I won! I Won! I WON!!!!!!! I really should have prepared an acceptance speech. First and foremost I want to thank my heavenly father....just kidding. I worked really hard, had some really nice weigh ins and the scale Gods are shining down upon me. It was nice to have a little extra incentive, especially with the holiday season here. Thanks Coach K for organizing this challenge and thanks to all who participated, ya'll made me bust my ass. ( It probably does not hurt that I was most likely one of the largest asses in the competition, yes, even with a now 56 pound loss, so I had more percentage to lose) but no matter, I will take it and it will motivate me to continue to work hard and reach my goals. Speaking of which, 10 pounds to my first original "weight" goal. I don't think I will get to my size goal with just another 10 pounds, so I will most likely up my goal. Part of me is not sure I will ever reach my size goal as I just don't see my calves getting a whole lot smaller and they don't make single digit sizes with ginormous calf circumference.
I shall do my measurements this week and see if the calves even even lost at all. I'll keep ya posted :)
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
The day of reckoning
Final weigh in day for the $140 challenge is today. I had a pretty good run. Two weeks of really good losses and a decent one this week. (More on that later). I think I have a good chance to bring home the prize, but not knowing who all 7 were who participated, there could be a dark horse or two in the running. (I am secretly hoping Thanksgiving tripped everyone up....not that I'm not being supportive, or wishing someone ill, I'm just hoping they drank the gravy, cuz Mama wants some Christmas cash.)
Anyway...I sort of felt like i was on the Biggest Loser this week, doing my last chance work outs. I logged 50 minutes on my elliptical last night and another 40 this morning. I take Drew into the school to lift weights at 7, SO I set the alarm for a little before 6, jumped right out of bed and hit the elliptical, ran him into the school, came home, weighed in and got ready for work. It was not a bad way to start my day, I gotta admit it!
I was hesitant to step on the scale this morning. Yesterday I was having a bad self image day. Its funny, when I have a bite or two of off plan things and drink a few beers, ( I helped my brother move on Saturday, so a few beers were had during the event. I figure with lifting the couch, deep freeze, refrigerator and dryer, not to mention the countless boxes and trips in and out of both houses, I burned off the beer calories. (Yes, just my brother and I moved the big things, I am She-Ra Woman of Steel) Anyway, when I have BLTS (bites licks and tastes) and beer, I feel like I get instantly "puffy". I swear yesterday, my face looked like it did 54 pounds ago. Add into that mix the big sweater+leggings and tall boots that is supposed to = cute, instead equaled lumpy and bulky and I felt like I could dive headfirst into the cheesecake that's hiding in my freezer. All of that led up to the 90 minutes of exercise in the last 24 hours. Evidently it paid off...this morning's weigh in was another 2 pounds gone. That's 12 pounds (if my math is correct, I'm leaving the charting up to Coach K, I'm not a numbers person) in the last 3 weeks. WOWZA!
So, now I wait to see if I pulled off the victory, either way, 12 pounds is a victory. Now, I just have to keep my exercise regimen up the rest of the week, as Mexico is one week away and (Please cover your eyes for this part or feel free to beat me when you see me Coach) I don't anticipate being 100% while on vacation. I anticipate making "better choices." The seafood is amazing, so that won't be a problem, it will be the "fruity drink concoction menu" that we attempt to make our entire way through that will hang me up and quite honestly, a free trip to Mexico doesn't come along everyday, so my Fuck it attitude is going to win out...I'm just being honest here. I will however, pack my workout clothes and PLAN to, when Dan is at his required meetings, go to the fitness center, or perhaps run on the beach. So, I am going with a plan in mind. I am also hoping to see a good loss next week to give me some cushion for Cancun.
New (to me) food: I shouldn't say this food is new, I have had it before in my life, (just not with such regularity) zucchini.... I eat the shit out of this stuff now. I put it in/with everything. (I feel a little like the Vince Vaughn character in Wedding Crashers when he talks about putting maple syrup on everything) but seriously, grilled chicken, add steamed zucchini...shrimp stir fry...add zucchini...sautee zucchni, add peppers and mushrooms and top with a little marinara...add them to my scrambled eggs, you get the picture...I am having a big ol fat love affair with my zucchini right now. (and not that way, get your minds out of the gutter) :)
Anyway...I sort of felt like i was on the Biggest Loser this week, doing my last chance work outs. I logged 50 minutes on my elliptical last night and another 40 this morning. I take Drew into the school to lift weights at 7, SO I set the alarm for a little before 6, jumped right out of bed and hit the elliptical, ran him into the school, came home, weighed in and got ready for work. It was not a bad way to start my day, I gotta admit it!
I was hesitant to step on the scale this morning. Yesterday I was having a bad self image day. Its funny, when I have a bite or two of off plan things and drink a few beers, ( I helped my brother move on Saturday, so a few beers were had during the event. I figure with lifting the couch, deep freeze, refrigerator and dryer, not to mention the countless boxes and trips in and out of both houses, I burned off the beer calories. (Yes, just my brother and I moved the big things, I am She-Ra Woman of Steel) Anyway, when I have BLTS (bites licks and tastes) and beer, I feel like I get instantly "puffy". I swear yesterday, my face looked like it did 54 pounds ago. Add into that mix the big sweater+leggings and tall boots that is supposed to = cute, instead equaled lumpy and bulky and I felt like I could dive headfirst into the cheesecake that's hiding in my freezer. All of that led up to the 90 minutes of exercise in the last 24 hours. Evidently it paid off...this morning's weigh in was another 2 pounds gone. That's 12 pounds (if my math is correct, I'm leaving the charting up to Coach K, I'm not a numbers person) in the last 3 weeks. WOWZA!
So, now I wait to see if I pulled off the victory, either way, 12 pounds is a victory. Now, I just have to keep my exercise regimen up the rest of the week, as Mexico is one week away and (Please cover your eyes for this part or feel free to beat me when you see me Coach) I don't anticipate being 100% while on vacation. I anticipate making "better choices." The seafood is amazing, so that won't be a problem, it will be the "fruity drink concoction menu" that we attempt to make our entire way through that will hang me up and quite honestly, a free trip to Mexico doesn't come along everyday, so my Fuck it attitude is going to win out...I'm just being honest here. I will however, pack my workout clothes and PLAN to, when Dan is at his required meetings, go to the fitness center, or perhaps run on the beach. So, I am going with a plan in mind. I am also hoping to see a good loss next week to give me some cushion for Cancun.
New (to me) food: I shouldn't say this food is new, I have had it before in my life, (just not with such regularity) zucchini.... I eat the shit out of this stuff now. I put it in/with everything. (I feel a little like the Vince Vaughn character in Wedding Crashers when he talks about putting maple syrup on everything) but seriously, grilled chicken, add steamed zucchini...shrimp stir fry...add zucchini...sautee zucchni, add peppers and mushrooms and top with a little marinara...add them to my scrambled eggs, you get the picture...I am having a big ol fat love affair with my zucchini right now. (and not that way, get your minds out of the gutter) :)
Monday, November 29, 2010
Success?
For those of you who haven't checked out the blog "escape from Obesity," also a blogspot blog, please do so. Her subject matter today is Success without Perfection. It's a good one. Lynn (that's her name) says that you can have success without having perfection. That's true, partly. With the plan I am on, in order to have the kind of success one truly desires, you pretty much have to be perfect. No bites, no licks, no tastes, no beer, no wine...measuring everything, tracking everything...perfect. When I was/am perfect I see 4-5 pound losses per week. Phenomenal results. When I am not perfect, I don't see those results. Does it make me any less successful? Perhaps. In the immediate, yes, I am less successful if I am not perfect. When I look at the big picture, no..any loss is a loss and if I see progress without being perfect I am successful. (I think my thinking on that comes from being a Cyclone fan all my life. A loss (of weight) is a loss no matter how it was achieved no matter how ugly it was, like a win is a win, no matter how it was achieved or how ugly it was, and I'm perfectly okay with that.)
I know that when I am not perfect, I am only prolonging my time on this program, spending more dollars in food in order to get to my goal and pushing my goal back by days/weeks/months. Its a vicious cycle that I have come to accept.
Now, how about you? Can you accept success without perfection? Great..wonderful, you may be getting your head wrapped around this whole little game called a lifestyle change. If you cannot accept it, then good luck with whatever plan you choose, there will be no pleasing you. Life is not about perfection. NO ONE is perfect all the time. You will fail if you expect to be perfect every step of the way. Sorry, life's a bitch.
