off at school, some needs of my own need to be scheduled and non-flexible. 

Here I Go Again

I've been talking a lot about balance lately.  How do you make time for everything you need to do, and still find time for what you want to do?  How do you decide what is a need, and what is a want?  Where do you draw the line?

Most people have a fuzzy-edged border between the two.  I want to exercise, but I need to blog first.  I need to exercise, but I want to sleep in. 

Those of you who know me in person have seen how easily distracted I am.  I'm like a magpie, collecting shiny things for my cluttered nest.  I'm not exactly a planner.  In fact, my "spontaneous" looks an awful lot like "chaotic" sometimes.  When my kids were still babies, I skated by with nary a plan.  And it was fine.  It fit perfectly with my procrastinating skills - if we didn't get out for a walk today, oh well.  There's always tomorrow.  If I didn't find the time to fix a good dinner, and ate four granola bars and a bowl of ice cream, there was always tomorrow to make up for it. 

With my days revolving around the school schedule and extra-curricular activities for the kids in one short week, I'm starting to freak out a bit.  I decided to take a proactive stance, and write up a little schedule for myself.

Hee hee hee hoo hoo hoo - the Lamaze breathing IS good for something.  I filled in the varying school schedules, the horseback riding lessons for my daughter, and the gymnastics for my son, and penciled in the preschool drop offs and pick ups.  Then I stood back and looked at the calendar. 

Where was the time for me?  Where was my time?

Sometimes, spontaneous doesn't work.  I know, because for the last five years, I've been meaning to take a dance class, learn to knit, have dinner with friends, start a revolution, lose weight...

I always tell myself that tomorrow is the day.  I'll make up for today's lapses tomorrow.  I'll call my friends tomorrow and set a date for dinner.  I'll overthrow the patriarchy and found a commune tomorrow.  I'll stick with my eating plan tomorrow.  And then tomorrow comes, and the day gets away from me, and...

Looking at that schedule of family activities, I decided to make the time for me.  I pulled out the community recreation schedule, and signed myself up for a Tuesday night bellydancing class.  Ha! Hee! Hoo!  I wrote the course dates on my calendar in pen.  I'm doing it.  And I'm already plotting for dinners out, and knitted scarves, and revolutions.

As a mother, there is a lot of pressure to put ourselves last.  We turn our needs - eating well, exercising, getting enough rest, time for ourselves - into optional wants.  There is supposed to be virtue in sacrifice, but when we neglect our needs, what are we offering to our family?

Balance - I'm not sure that one bellydancing course is going to bring it back to my life.  But I'm realizing that just like the 8:08 drop-off at school, some needs of my own need to be scheduled and non-flexible. 

August 9, 2006

Smoked Bacon, Anyone?

A few years back, I did all my shopping online.  For everything.  As a result I've ended up on who knows how many catalog mailing lists, and I get a hefty stack every month.  I've written to have myself removed from the lists but it seems that I get re-signed up every time I so much as blink.

Anyway, today I was flipping through the pages of "Time for Me" - a collection of weight loss aids, miracle cures, girdles and vibrators.  I came across this little gem in the Amazing! Weight Loss! section:
90675 These flavor sprays have no calories, no carbs, no sugar and no fat.  What's not to like, right?  But what exactly do you put into a spray bottle to simulate the taste of Smoked Bacon?  Or Cheddar Cheese? 

This is exactly the type of chemical dieting mumbo jumbo that made me choose The Fat Fallacy in the first place.  I wanted to see what was in these things, so I clicked over to the Flavor Spray site.  From the get-go, my hackles were raised.  First of all, they use a black and white graphic showing food being spritzed with this stuff, and suddenly going technicolor.  The thing is, the food they are showing looks pretty damn good before it is colorized.  I'm not buying the fact that a spritz of Mochaccino juice on my fruit salad is going to make it better.  What's wrong with eating fruit salad that tastes like, I don't know, real fruit?

I loved this part:

Also,             our Sweet and Sinful Sprays can be sprayed directly into your mouth.             (do not use our Savory sprays in this manner due to their concentrations).

When I was a teenager, my mom and I both went on some sort of packaged diet plan.  I want to say the time I'm thinking of was Nutrisystem, but we tried quite a few different ones.  Anyway, we were sitting at the kitchen table, each with a tall glass of orange liquid that we understood from the packaged powder to be an "orange sherbert shake."

"Mmm," said my mom.  "Tastes just like...orange powder."

For the same amount of calories, we could have each had a small glass of real orange juice, but instead we were choking down this "healthy alternative." Hell, we could have had a small serving of orange sherbert.  It didn't make any sense then, and it continues to baffle me why people would eat like this.

So, back to our Flavor Spray discussion.  I enjoyed this little quote, too. 

Miss USA             Chelsea Cooley uses the Flavor Sprays             whenever she needs to fill a craving for something sweet.
 

            "Since they are so low in calories, I like to experiment with             the Flavor Sprays when I want to indulge in something             sweet. My favorites are Cookies & Cream on marshmallows and Chocolate             Fudge on strawberries. I am always looking for different ways to indulge             without the guilt or extra pounds," explains Cooley.

Aaargh!  A quick glance at the recipe section encourages people to eat rice cakes sprayed with a flavor, and whipped topping with a spray of hot fudge flavoring...

Looking for ways to indulge without guilt or extra pounds?  This isn't the answer.  How many of those marshmellows do you think Miss USA eats?  It's just weird and wrong.  The goal isn't to cheat the system and get more treats - the goal isn't to keep your sweet-tooth jacked up on artificial spray.  The only way for me to get to a moderate eating style is to train myself to not crave the constant surge of sweet that is found in packaged foods. 

Why not just taste the asparagus, or the steak, or the potatoes, or the strawberries?  Why not use real herbs and spices for flavoring?  What about a little pat of real butter?  Are those calories and fat grams really going to kill your whole diet? 

Is standing in front of your pantry, alternating spritzing your tongue with cheesecake flavored spray and raspberry bubblegum spray the answer to controlling your cravings? 

This makes me nuts.  Seriously, people.  Eat real food.  Eat small portions of real food, and enjoy it. 

August 8, 2006

When The Going Gets Tough...

...The tough probably do something about it, unlike me.  I spent most of yesterday feeling shell-shocked and whiny.  I made falafel and salad for dinner, and about 3 bites in, I didn't feel half as bad as I thought.  By the time I was finished with dinner, I was mellowed out and able to think clearly.

This week, I'm going to put myself in remedial eating school, because I've been sliding backwards with my eating - not in portion sizes, but in every other area.  It is affecting me both physically and emotionally. 

The thing about my hissy-fit tantrum misunderstanding pig photo taking breakdown this weekend is that it is completely out of character.  I am, at least 99% of the time, comfortable in my own skin.  I assume that people like me.  I don't feel judged or secondary to my pants size.  I go about my business and don't take myself too seriously. 

Yet, my husband makes a random comment and I go off the deep-end about it.  Suddenly I'm the 1000 pound pig in a box, a side-show attraction.  Could my mismanaged eating and sporadic exercise be the cause of this sudden attitude change?

I'm thinking it can.  Here's why -

I've been focusing a large part of my diet on processed grains and dairy fats.  I've reintroduced caffeine to my diet, near-daily.  I haven't been eating my daily salad for lunch, and my breakfasts have either been skipped, or contain no protein.  My dinners have been okay, but the focus has been on the pasta, the potatoes, the rice... with balance, this would be fine.  I am out of balance.

I gave up caffeine in all forms this spring, at the recommendation of my doctor.  It signaled a major change in my ability to stay mellow. Over the last month, I've had the occasional cup of coffee or soda (if there were no other beverage options besides tap water) and since returning from BlogHer, I've been drinking a cup every morning.  I could buy decaf, but I haven't.  I need to listen to my body and let caffeine go, once and for all.

The focus on processed foods and my greek yogurt obsession has brought my food balance to its knees.  I am not making smart choices.  I know, for example, that I need to start my day with protein to keep me from grazing my way to lunch.  Drinking coffee will often take the edge off any morning hunger, and I'll skip breakfast entirely - making me ravenous by lunch.  Instead of enjoying my daily lunch salad, I've been eating pasta, sandwiches, lots of bready items, with little or no vegetables.  By dinner, my body is crashing, and I snack my way through preparing the meal (and the cleanup, too.)

No wonder my weight isn't budging.