My rambling half assed point here is this....you do not have to be perfect to be successful. You have to be accountable to yourself and satisfied with the results you are getting. Be happy that you're seeing a loss of one or two pounds and not a gain. Be happy that your face looks thinner when you look in the mirror. Be happy that you have to buy new skivvies because your old ones are falling off your ass. BUT, If you find yourself making excuses or "settling" perhaps its time to re-evaluate the "why" in all of this.
Oh and one more thing...I don't think that the white shorts will make the trip to Mexico...their passport has been denied. NOT because they don't fit...they do. Its that whole "skewed perception" thing I have going on..you see, when hanging on the hanger, the white shorts looked like a normal pair of white denim shorts that would work wonderfully in Mexico. My problem with them is once you take them off the hanger and pull them over someone who has curves and an ass, her ass cheeks literally stick out the bottom of said white shorts. While I am all for a good pair of "shorts" I don't think Dan's bosses need to see those "cheeks" smiling at them. Sorry white shorts, your passport is just not valid.
I know that when I am not perfect, I am only prolonging my time on this program, spending more dollars in food in order to get to my goal and pushing my goal back by days/weeks/months. Its a vicious cycle that I have come to accept.
Now, how about you? Can you accept success without perfection? Great..wonderful, you may be getting your head wrapped around this whole little game called a lifestyle change. If you cannot accept it, then good luck with whatever plan you choose, there will be no pleasing you. Life is not about perfection. NO ONE is perfect all the time. You will fail if you expect to be perfect every step of the way. Sorry, life's a bitch.
My rambling half assed point here is this....you do not have to be perfect to be successful. You have to be accountable to yourself and satisfied with the results you are getting. Be happy that you're seeing a loss of one or two pounds and not a gain. Be happy that your face looks thinner when you look in the mirror. Be happy that you have to buy new skivvies because your old ones are falling off your ass. BUT, If you find yourself making excuses or "settling" perhaps its time to re-evaluate the "why" in all of this.
Oh and one more thing...I don't think that the white shorts will make the trip to Mexico...their passport has been denied. NOT because they don't fit...they do. Its that whole "skewed perception" thing I have going on..you see, when hanging on the hanger, the white shorts looked like a normal pair of white denim shorts that would work wonderfully in Mexico. My problem with them is once you take them off the hanger and pull them over someone who has curves and an ass, her ass cheeks literally stick out the bottom of said white shorts. While I am all for a good pair of "shorts" I don't think Dan's bosses need to see those "cheeks" smiling at them. Sorry white shorts, your passport is just not valid.
Friday, November 26, 2010
So..... (warning food porn involved)
the big day/big meal is over. How did we do stalker friends? I know I did just so-so. I was semi on plan and I am okay with it. I would like to point out, and please know Kristie, I say this with mucho love and respect, but when you say, "If you must have a bite or two of that 'favorite thing' you'll be surprised at how satisfying it is," I say BULLSHIT! While yes, the bite or two was scrumptious, I was not satisfied, I wanted more. TWO BITES OF STUFFING WAS NOT SATISFYING...it was torture. In fact, I made my family take all of the stuffing they thought they could possibly fathom eating, put it on their plates, I took my little 3 bite pile and then in the middle of dinner went and fed the dogs the rest of the stuffing. Happy Thanksgiving puppies, hope you liked it.
Two bites..okay three bites of the caramel drizzled pumpkin poke cake was not satisfying either...It was heavenly, in fact, it ranked right up there with anniversary sex...It was pumpkin cake with fudge and sweetened condensed milk poured into the holes, topped with cool whip and drizzled with caramel. (I did at least use lite cool whip if that counts for anything.) I told the kids, "Not that I want you to eat nothing but cake today, but IF there is cake left when I get home from work today, there will be hell to pay."
I did stay on plan, having a chocolate chip pancake/muffin for breakfast, drank tons of water, had my cauliflower mashed fauxtatoes, green beans and turkey breast. I did have several pieces of celery and baby tomatoes with my home made crab dip, made with FF cream cheese. I did not eat anymore my meals than the one I had for breakfast, mostly because I was not hungry at all.
I did have no problem getting up this morning and whipping up my dark chocolate mocha shake. I had a bar for snack and a bag of soy crisps with my tomato soup for lunch and am feeling good. I have learned on this journey that you cannot let one or two bad decisions ruin it all. You have to get back up on that horse and ride him. I am riding for all I am worth today. (My problem today has to do with the fact that I was sent to take pictures at Julefest,.,,SURE send the one with the shopping problem to a SHOPPING EVENT...that's a BRILLIANT idea. At least I got paid my time and mileage, however, I spent what I would end up making at my first stop. Oh well, tis the season!)
Two bites..okay three bites of the caramel drizzled pumpkin poke cake was not satisfying either...It was heavenly, in fact, it ranked right up there with anniversary sex...It was pumpkin cake with fudge and sweetened condensed milk poured into the holes, topped with cool whip and drizzled with caramel. (I did at least use lite cool whip if that counts for anything.) I told the kids, "Not that I want you to eat nothing but cake today, but IF there is cake left when I get home from work today, there will be hell to pay."
I did stay on plan, having a chocolate chip pancake/muffin for breakfast, drank tons of water, had my cauliflower mashed fauxtatoes, green beans and turkey breast. I did have several pieces of celery and baby tomatoes with my home made crab dip, made with FF cream cheese. I did not eat anymore my meals than the one I had for breakfast, mostly because I was not hungry at all.
I did have no problem getting up this morning and whipping up my dark chocolate mocha shake. I had a bar for snack and a bag of soy crisps with my tomato soup for lunch and am feeling good. I have learned on this journey that you cannot let one or two bad decisions ruin it all. You have to get back up on that horse and ride him. I am riding for all I am worth today. (My problem today has to do with the fact that I was sent to take pictures at Julefest,.,,SURE send the one with the shopping problem to a SHOPPING EVENT...that's a BRILLIANT idea. At least I got paid my time and mileage, however, I spent what I would end up making at my first stop. Oh well, tis the season!)
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Thanksgiving
Here is a typical menu at my family Thanksgiving.
wine
cheese and crackers and crab dip
relish tray
wine
olives and pickles and pickled herring
wine
wine
turkey, dressing, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, gravy, three salads, green bean casserole, macaroni corn, dinner rolls with real butter and more wine
pie, cake and other desserts
wine
leftovers
more wine and more pie
One can usually skip a course or two of wine if you drink beer or hard liquor SOOO my plan, club soda with a slice of lime, everyone will assume I have achieved full time lush status and am drinking vodka or gin...no one will be the wiser. Since my dad's MI, we are also forgoing the green bean casserole in favor of sauteed green beans and we are skipping the macaroni corn. I plan to load up on turkey breast, sauteed green beans, olives and hit the relish tray pretty hard. The point of this is...go with a plan. Have the plan in your head, it makes it easier to stick to the plan, remember what the coaches say, "If you fail to plan, you plan to fail."
One of the biggest challenges you may have is the family members asking why you're not eating this or that, or Aunt Edna trying to load your plate down with her "famous cranberry fluff." Here are some ways to avoid that:
If you have a family like mine, who sets the food out on the counters, everyone walks through, fills their plates and scatters to wherever the folding chairs are set up, its easy to put exactly what you can have on your plate, as most of the time, the first few through the line are done eating by the time the last few even get seated.
If you have one of those families who has to all sit down at the same time with placecards and watch the turkey being carved, your clandestine efforts may start to come into question, if you simply don't want to talk about your plan (which obviously works so why wouldn't you brag about it?) You can always put a few spoonfulls of the offending cranberry fluff, or stuffing or whatever, on your plate, stir it around and then excuse yourself.
Otherwise you can always say you're not feeling so well, let off a few Medifarts and no one will question what you do or do not eat....
My point is, your biggest challenge this weekend might not even be the food, it will most likely be people questioning what you are eating...don't let them dictate what you put into YOUR body, change the subject, toss back a club soda, start acting drunk and walk away....
Happy Turkey Day, Ya'll..
wine
cheese and crackers and crab dip
relish tray
wine
olives and pickles and pickled herring
wine
wine
turkey, dressing, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, gravy, three salads, green bean casserole, macaroni corn, dinner rolls with real butter and more wine
pie, cake and other desserts
wine
leftovers
more wine and more pie
One can usually skip a course or two of wine if you drink beer or hard liquor SOOO my plan, club soda with a slice of lime, everyone will assume I have achieved full time lush status and am drinking vodka or gin...no one will be the wiser. Since my dad's MI, we are also forgoing the green bean casserole in favor of sauteed green beans and we are skipping the macaroni corn. I plan to load up on turkey breast, sauteed green beans, olives and hit the relish tray pretty hard. The point of this is...go with a plan. Have the plan in your head, it makes it easier to stick to the plan, remember what the coaches say, "If you fail to plan, you plan to fail."
One of the biggest challenges you may have is the family members asking why you're not eating this or that, or Aunt Edna trying to load your plate down with her "famous cranberry fluff." Here are some ways to avoid that:
If you have a family like mine, who sets the food out on the counters, everyone walks through, fills their plates and scatters to wherever the folding chairs are set up, its easy to put exactly what you can have on your plate, as most of the time, the first few through the line are done eating by the time the last few even get seated.
If you have one of those families who has to all sit down at the same time with placecards and watch the turkey being carved, your clandestine efforts may start to come into question, if you simply don't want to talk about your plan (which obviously works so why wouldn't you brag about it?) You can always put a few spoonfulls of the offending cranberry fluff, or stuffing or whatever, on your plate, stir it around and then excuse yourself.
Otherwise you can always say you're not feeling so well, let off a few Medifarts and no one will question what you do or do not eat....
My point is, your biggest challenge this weekend might not even be the food, it will most likely be people questioning what you are eating...don't let them dictate what you put into YOUR body, change the subject, toss back a club soda, start acting drunk and walk away....
Happy Turkey Day, Ya'll..
The Blame Game
Let me preface this by saying I am by no means talking about a specific person or a specific program when I talk about this subject. I think this is something we can all relate to, something we have all been guilty of no matter who we are or what program we're on, be it Weight Watchers, Get Skinny, calorie counting, Atkins, whatever. We like to play the blame game.
Our failures or shortcomings are much easier to accept when we point the finger at someone else.
"Mom makes the best stuffing, and I just couldn't pass it up, if only she hadn't made it, I would have been FINE!"
"We went out to eat with Dave and Sue and food wise I did great, BUT everyone was drinking and I just couldn't pass it up! If they hadn't ordered that bottle of wine!"
"I didn't lose as fast as Karen did, so obviously, I can't do it...if Karen had only lost 2 pounds a week, then maybe I could have done it."
I could go on and on with all of the excuses we make and all of the stupid things we tell ourselves to justify why the number on the scale didn't move down or didn't move as far as we wanted it to.
When I hear someone start listing their excuses it makes me wonder if they A) have even tried to stay on plan OR B) Even give a shit. I've said this before and I'll say it again, NO ONE CAN DO THIS FOR YOU. If YOU aren't ready to make a change and commit to that change, it will not happen. Sure, I've had my setbacks, I've fallen off the wagon, I could be beyond goal and well into maintenance by now if I'd have pulled my head out of my ass, but I haven't and it's something I have to get over. The fact of the matter is, I AM getting over it. I AM deciding to give a shit. I AM trying. I AM NOT making excuses or blaming someone or something else. I am the one who's ass got this big..No one force fed me. No one told me to lay on the couch with a bag of potato chips and a white bread with cheese and mayonnaise sandwich. I did it. Now I have to do this. And I have to TRY to make it work.
54 pounds gone. Sizes I have not seen since high school. I wore a size 13 my senior year. The jeans I am wearing today are 12's. My belt is a medium/large. This is why I try. This is why I give a shit. No one else did this for me, I did it and I will continue to do it.
For tomorrow: Mashed fauxtatoes
Boil a cup or so of cauliflower (whatever you have for green allowances, personally I am skipping the actual green, in favor of these) add a triangle of laughing cow cheese, mash with a potato masher spray with ICBINB spray, you have mashed potatoes. YUMMMOOOOOO!
Our failures or shortcomings are much easier to accept when we point the finger at someone else.
"Mom makes the best stuffing, and I just couldn't pass it up, if only she hadn't made it, I would have been FINE!"
"We went out to eat with Dave and Sue and food wise I did great, BUT everyone was drinking and I just couldn't pass it up! If they hadn't ordered that bottle of wine!"
"I didn't lose as fast as Karen did, so obviously, I can't do it...if Karen had only lost 2 pounds a week, then maybe I could have done it."
I could go on and on with all of the excuses we make and all of the stupid things we tell ourselves to justify why the number on the scale didn't move down or didn't move as far as we wanted it to.
When I hear someone start listing their excuses it makes me wonder if they A) have even tried to stay on plan OR B) Even give a shit. I've said this before and I'll say it again, NO ONE CAN DO THIS FOR YOU. If YOU aren't ready to make a change and commit to that change, it will not happen. Sure, I've had my setbacks, I've fallen off the wagon, I could be beyond goal and well into maintenance by now if I'd have pulled my head out of my ass, but I haven't and it's something I have to get over. The fact of the matter is, I AM getting over it. I AM deciding to give a shit. I AM trying. I AM NOT making excuses or blaming someone or something else. I am the one who's ass got this big..No one force fed me. No one told me to lay on the couch with a bag of potato chips and a white bread with cheese and mayonnaise sandwich. I did it. Now I have to do this. And I have to TRY to make it work.
54 pounds gone. Sizes I have not seen since high school. I wore a size 13 my senior year. The jeans I am wearing today are 12's. My belt is a medium/large. This is why I try. This is why I give a shit. No one else did this for me, I did it and I will continue to do it.
For tomorrow: Mashed fauxtatoes
Boil a cup or so of cauliflower (whatever you have for green allowances, personally I am skipping the actual green, in favor of these) add a triangle of laughing cow cheese, mash with a potato masher spray with ICBINB spray, you have mashed potatoes. YUMMMOOOOOO!
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
I'm BAA-AACk
You missed me, didn't you? Admit it...you love me..I know....anyway, sorry about the lack of posting yesterday, stupidly busy day at work and I simply ran out of time.
I figured out part of my funk from last week. Coach K-the oh wise Grasshopper that she is, KNEW I had an underlying something going on...I did. It's time for my depo shot, which means I was in fact PMSing..no wonder the cravings monster was lurking around my door. Anywho...enough with those details!
Had a couple of NSV's (non-scale victories) First, I bought a belt that is a size medium large...MEDIUM!!! HOLY SHIT MEDIUM! I have NEVER worn anything medium, not even my socks are size medium...Second..rumor has it the hubs was bragging about my weight loss and how proud he is of me, always a good victory and third..size 31 jeans...which translate to a 12, I think? Another HUGE victory!
And now, since it is weigh in day, for the actual SCALE results....DOWN 5 pounds!!! FIVE POUNDS! HUGE week for me! Again, I can almost feel the $140 in my pocket....but moreover, I can see the white shorts fitting and see myself getting to goal. Which, I am close to...original goal anyway. Once I get to that number I will re-evaluate and see if I am satisfied where I am at or ready to go farther. Original goal is ONLY 12 more pounds, I can SOOOOO do that..I can do this..all of this, even with the holidays coming and Thanksgiving this week. I can control this. I am the master of my destiny...(christ, that was cheesy.) As you embark on the single biggest eating day of the year, control it. be the master of YOUR destiny. If you can't stay 100% on plan. Make wise decisions. Jump right back on that wagon. Don't let stuffing and pie be your excuse to go off track completely.
Later gators...
Recipe:
Zucchini "chili"
I made my family chili the other night and didn't want to make an entirely separate meal for myself, SO, I sauteed in olive oil pam a small zucchini, diced, some diced green pepper, diced tomato and shredded cabbage, when it was tender, I added 5 oz. lean ground beef drained and 1/2 cup rotel sprinkled it with some paprika and chili powder and it was REALLY good and REALLY filling. With all the veggies, it filled my big soup bowl and I still felt like I was eating with my family.
I figured out part of my funk from last week. Coach K-the oh wise Grasshopper that she is, KNEW I had an underlying something going on...I did. It's time for my depo shot, which means I was in fact PMSing..no wonder the cravings monster was lurking around my door. Anywho...enough with those details!
Had a couple of NSV's (non-scale victories) First, I bought a belt that is a size medium large...MEDIUM!!! HOLY SHIT MEDIUM! I have NEVER worn anything medium, not even my socks are size medium...Second..rumor has it the hubs was bragging about my weight loss and how proud he is of me, always a good victory and third..size 31 jeans...which translate to a 12, I think? Another HUGE victory!