With school starting in a week (Hi!  I'm not even sort of ready!) I've been making big plans for how I'm going to use those hours to get a solid routine working.  It dawned on me this morning - I can't rely on life to leave me alone for those hours.  It is like I said long ago:  the only way I'm going to get consistant exercise is to play alongside my kids.  I might be able to squeeze in a class or a walk by myself, but the bulk of my active hours are consumed with child-rearing.  We do it together, or I don't do it at all. 

Guess what choice I've been making?

Today I will make smarter choices.  Today I will play with my kids and eat an egg for breakfast and have a salad for lunch.  I will smile, and stop making oinking noises at myself in the mirror.

Fairphoto1

I'm learning once again that I have unlimited do-overs.  And that's pretty cool.

Thank you all for your loving comments and support - it means the world to me to know that you are cheering for me.  We are going to do this.

August 7, 2006

Some Pig

The scale blinked at me this morning, sedately displaying my weight.  176.  I pulled the hairband out of my hair, and tried again.

176.

I'm trying to be accepting.  I'm trying to stay encouraged.  I'm trying to let go of the anger and frustration.  But it is right there, and it is fighting for control.

Yesterday, my husband and I decided to take the kids to the county fair.  I prepared myself for the challenge mentally, by reminding myself that there are plenty of things to enjoy besides fried foods, and decided to make a game out of taking photos of the vendors instead of purchasing their wares.

So far, so good.  I wrestled the kids into outfits, smeared them all with sunblock, and pulled on a yoga-style tank top and some shorts.  I asked my husband to put some sunblock on my shoulders, and he said, "Don't you have a shirt that will cover that?"

I felt as though I had been slapped.  He raised an eyebrow at me as I pushed past him with tears in my eyes.  I went into the bedroom and changed into a long sleeved shirt and pants.  When I reappeared, he didn't comment, although he looked confused.  I climbed into the van for the ride to the fairgrounds, determined to let it go. 

He didn't say that I looked fat. 

But that's how I felt. 

As we were walking towards the entrance gate, he remarked: "Why didn't you just put a teeshirt on or something?"  I snarled at him, something to the effect of "I wanted to cover ALL my fat so I didn't offend anyone."

His eyes widened, and it dawned on him why I was so angry and hurt.  "Oh!  I didn't mean you are fat... I just thought since you had that bad sunburn this year you should wear a shirt that covers all of your back and..."  I have no doubt he didn't understand my reaction.  I have no doubt that he had logic behind his comment.  But still.

I grimaced but I couldn't let it go.  All through the day, I found myself watching other people, sweating in my long pants and long sleeves, wishing I could just enjoy myself without feeling so self-conscious.  It was the first time in many years that I remember being unable to Charlotte's Web myself into believing that my size is just fine.

It's not just fine.  That's why I'm here on ClubMom.  I can usually divorce myself from the pain of feeling judged for my appearance, but a casual comment from a loved one can put me into a spiral of self-doubt these days. 

This all goes back to the fact that I've been horrible at following diets all my life, and rather than beat myself up about failing to succeed, I am quick to embrace the "non-dieting" lifestyle.  Watching my calories?  Not for me!  Paying attention to balancing my meals?  No thanks!
Piggie I push aside the pain, the disappointment by accepting myself on one level, while using my infamous self-deprecating streak to remind myself that I know I've failed yet again on another. 

I took this photo at the fair.  There was a little booth where you could see the "World's Largest Pig 1000 lbs!" for 50 cents.  I snapped the shutter with the intent to post it here, with a joke about how I made some money exhibiting my fine self at the fair.

It's just not funny.  I'm rather raw about the whole thing, still.  I feel as though I lost some of my bullet proof armor, and I'm not able to blithely shove my weight issues to the back burner.  It hurts in a surprisingly deep way.   

Is this the rock bottom that I've heard about?  I don't think I've ever felt so defeated.

August 5, 2006

Funky.

We didn't end up going to the fair today.  I spent much of last night wandering my house, waiting for tylenol to kick in.  I have this new, apparently hormonally triggered back pain thing that causes me to ache and quake.  I couldn't find a comfortable position, so I paced around the house, taking breaks for a few yoga poses that triggered spasms and left me exhausted.

Around 4 am, I managed to get comfortable on the couch, so I slept there, until my children got up at 6 am.  This made me cranky.  Really, really cranky.

I started out my day in a funk, and by midmorning, I managed to involve the whole family.  The kids were fighting, I was stomping and hollering, and my husband was alternating between hiding and trying to inject some sanity into the proceedings.  It was his call to move our fair visit to tomorrow, and a wise one, judging from the headache I'm sporting.

I'm determined to head out to the fair tomorrow, but before I do, I want to squeeze in a walk around the neighborhood.  I am desperately in need of endorphins, people. 

August 4, 2006

Fried Foods On A Stick

I've been feeling under the weather today, and instead of swimming or walking, I did some half-hearted upperbody work with weights, and then complained a lot.  A LOT.

Then I clicked over to see that by this point, Mir will be twenty miles into her sixty miles.  I am so proud of her! 

So, essentially, I have nothing to complain about, except my own sloth.

Tomorrow, the hubs and I are planning to take the kids to the county fair.  We say we are going for the kids.  The kids love the fair!  They do!  They... oh, alright.  I love the fair.  I love the fair because of all the deep fried foods on sticks.  And in paper dishes.  And cotton candy. 

*sob*

I find it hard to look forward to the fair this year, because I know that we are looking at at least one hissy fit from at least one of the three children, and I will be surrounded by yummy foods that I have no business eating.  I will have to content myself with taking photos of livestock and looking at flowers and keeping whatever kid is close to the edge from taking a flying leap into tantrumland.

For years, I've looked forward to the food portion of any trip.  More than that - I can actually remember what everyone ordered and ate on any holiday or vacation. 

What?  Stop looking at me like that.  My sister remembers the name of every dentist we have seen.  We're gifted.

Tomorrow, I'm going to take a photo of all those food booths.  I'm going to ponder the fried twinkie and the fried snickers from a safe distance.  I'll admire the colors of the cotton candy, and enjoy the sight of people wandering around with corndogs the size of their forearm.  Then, I'll seek out the relatively healthy fare available from the Mexican food vendors, and choose something small, made from real food, and sit down to enjoy it with my family. 

Something tells me it will be just as satisfying.

August 3, 2006

One Way To Do It

A great way to avoid eating everything on your plate is this:

  • Fill your plate with yummy dinner.
  • Place the plate on the seat of your dining chair so that you can photograph it for your silly little online album.  You are short, see, unlike the lovely and talented Tracy of Picture This, so you find that you get better shots if the subject is lower than table height.
  • Realize that the camera is in the other room.  Go get it.
  • Return to see your dog scarfing up your carefully proportioned plate. 

Well, then.  That was simple!  You can't eat what has already disappeared, can you?

Lucky for me, I hadn't passed out all the food, and was able to put together another plate for myself.
Damn dog.

August 2, 2006

3-2-1

I'm sitting here typing away with a stack of three Thin Mints cookies sitting near my elbow.  They've been sitting there since earlier this evening when my husband helpfully brought them to me.  I haven't decided whether or not to eat them.  I certainly haven't eaten much else today.

I have a confession to make.  I am really struggling with getting back with the flow of my schedule.  There is a chaos to my days, and it interferes with eating well.  I've fallen back into the habit of feeding the kids, with the intention of feeding myself at a leisurely pace after they've lost interest.  What ends up happening is that I end up skipping meals.

Surprise, surprise.  I'm not losing weight because my body is hoarding calories.

I have another confession.  I just ate one of the cookies.  Mmmmm.

It has been at least a week since I had my regular burst of daily exercise, too.  I am seeing a dramatic shift in my moods, and my abililty to bounce back.  Earlier this year, I was struggling mightily to keep myself level.  I was alternating between frustration and apathy over many of the important tasks I should take pride in.  Suspecting seasonal depression, my parents suggested that I see a doctor and find out what I should do.

Several appointments and sessions later, we never figured out exactly what the problem was, but I received some basic good advice on ways to manage my stress, and re-prioritize my workload.  I became determined to make some lifestyle changes, returning my wandering focus to a healthy home and family. 

Both the therapist and the doctor that I saw recommended a daily 30 minutes of exercise for balance.  I've been pretty good about it, until this week.  As a result, I've been on edge, forgetful and prone to grab any old food.  Physical activity makes all the difference between a successful day, and a day that I end up with cookie crumbs in my cleavage.

Okay, one cookie left.  I just ate another.