And now, since it is weigh in day, for the actual SCALE results....DOWN 5 pounds!!! FIVE POUNDS! HUGE week for me! Again, I can almost feel the $140 in my pocket....but moreover, I can see the white shorts fitting and see myself getting to goal. Which, I am close to...original goal anyway. Once I get to that number I will re-evaluate and see if I am satisfied where I am at or ready to go farther. Original goal is ONLY 12 more pounds, I can SOOOOO do that..I can do this..all of this, even with the holidays coming and Thanksgiving this week. I can control this. I am the master of my destiny...(christ, that was cheesy.) As you embark on the single biggest eating day of the year, control it. be the master of YOUR destiny. If you can't stay 100% on plan. Make wise decisions. Jump right back on that wagon. Don't let stuffing and pie be your excuse to go off track completely.
Later gators...
Recipe:
Zucchini "chili"
I made my family chili the other night and didn't want to make an entirely separate meal for myself, SO, I sauteed in olive oil pam a small zucchini, diced, some diced green pepper, diced tomato and shredded cabbage, when it was tender, I added 5 oz. lean ground beef drained and 1/2 cup rotel sprinkled it with some paprika and chili powder and it was REALLY good and REALLY filling. With all the veggies, it filled my big soup bowl and I still felt like I was eating with my family.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Sticky trap
If you ever have four legged critters invade your home and need to get rid of them sticky traps are without a doubt the way to go. They are more fail safe than traditional traps and you don't have to bait them with cheese or peanut butter. In fact, if you put peanut butter on them, the peanut butter can work as a lubricant and the mouse can free himself. Then he will continue to frolic through your home smelling like peanut butter and missing a few patches of hide.
The only problem is, a sticky trap, when successful, usually is successful at 4:18 a.m. and when said sticky trap catches its prey at 4:18 a.m. the 3 inch long mouse will thrash and flail and cause such a commotion you would swear you've trapped a pygmy goat. Especially when the trap is laid on a hardwood floor. I'm not shitting you, it sounded like the little bastard drug the trap all the way across the floor, danced the Jitterbug and then retreated back underneath the dresser tap dancing the entire time. In reality, he might have moved it a few centimeters.
Because it was 4:18 a.m., I was held captive by the mouse. I was not about to get up and "take care" of it. Big D was of no help; peacefully snoring through a Rupplemintz laden Bears victory and it was too early to get up and do something, so I just laid there and thought. I though about how some days I am like this little mouse bound to the sticky trap. If you've ever had a mouse in a sticky trap you know that for great stretches of time, they will just lay there, content, contemplating how the hell they got themselves into this situation and wondering how they can get out of it, then all of the sudden like someone lit a fire under their tiny little mouse ass they jump around and kick and scream and flail and rebel trying to free themselves.
I thought about how this journey I am on is like being in a sticky trap. For long stretches of time, I am content, I just "lay there" contemplating what I am doing and am peaceful with what I am doing. I eat what I should, when I should, I drink all 100 ounces of water and then some. I exercise. I track my condiments. I measure my vegetables (well, eyeball them anyway, after all, my ass did not get the size it is by eating too many broccoli florets.) Then all of the sudden, I rebel, I kick and scream and flail and wrestle with myself unable to free myself from the "trap" I've fallen into. I stop counting and measuring, I nibble here and there. I stop exercising. I feel like I am a mouse waiting for someone to put a little bit of peanut butter on my sticky trap so I can work myself free. (Really, I would slit someone's throat for some peanut butter....the real stuff, JIF Extra chunky.)
I feel that I am on my way back down from my "trapped" period, as I went to the fitness center and worked out last night. Three miles on the treadmill in 41 minutes. I walked 5, ran 10, walked 5, ran 5, walked 5, you get the idea. It felt good and my legs hurt today. Pain is good. I also went home and ate a chicken breast and a large bowl of baby tomatoes. I'm having veggie issues this week. I feel like I will cack if I see another shred of lettuce and I will not be held responsible for my actions if I eat another green bean, so the tomatoes were a large victory, as I have been slacking in my green department this week.
T-minus 19 days until the white shorts must fit. I'm not sure when the final weigh in for the $140 challenge is...It's time to get out of my trap.
The only problem is, a sticky trap, when successful, usually is successful at 4:18 a.m. and when said sticky trap catches its prey at 4:18 a.m. the 3 inch long mouse will thrash and flail and cause such a commotion you would swear you've trapped a pygmy goat. Especially when the trap is laid on a hardwood floor. I'm not shitting you, it sounded like the little bastard drug the trap all the way across the floor, danced the Jitterbug and then retreated back underneath the dresser tap dancing the entire time. In reality, he might have moved it a few centimeters.
Because it was 4:18 a.m., I was held captive by the mouse. I was not about to get up and "take care" of it. Big D was of no help; peacefully snoring through a Rupplemintz laden Bears victory and it was too early to get up and do something, so I just laid there and thought. I though about how some days I am like this little mouse bound to the sticky trap. If you've ever had a mouse in a sticky trap you know that for great stretches of time, they will just lay there, content, contemplating how the hell they got themselves into this situation and wondering how they can get out of it, then all of the sudden like someone lit a fire under their tiny little mouse ass they jump around and kick and scream and flail and rebel trying to free themselves.
I thought about how this journey I am on is like being in a sticky trap. For long stretches of time, I am content, I just "lay there" contemplating what I am doing and am peaceful with what I am doing. I eat what I should, when I should, I drink all 100 ounces of water and then some. I exercise. I track my condiments. I measure my vegetables (well, eyeball them anyway, after all, my ass did not get the size it is by eating too many broccoli florets.) Then all of the sudden, I rebel, I kick and scream and flail and wrestle with myself unable to free myself from the "trap" I've fallen into. I stop counting and measuring, I nibble here and there. I stop exercising. I feel like I am a mouse waiting for someone to put a little bit of peanut butter on my sticky trap so I can work myself free. (Really, I would slit someone's throat for some peanut butter....the real stuff, JIF Extra chunky.)
I feel that I am on my way back down from my "trapped" period, as I went to the fitness center and worked out last night. Three miles on the treadmill in 41 minutes. I walked 5, ran 10, walked 5, ran 5, walked 5, you get the idea. It felt good and my legs hurt today. Pain is good. I also went home and ate a chicken breast and a large bowl of baby tomatoes. I'm having veggie issues this week. I feel like I will cack if I see another shred of lettuce and I will not be held responsible for my actions if I eat another green bean, so the tomatoes were a large victory, as I have been slacking in my green department this week.
T-minus 19 days until the white shorts must fit. I'm not sure when the final weigh in for the $140 challenge is...It's time to get out of my trap.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Some more
reasons why. (Forgive me, but today is a two post day, I'm needing motivation in the worst way, so I bring you more reasons why.)
1) (I can't remember what number I left off on last time, so we're just going with #1 again.) I want to be as pretty on the outside as I am on the inside ( or at least that's what people tell me. Most days I feel like a snarky bitch, but evidently I'm pretty fucking cool.)
2) I never again want to hear the phrase, "But you have such a pretty face."
3) I want to be average
4) I don't want to have to take medication other than birth control until I'm MUCH older. My grandma took only a baby aspirin and one pill for her "shakes" until she was nearly 90, I'd be cool with that.
5) I want to stop having to buy only shoes and purses (you know that shoes and purses never make a girl look fat.)
6) I want to be able to go to the gym, fitness center, bike trail, run a race, etc. and look like I belong there instead of getting that "look" from people. It's a look that's sort of a combination of pity/incredulity/shock/mirth...like they half ass admire you for "trying" yet secretly want to laugh at you because you're only going 3.5 mph on the treadmill and can't let go of it for fear you'll fly right off the back end.
7) I want to be able to let go of the handles on the treadmill with no fear of flying right off the back end. (This might not be achievable, not because of weight, but because I am truly a klutz and can bruise myself just getting out of bed in the morning.)
8) I want to be able to just be me...not the fat one, the thin one, the funny one...I want to be done with labels and just be me...now I know I can do that at any size, but trust me, when you've been the "fat one" for so long...just dropping that adjective can do wonders.....
1) (I can't remember what number I left off on last time, so we're just going with #1 again.) I want to be as pretty on the outside as I am on the inside ( or at least that's what people tell me. Most days I feel like a snarky bitch, but evidently I'm pretty fucking cool.)
2) I never again want to hear the phrase, "But you have such a pretty face."
3) I want to be average
4) I don't want to have to take medication other than birth control until I'm MUCH older. My grandma took only a baby aspirin and one pill for her "shakes" until she was nearly 90, I'd be cool with that.
5) I want to stop having to buy only shoes and purses (you know that shoes and purses never make a girl look fat.)
6) I want to be able to go to the gym, fitness center, bike trail, run a race, etc. and look like I belong there instead of getting that "look" from people. It's a look that's sort of a combination of pity/incredulity/shock/mirth...like they half ass admire you for "trying" yet secretly want to laugh at you because you're only going 3.5 mph on the treadmill and can't let go of it for fear you'll fly right off the back end.
7) I want to be able to let go of the handles on the treadmill with no fear of flying right off the back end. (This might not be achievable, not because of weight, but because I am truly a klutz and can bruise myself just getting out of bed in the morning.)
8) I want to be able to just be me...not the fat one, the thin one, the funny one...I want to be done with labels and just be me...now I know I can do that at any size, but trust me, when you've been the "fat one" for so long...just dropping that adjective can do wonders.....
Finding motivation
is damned difficult some days. Last week, no problem...this diet..I mean lifestyle change and my elliptical were my bitches. I was the ruler of my domain. I had motivation shooting out of my ass like a bad case of the Medifarts (for those of you on Coach K's plan, you know what I'm talking about here.) This week.....nothing..nada...zip. Is it because I went off plan on vacation? Perhaps. Is it because I'm getting complacent? Shit, I hope not. Or is it because some days are just plain hard? DING DING DING!!! We have a winner here!!! I think we are so caught up in instant results, "make me skinny and make it easy" that we forget that there are very few things in life that are instant and almost nothing in life worth doing that is easy.
That's not to say that this program is the easiest, no brainer, "how could you possibly fuck this up?" plan I have ever been on and it's worked the quickest, BUT not every day is it rainbows and sunshine and kittens...today is one of those days for me. I am NOT hungry but the snack monster, binge monster, fuck it all and give me a cheeseburger monster is rearing its ugly head today. As is the work out? what's that? monster. I had my alarm set for 6 this morning, did I get up? Hell no...it's getting cold outside and my down comforter and specially made "Big D Heating Unit" were much more comfortable than my cold, dreary, man cave with the nasty ass elliptical. So in bed I stayed, until I made myself late getting out the door and totally threw my whole system out of whack. (Usually I make a shake to have while I am getting ready, so I have my first 'meal' at about 7:15....today, it was hurry out the door-grab a coffee cup and a package of oatmeal, which I did not get to eat until almost 9 a.m. which meant I was already digging into my emergency almonds at 10:15.) Normally, I would grab a bar or two, I am out of bars and due to a fucktard at TSFL headquarters my shipment was delayed by two days...GRRRRR.
I think I am already starting to stress out about the holidays, too. I am a total stress eater..ah hell, who am I kidding, I can eat when I'm happy, sad, mad, glad, doesn't matter. But stress really stresses me out. There are what 36 days until Christmas? That's two paychecks....and when I put it that way...I get really stressed out and I would like to drown my financial worries in a big 'ol plate of Kraft macaroni and cheese. (Financially, Christmas ALWAYS works out, NO ONE goes without or with gifts they don't want and the hubs always opens the check book, but just the whole IDEA of it freaks me out.)
Maybe I'm just stressing out for no particular reason...I don't know. I just know that today is a hard day. I know that when I look back on today, as I get farther along this mission, I will look back and laugh, but for today, I'm looking for that motivation anywhere I can find it.
Recpie:
I shared this one with some fellow Coach K'ers but for any newbies stalking me
Chocolate Chip Muffins
1 pkg chocolate chip pancakes
1/8 tsp (or so, I really do just grab a pinch or two)
water as directed
Mix in a glass measuring cup or coffee cup, nuke 1 minute 15 seconds. It will pop right out of the cup, split it in half squirt it with a little I Can't believe It's Not Butter Spray, enjoy...this is one of my favorites.
That's not to say that this program is the easiest, no brainer, "how could you possibly fuck this up?" plan I have ever been on and it's worked the quickest, BUT not every day is it rainbows and sunshine and kittens...today is one of those days for me. I am NOT hungry but the snack monster, binge monster, fuck it all and give me a cheeseburger monster is rearing its ugly head today. As is the work out? what's that? monster. I had my alarm set for 6 this morning, did I get up? Hell no...it's getting cold outside and my down comforter and specially made "Big D Heating Unit" were much more comfortable than my cold, dreary, man cave with the nasty ass elliptical. So in bed I stayed, until I made myself late getting out the door and totally threw my whole system out of whack. (Usually I make a shake to have while I am getting ready, so I have my first 'meal' at about 7:15....today, it was hurry out the door-grab a coffee cup and a package of oatmeal, which I did not get to eat until almost 9 a.m. which meant I was already digging into my emergency almonds at 10:15.) Normally, I would grab a bar or two, I am out of bars and due to a fucktard at TSFL headquarters my shipment was delayed by two days...GRRRRR.
I think I am already starting to stress out about the holidays, too. I am a total stress eater..ah hell, who am I kidding, I can eat when I'm happy, sad, mad, glad, doesn't matter. But stress really stresses me out. There are what 36 days until Christmas? That's two paychecks....and when I put it that way...I get really stressed out and I would like to drown my financial worries in a big 'ol plate of Kraft macaroni and cheese. (Financially, Christmas ALWAYS works out, NO ONE goes without or with gifts they don't want and the hubs always opens the check book, but just the whole IDEA of it freaks me out.)
Maybe I'm just stressing out for no particular reason...I don't know. I just know that today is a hard day. I know that when I look back on today, as I get farther along this mission, I will look back and laugh, but for today, I'm looking for that motivation anywhere I can find it.
Recpie:
I shared this one with some fellow Coach K'ers but for any newbies stalking me
Chocolate Chip Muffins
1 pkg chocolate chip pancakes
1/8 tsp (or so, I really do just grab a pinch or two)
water as directed
Mix in a glass measuring cup or coffee cup, nuke 1 minute 15 seconds. It will pop right out of the cup, split it in half squirt it with a little I Can't believe It's Not Butter Spray, enjoy...this is one of my favorites.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Perception vs. Reality
People often say "Perception is reality." Like if people perceive you as a bitch, chances are, you are a bitch. But I tend to disagree, those who focus on perception, usually don't want to take the time to see what the reality really is and therefore have a skewed perception.
A skewed perception is what I am battling, as are I think, many of us.
I found a before picture and sent it off to Coach K. It was hideous. And the problem is, I honestly didn't think I looked that bad, that day. I had a skewed perception. My problem is, I sent her an "in progress" shot, because I'm not ready for "After" yet. As I looked at it, my skewed perception sneaked up on me again. You see, when I was on vacation, I was feeling like a million bucks, feeling like I looked like one hot bitch...in fact, I tried taking a few pictures of myself in the mirror because I felt I looked so good. It must have been the 84,000 beers I had and Don's cigar smoke making me crazy because when I stood still to have my picture taken this morning, I thought I looked like ass...not just regular ass..like a big ol' fat, hot mess of an ass. (I was going to use a picture of Dan and I as my during, since that it what my before picture is, but the ones of us together, we are all bundled up at the game, so I had to have my co-workers just take a snap shot of me this morning.)
The problem I have is...I still see the six chinned, beer bellied girl who's Indian name could be "Sits on Three Asses." I don't see that I have changed, even though when I held up my new jeans to show the other girls on our trip Dan said, "there is no way you can fit those," and I promptly stripped down and put them on just to prove it to him. I don't see that I have lost nearly 50 pounds. I don't SEE that I can run or last an hour on the elliptical.
I still see my skewed perception.....I haven't won that battle yet.
A skewed perception is what I am battling, as are I think, many of us.
I found a before picture and sent it off to Coach K. It was hideous. And the problem is, I honestly didn't think I looked that bad, that day. I had a skewed perception. My problem is, I sent her an "in progress" shot, because I'm not ready for "After" yet. As I looked at it, my skewed perception sneaked up on me again. You see, when I was on vacation, I was feeling like a million bucks, feeling like I looked like one hot bitch...in fact, I tried taking a few pictures of myself in the mirror because I felt I looked so good. It must have been the 84,000 beers I had and Don's cigar smoke making me crazy because when I stood still to have my picture taken this morning, I thought I looked like ass...not just regular ass..like a big ol' fat, hot mess of an ass. (I was going to use a picture of Dan and I as my during, since that it what my before picture is, but the ones of us together, we are all bundled up at the game, so I had to have my co-workers just take a snap shot of me this morning.)
The problem I have is...I still see the six chinned, beer bellied girl who's Indian name could be "Sits on Three Asses." I don't see that I have changed, even though when I held up my new jeans to show the other girls on our trip Dan said, "there is no way you can fit those," and I promptly stripped down and put them on just to prove it to him. I don't see that I have lost nearly 50 pounds. I don't SEE that I can run or last an hour on the elliptical.