I've got the grocery store delivering the ingredients for the week ahead tomorrow.  Instead of the fantastic bell peppers I had planned, I ate a bowl of soup with sliced french bread and a small salad.  And two cookies.

Tomorrow is a new day.  I plan on hitting the ground running.  I just threw the last cookie away.

August 1, 2006

Menu Monday, er...Tuesday - Now with bonus goals for the month!

You know, this traveling and conferencing and eating out has really taken a toll on my good intentions.  I am a little frustrated with myself, because I feel like I am not staying true to the spirit of Big Slice of Life, Small Slice of Cheesecake.

When I began this blog, the goal was to lose weight by eating simple, healthy meals based on The Fat Fallacy suggestions, and choosing family friendly exercises that I could perform with my children participating.  Now, all these weeks later, I find that I'm not staying true to that plan.  I'm not eating simple, balanced meals at regular times of the day all that often.  I'm tackling exercise that the kids can't or shouldn't participate in (Hello, Striptease Aerobics!)

In short, I'm stripping it down (aerobic-style!) and returning to my original mission.  I believe that I can see a greater loss of pounds and inches if I just stop messing around, and keep myself accountable.

Socializing around the pool at BlogHer, I felt a familiar twinge as I scanned the crowd of chatting women.  So many smiling faces, so many different body types - all of them beautiful.  I am not changing my eating and exercising so that I can look like anyone else.  I merely want to be as fit and healthy as I can be.  I deserve it. 

With a mere 16 days left until my children return to school, I hereby proclaim:

1) I will eat a good breakfast (with protein!) with the kids and leave the house for a brisk walk to the park every day until school starts.  I will leave the house by 8 am to do this. 

2) I will take my kids to the swimming pool every other day for at least one hour. 

3) We will eat dinner as a family, with a goal of spending at least 35 minutes at the table before someone starts throwing food or getting squirrelly.  I will install seat belts and feed chutes if necessary.

4) I will not find myself with my arm buried up to my shoulder in a giant box of cereal when I'm not even hungry. 

5) I will stop with the excuses on the Small Slice Album, and I'll get back to posting nightly, with recipes and everything.***

I think that's it.  I don't want to get too list-ambitious.

To summarize, I'm going to eat simply, with my family, and exercise, with my family.  Sounds simple, right?

(You guys haven't met my family.  Bwahahahahaha.)

Alrighty.  We need a menu.  Which means I need to shop tomorrow.  Extra cardio, people! 

Wednesday night:  Stuffed bell peppers - filled with tomato sauce, rice, black beans, corn, cilantro, chopped onion and garlic and topped with plain Greek yogurt.

Thursday night: Grilled sweet potatoes, corn on the cob, shish-kabobs (probably chicken with pearl onions, pineapple, cherry tomatoes, zucchini and bell pepper) with watermelon.

Friday night: Broccoli, browned ground turkey and water chestnuts, oregano, garlic and onion mixed with sour cream and mozzarella in puff pastry with sliced apples.

Saturday night: Falafel served with veggies for dipping in hummus and my beloved plain Greek yogurt.

Sunday night: Club Sandwiches with a cup of soup and salad.

Monday night: Homemade mac and cheese with steamed veggies.

***Opinions needed:  should I move my SmallSlice Album to Flickr, so that you guys can comment and ask questions, or is it fine where it is?  You would still just click on a link on my main page here.  Let me know if you guys would enjoy commenting.

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Forgive me, ClubMom, for I have sinned...

I went off on a mistaken blogging vacation, and have only found my way back now.  BlogHer was fun - a little too much fun!

Despite my food choices (bacon!) and many alcoholic beverages and sodas, I am holding steady at 174 pounds.  I am surprised, but delighted.  Portion size and eating pace really does help - as does great conversation with great company.  I was chatting so much that I am surprised I managed to eat anything at all. 

It was good for my self-image to attend BlogHer this year.  I had the opportunity to see myself through the eyes of affectionate people, and although the pictures are multiplying on Flickr as we speak, I have no anxiety about it.  I see the photos, and remember how I was feeling at that moment (probably tipsy!) and suddenly, it doesn't matter how big my arms are.  I felt truly accepted and embraced.

I'm finishing up my laundry and dusting off my workout clothes for a trip to the park with my kids.  It's good to be home.  I'll get this week's menu up this afternoon. 

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