I still see my skewed perception.....I haven't won that battle yet.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
The results are in
My weekend getaway was a tale of ups and downs. You're all probably sitting there wanting me to be all awe inspiring telling you how I stayed 100% on plan and lost five pounds...Sorry, you obviously don't know me very well.... I think I may be rationalizing, or maybe just making an excuse, but, when I think of going on a vacation, I think of it as doing something (things) you wouldn't do on a daily basis. I don't sleep in a hotel on a daily basis. I don't take $20 taxi cab rides on a daily basis. I don't drink 84,000 beers on a daily basis. So therefore, as long as what I ingest on my vacation is not ingested on a daily basis, and as long as when I come back from vacation I get back to normal, I'm okay, right? RIGHT.....in my mind anyway.
So, I talked a little about the waffles and chocolate beer already and that i chose the tenderloin on greens and not the cheeseburger, so I'll fast forward.
Upon leaving the hotel and heading to the outlet mall in Aurora, I had my first down...I HAD TO HAVE a regular fountain Pepsi. The medicinal effect it has on me when I have a hangover is truly amazing, I felt 200% better in almost no time. That was quickly followed by a series of ups. Size 11/12 jeans at Rue 21, one pair that was only $6...HUGE up, considering I hope to not be wearing them for long.... second up, I'm sorry, could you bring me the next size smaller at the Lucky store.....and they were only $39, another HUGE up. Size Large, yes, large, no x's in front of it, just a large belt at the Guess store. By this time, its going on 2 p.m...enter another down....I split a chicken club stromboli with Dan. I mostly ate the filling, just a bite or two of the bread, then it was off to Chi-town.
Beer thirty began and I started with vodka cranberry juice, once the $9 sticker shock wore off, I switched to Bud Light....almost NO ONE had select or Ultra..the big thing out there is the ale's and the really strong beers...EWWWWW....34 beers later we headed out to the Chicago Chop House I avoided the breadbasket, but did order a pomegranate martini and had a few glasses of red wine (Don bought a $78 bottle of wine, hard to say no to it.) I had the 10 oz. filet (smallest steak they had) and asparagus. I did have a few bites of the four cheese au gratin potatoes with truffles, simply because I had to know what potatoes that cost $44 served family style would taste like. I did also have one bite of the $18 slice of siz layer german chocolate cake. 72 beers later I hit the bed.
I got up and hit the fitness room (yeah me), but my glory was soon side tracked by the smoked brisket nachos at Harry Carray's and the 6 Bailey's and coffees. There is a small amount of victory in the fact that Dan and I SPLIT the nachos and did not order sandwiches or entrees. 98 beers later we hit the Kirkwood which is a Husker bar in the heart of Chicago, not exactly a fun place for a cyclone fan to be, but the beer was cold. Another plate of nachos and some Rueben wantons later (shared by four of us), we ordered 60 more beers. The positive in the day, my hour long work out and no kidding we probably walked four miles.
Sunday, GAME DAY!!!!! We had breakfast at this cool little place on Michigan called Yolk. I had the chicken fajita omelette...FULL of green peppers (finally some green, huh?) We walked a mile to the stadium it was too cold to drink more than one beer. But I did have a hot chocolate...too many calories yes, but they did not serve coffee and I needed something warm. BEAR DOWN, as the Bears won, burned probably 200 more calories high fiving the crowd around us and jumping up and down. Our game was followed by the dreaded tip to Giordanos.....I caved. I could not resist the Chicago style pizza. I had one entire slice. It was worth it. It was ooey, gooey, unbelievable cheesiness worth it.
Monday, departure day.... So sad. We toured the city for a few hours, took a double decker bus ride around the city, had breakfast at Yolk, again, had another veggie filled omelette.
We left Chicago behind and headed back home, back to reality...big time, as today was weigh in day. A testament to all the walking I did, all the pre vacation works outs, because as I hit the scale today, I was down one pound...and I am wearing my new size 11-12 jeans today :) And as I type I am on bottle number 4 of water and am munching on a caramel nut bar.
So, I talked a little about the waffles and chocolate beer already and that i chose the tenderloin on greens and not the cheeseburger, so I'll fast forward.
Upon leaving the hotel and heading to the outlet mall in Aurora, I had my first down...I HAD TO HAVE a regular fountain Pepsi. The medicinal effect it has on me when I have a hangover is truly amazing, I felt 200% better in almost no time. That was quickly followed by a series of ups. Size 11/12 jeans at Rue 21, one pair that was only $6...HUGE up, considering I hope to not be wearing them for long.... second up, I'm sorry, could you bring me the next size smaller at the Lucky store.....and they were only $39, another HUGE up. Size Large, yes, large, no x's in front of it, just a large belt at the Guess store. By this time, its going on 2 p.m...enter another down....I split a chicken club stromboli with Dan. I mostly ate the filling, just a bite or two of the bread, then it was off to Chi-town.
Beer thirty began and I started with vodka cranberry juice, once the $9 sticker shock wore off, I switched to Bud Light....almost NO ONE had select or Ultra..the big thing out there is the ale's and the really strong beers...EWWWWW....34 beers later we headed out to the Chicago Chop House I avoided the breadbasket, but did order a pomegranate martini and had a few glasses of red wine (Don bought a $78 bottle of wine, hard to say no to it.) I had the 10 oz. filet (smallest steak they had) and asparagus. I did have a few bites of the four cheese au gratin potatoes with truffles, simply because I had to know what potatoes that cost $44 served family style would taste like. I did also have one bite of the $18 slice of siz layer german chocolate cake. 72 beers later I hit the bed.
I got up and hit the fitness room (yeah me), but my glory was soon side tracked by the smoked brisket nachos at Harry Carray's and the 6 Bailey's and coffees. There is a small amount of victory in the fact that Dan and I SPLIT the nachos and did not order sandwiches or entrees. 98 beers later we hit the Kirkwood which is a Husker bar in the heart of Chicago, not exactly a fun place for a cyclone fan to be, but the beer was cold. Another plate of nachos and some Rueben wantons later (shared by four of us), we ordered 60 more beers. The positive in the day, my hour long work out and no kidding we probably walked four miles.
Sunday, GAME DAY!!!!! We had breakfast at this cool little place on Michigan called Yolk. I had the chicken fajita omelette...FULL of green peppers (finally some green, huh?) We walked a mile to the stadium it was too cold to drink more than one beer. But I did have a hot chocolate...too many calories yes, but they did not serve coffee and I needed something warm. BEAR DOWN, as the Bears won, burned probably 200 more calories high fiving the crowd around us and jumping up and down. Our game was followed by the dreaded tip to Giordanos.....I caved. I could not resist the Chicago style pizza. I had one entire slice. It was worth it. It was ooey, gooey, unbelievable cheesiness worth it.
Monday, departure day.... So sad. We toured the city for a few hours, took a double decker bus ride around the city, had breakfast at Yolk, again, had another veggie filled omelette.
We left Chicago behind and headed back home, back to reality...big time, as today was weigh in day. A testament to all the walking I did, all the pre vacation works outs, because as I hit the scale today, I was down one pound...and I am wearing my new size 11-12 jeans today :) And as I type I am on bottle number 4 of water and am munching on a caramel nut bar.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Bagels, waffles and chocolate beer
These are just afew of the temptaions thus far on my vacation. massive hangover this morning. Free contintential breakfast, nothing on it I can eat, except for the alien looking egg thingy on the "mcmuffin". Thank god the room has a microwave and I have a chai in my purse. I have bars and puffs and pretzles with me too, I am just saving them for when I am out and about.
The cheesebruger at the Roundhouse looked amazing. I had the grilled beef tenderloin on a bed of wild greens, it was pretty good, a little too much vineagrette, but considering my alternatives, I was pretty damned proud of myself.
Off to the outlet mall in a few hours, goal, size 12 jeans......avoid the pizza....By the way, I did NOT try the chocolate beer, it just sounded intruiging. Amber tried it, it smelled like lemons...go figure....
The cheesebruger at the Roundhouse looked amazing. I had the grilled beef tenderloin on a bed of wild greens, it was pretty good, a little too much vineagrette, but considering my alternatives, I was pretty damned proud of myself.
Off to the outlet mall in a few hours, goal, size 12 jeans......avoid the pizza....By the way, I did NOT try the chocolate beer, it just sounded intruiging. Amber tried it, it smelled like lemons...go figure....
Thursday, November 11, 2010
I will not give in
...okay I might...BUT the fact of the matter is, I have been preparing all week for our Chicago getaway. By preparing I mean busting my ass, by busting my ass I mean doing the impossible. Impossible being setting the alarm clock for 5:30 and actually waking up at that hour and dragging my ass down the stairs to work out. That's right..this violently non-morning girl woke her ass up at 5:30 just to work out. Talk about making a change. In fact, as I was heading down stairs thinking of the changes I am making I actually started singing, "Ch-ch-changes" in my head. I have managed to squeeze in 5 work outs in the last four days. This morning I had to take my own advice and do the 10 minute thing and I nearly gave up after those first 10 minutes because my legs were still burning pretty good after my 45 minutes last night, but thanks to Pink and her "Dirty little freaks," I made it the full 30 minutes I set out to do.
When I think of the changes I've been making, I think that when you start a "lifetsyle change" you have to look at it as making a few small changes versus making it out to be a drastic change. I think sometimes we have the tendency to "make a mountain out of a molehill" when it comes to getting healthy and that's when we set ourselves up for failure. It's like stopping smoking cold turkey, some people have success, most don't. If you're doing the GetSkinny4Good plan, take it one meal at a time, which is simple when you think of it as taking it two hours at a time (since we get to eat every 2-3 hours). It's much easier to say, "I just finished this oatmeal and I'm still kind of hungry, but in just two hours, I can have a brownie," than it is to think, "SHIT!!!!! I'm starving, someone hook me up to the chocolate syrup by I.V. cause I am NEVER going to get to eat like a normal person again." Bullshit...you are eating like a normal person, you are eating SMALL, healthy, portion controlled meals every 2-3 hours, which is what a normal person SHOULD be doing. Eating 3 pounds of fettuccine alfredo with 2 pieces of garlic bread a salad and a bottle of wine for ONE meal, is not NORMAL.
If you are not on the plan, but are doing something, that's fine, do ANYTHING, but whatever you're doing if you think of it as a small change, like, drinking more water, eating something green at every meal, adding a healthy snack, cutting back on sweets, whatever, just commit to making a change and pretty soon all of those small changes will add up, and you'll see that YOU have changed.
I tried on the white dress, as I suspected, I couldn't get it over my boobs, let alone over anything else. I may have to reevaluate that and hope i can wear it by next spring. (I'm secretly wondering if its a size 12 girls and not a size 12 women's. That would make me feel much better)
I hope to get at least a blog or two in while on vacay to let you know how the battle with the Chicago style pizza went, but I'm not promising anything. It sounds like I will be doing a lot of walking, so I will burn off a few beers that way, anyway.
Food tip-
Use your seasoning, flavorings, splenda, etc. It improves things dramatically! I ALWAYS add some salsa to the chili as I'm cooking it, chicken boullion and onion powder are a must in the chicken soups and I never make a shake without throwing some sort of sugar free syrup flavoring in it. Find the DaVinci or Toriano syrups and make them your friend.....
When I think of the changes I've been making, I think that when you start a "lifetsyle change" you have to look at it as making a few small changes versus making it out to be a drastic change. I think sometimes we have the tendency to "make a mountain out of a molehill" when it comes to getting healthy and that's when we set ourselves up for failure. It's like stopping smoking cold turkey, some people have success, most don't. If you're doing the GetSkinny4Good plan, take it one meal at a time, which is simple when you think of it as taking it two hours at a time (since we get to eat every 2-3 hours). It's much easier to say, "I just finished this oatmeal and I'm still kind of hungry, but in just two hours, I can have a brownie," than it is to think, "SHIT!!!!! I'm starving, someone hook me up to the chocolate syrup by I.V. cause I am NEVER going to get to eat like a normal person again." Bullshit...you are eating like a normal person, you are eating SMALL, healthy, portion controlled meals every 2-3 hours, which is what a normal person SHOULD be doing. Eating 3 pounds of fettuccine alfredo with 2 pieces of garlic bread a salad and a bottle of wine for ONE meal, is not NORMAL.
If you are not on the plan, but are doing something, that's fine, do ANYTHING, but whatever you're doing if you think of it as a small change, like, drinking more water, eating something green at every meal, adding a healthy snack, cutting back on sweets, whatever, just commit to making a change and pretty soon all of those small changes will add up, and you'll see that YOU have changed.
I tried on the white dress, as I suspected, I couldn't get it over my boobs, let alone over anything else. I may have to reevaluate that and hope i can wear it by next spring. (I'm secretly wondering if its a size 12 girls and not a size 12 women's. That would make me feel much better)
I hope to get at least a blog or two in while on vacay to let you know how the battle with the Chicago style pizza went, but I'm not promising anything. It sounds like I will be doing a lot of walking, so I will burn off a few beers that way, anyway.
Food tip-
Use your seasoning, flavorings, splenda, etc. It improves things dramatically! I ALWAYS add some salsa to the chili as I'm cooking it, chicken boullion and onion powder are a must in the chicken soups and I never make a shake without throwing some sort of sugar free syrup flavoring in it. Find the DaVinci or Toriano syrups and make them your friend.....
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Enemy lines
I am my own worst enemy. I am my own worst enemy. Say it with me people, loud and proud...I am my own worst enemy. It's not the pizza or the pasta or the chocolate bar or the onion chips I fight with, its me...my head my brain...just me. Now, that's not to say that some days I don't feel like the Chris Farley Lunch Lady with life sized slices of pizza and ice cream dancing around me, screaming, "Stuff me down your pie hole!" But in all honesty, I don't crave these particular things. I simply crave whatever is there, whatever is available and I know that when I have these cravings, its not my stomach I am feeding, its something else. It's boredom, loneliness, lack of sleep, lack of se...naw, we won't go there, but you get the idea.
Now don't get me wrong, I know there are people out there that have serious cravings for certain things. (You know who you are, you're the ones that if your heads were cracked open a million little Hershey bars would come running out.) But here's the thing, if you are staying 100% honest to this plan, you will not crave these things. And if you do, you are simply craving the motion you go through, perhaps the E-motion connected to having that Hershey bar or you're needing to feed something else. The trick is figuring out WHAT you need to feed and how you need to feed it.
Now, I know that I'm sounding all wise and all knowing here and you're thinking, "Sure easier said than done, Sweetcheeks!" And I know it's easier said than doen because I struggle with this every day too. Just last night I struggled. It was 11:00, I had been in bed for a good hour, hour and a half. I had gone home, made a cauliflower crust BBQ beef pizza (which I will share below) worked out another 45 minutes on the elliptical, (yes I have ass cramps today, thank you) and was feeling pretty good. The kids were in bed, there was nothing on tv worth watching, Dan wasn't home yet, I was by NO means hungry, but there I was staring at the two slices of three day old pizza that were still in a ziploc in my fridge. I shit you not, I got up at least a half a dozen times to open the fridge and look at those pieces of pizza and for some reason I just could not throw them away. I HAD to have them. I caved, not completely, but I did pick off two bites of the toppings and then threw the rest out to the dogs.
It was like being an addict. And sadly, I've come to realize, I am, I am addicted to food. I am my own worst enemy. It's not the pizza that was battling me, it was an internal battle. And I think I know what caused it.....I scale jumped. I KNOW better. I have told you people the horrors of scale jumping, but I just couldn't help myself. I figured after 75 minutes of elliptical time yesterday, that SURELY I had lost a HUGE amount of weight (It didn't matter that I know weighing at night is pointless, that you're always heavier at night. It didn't matter that I know not to weigh in daily. It didn't matter that I was fully clothed. I scoffed at the sweatpants and was certain my hard work would counteract the 1/2 pound those sweats probably weigh.) I got on the scale and saw a 5 pound GAIN, that's a NINE pound swing in the matter of 14 hours. My head knew it was my body messing with me, but my heart was broken and the first shots of that age old inner battle with myself were fired. You know those shots, the whole "Fuck it. Why do I bother busting my ass when this obviously isn't working." Here's the deal. I have recognized what happened, I stopped myself before I got the ranch dressing out and doused the pizza in it and threw back the whole piece and I am dealing with it today. So, while the war continues, the battle was won.
Recipe:
BBQ Beef Pizza
1 cauliflower pizza crust baked crispy
some walden farms BBQ sauce, however much makes you happy
shredded sirloin tip roast
1/4 cup mexican blend cheese
dill pickle slices, optional.
Bake your pizza crust, either from scratch, with the recipe previously posted, or use one of the frozen ones, if you did that. Top with sauce and shredded beef, roughly 3 1/2-4 ounces (you have used some lean in the crust and with the cheese). Place pickle slices on the beef, if you choose, top with cheese, put under the broiler until the cheese melts OMG if you are a fan of BBQ beef pizza, you will Big Puffy Heart this.
Now don't get me wrong, I know there are people out there that have serious cravings for certain things. (You know who you are, you're the ones that if your heads were cracked open a million little Hershey bars would come running out.) But here's the thing, if you are staying 100% honest to this plan, you will not crave these things. And if you do, you are simply craving the motion you go through, perhaps the E-motion connected to having that Hershey bar or you're needing to feed something else. The trick is figuring out WHAT you need to feed and how you need to feed it.
Now, I know that I'm sounding all wise and all knowing here and you're thinking, "Sure easier said than done, Sweetcheeks!" And I know it's easier said than doen because I struggle with this every day too. Just last night I struggled. It was 11:00, I had been in bed for a good hour, hour and a half. I had gone home, made a cauliflower crust BBQ beef pizza (which I will share below) worked out another 45 minutes on the elliptical, (yes I have ass cramps today, thank you) and was feeling pretty good. The kids were in bed, there was nothing on tv worth watching, Dan wasn't home yet, I was by NO means hungry, but there I was staring at the two slices of three day old pizza that were still in a ziploc in my fridge. I shit you not, I got up at least a half a dozen times to open the fridge and look at those pieces of pizza and for some reason I just could not throw them away. I HAD to have them. I caved, not completely, but I did pick off two bites of the toppings and then threw the rest out to the dogs.
It was like being an addict. And sadly, I've come to realize, I am, I am addicted to food. I am my own worst enemy. It's not the pizza that was battling me, it was an internal battle. And I think I know what caused it.....I scale jumped. I KNOW better. I have told you people the horrors of scale jumping, but I just couldn't help myself. I figured after 75 minutes of elliptical time yesterday, that SURELY I had lost a HUGE amount of weight (It didn't matter that I know weighing at night is pointless, that you're always heavier at night. It didn't matter that I know not to weigh in daily. It didn't matter that I was fully clothed. I scoffed at the sweatpants and was certain my hard work would counteract the 1/2 pound those sweats probably weigh.) I got on the scale and saw a 5 pound GAIN, that's a NINE pound swing in the matter of 14 hours. My head knew it was my body messing with me, but my heart was broken and the first shots of that age old inner battle with myself were fired. You know those shots, the whole "Fuck it. Why do I bother busting my ass when this obviously isn't working." Here's the deal. I have recognized what happened, I stopped myself before I got the ranch dressing out and doused the pizza in it and threw back the whole piece and I am dealing with it today. So, while the war continues, the battle was won.
Recipe:
BBQ Beef Pizza
1 cauliflower pizza crust baked crispy
some walden farms BBQ sauce, however much makes you happy
shredded sirloin tip roast
1/4 cup mexican blend cheese
dill pickle slices, optional.
Bake your pizza crust, either from scratch, with the recipe previously posted, or use one of the frozen ones, if you did that. Top with sauce and shredded beef, roughly 3 1/2-4 ounces (you have used some lean in the crust and with the cheese). Place pickle slices on the beef, if you choose, top with cheese, put under the broiler until the cheese melts OMG if you are a fan of BBQ beef pizza, you will Big Puffy Heart this.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Drum roll please
Here we are, my first official weigh in since starting this blog. To go all 'Dr. Phil' on your asses, again, I have not 'owned' what I weigh. (Meaning, while I 'own' the fact that getting the scale to a number I am happy with is a journey I have committed to taking, I do not have the balls to share with you what that number is...yet.) So, I am simply going to tell you what my losses or gains (hopefully we won't see to many of those) are.
Today I am down 4 pounds. FOUR WHOLE POUNDS! I think I drank at least four pounds of beer on Saturday, so I would like to give a big ol slap on the ass to my metabolism and a huge 'atta-girl" to the fat gods who were smiling down on my scale today.
Truth be told I needed that four pounds in the worst way with our Chicago vacation staring me in the face. Coach K has asked me why I am thinking of this get away any differently than any other weekend and that if I am on plan, I should not be craving things like deep dish Chicago style pizza. I think the fact of the matter is I am still sort of treating this like a diet and not like a lifestyle change, which is something I need to work on. I am thinking to myself that vacation means a vacation away from everything, not just a chance to get out of the house. And as far as the pizza goes, I don't think I am actually craving the pizza itself, I'm simply craving the "experience" of it. Sort of like, "You can't go to New York without seeing Times Square or having a hot dog from a street vendor" one cannot go to Chicago without seeing Wrigley Field and having some deep dish pizza.
While I cannot guarantee I won't have a bite of the said pizza, I am committed to ordering a big ol salad to accompany the pizza and have committed to exercising every day to try and make up for the bite I may or may not have. I am also committing to exercising because the day of the white short wearing is inching ever closer and while I want to wear said white shorts, I would really love it if they were too big. (And I forgot that I bought a cute little white sundress for the trip that looks like it might fit oh maybe my six year old, even though it is only one size smaller than what I am currently wearing.)
So---last night, 30 minutes on the elliptical, this morning alarm went off at 6 and I went another 30 minutes on my elliptical and it felt GREAT! IF you're having trouble getting motivated to exercise, no matter what kind of exercise you do, try giving it just 10 minutes. If after 10 minutes you absolutely can't go any farther, or really aren't into it, then stop. Appreciate the fact that you at least did 10 minutes which is better than doing nothing. If you continue after that 10 minutes, then just take it 10 minutes at a time, before you know it, an hour will be gone and you'll have kicked that treadmill's ass.
Recipe:
This is one of my fall back on all the time favorite L&G's
1 small green pepper sliced into strips
1 small red pepper sliced into strips
1 T fajita seasoning
1 tsp olive oil
9-10 oz. shrimp thawed (this is the pre-cooked shrimp, peeled and deviened, most of the bags are 45-60 count.) *** I know you're thinking 9-10 ounces, is she on crack? No, I'm not, remember your leans are weighed after cooking and while the bag says "pre-cooked" a little more weight gets cooked out of the little buggers, leaving you with 7 ounces.**
Mix the seasoning and oil with a few tablespoons of water, pour over the shrimp and peppers and put into a grill basket, throw on the grill for 6-7 minutes. YUMMMO!!!! If you have condiments to use, throw some salsa on top and enjoy!!!!
Today I am down 4 pounds. FOUR WHOLE POUNDS! I think I drank at least four pounds of beer on Saturday, so I would like to give a big ol slap on the ass to my metabolism and a huge 'atta-girl" to the fat gods who were smiling down on my scale today.
Truth be told I needed that four pounds in the worst way with our Chicago vacation staring me in the face. Coach K has asked me why I am thinking of this get away any differently than any other weekend and that if I am on plan, I should not be craving things like deep dish Chicago style pizza. I think the fact of the matter is I am still sort of treating this like a diet and not like a lifestyle change, which is something I need to work on. I am thinking to myself that vacation means a vacation away from everything, not just a chance to get out of the house. And as far as the pizza goes, I don't think I am actually craving the pizza itself, I'm simply craving the "experience" of it. Sort of like, "You can't go to New York without seeing Times Square or having a hot dog from a street vendor" one cannot go to Chicago without seeing Wrigley Field and having some deep dish pizza.
While I cannot guarantee I won't have a bite of the said pizza, I am committed to ordering a big ol salad to accompany the pizza and have committed to exercising every day to try and make up for the bite I may or may not have. I am also committing to exercising because the day of the white short wearing is inching ever closer and while I want to wear said white shorts, I would really love it if they were too big. (And I forgot that I bought a cute little white sundress for the trip that looks like it might fit oh maybe my six year old, even though it is only one size smaller than what I am currently wearing.)
So---last night, 30 minutes on the elliptical, this morning alarm went off at 6 and I went another 30 minutes on my elliptical and it felt GREAT! IF you're having trouble getting motivated to exercise, no matter what kind of exercise you do, try giving it just 10 minutes. If after 10 minutes you absolutely can't go any farther, or really aren't into it, then stop. Appreciate the fact that you at least did 10 minutes which is better than doing nothing. If you continue after that 10 minutes, then just take it 10 minutes at a time, before you know it, an hour will be gone and you'll have kicked that treadmill's ass.
Recipe:
This is one of my fall back on all the time favorite L&G's
1 small green pepper sliced into strips
1 small red pepper sliced into strips
1 T fajita seasoning
1 tsp olive oil
9-10 oz. shrimp thawed (this is the pre-cooked shrimp, peeled and deviened, most of the bags are 45-60 count.) *** I know you're thinking 9-10 ounces, is she on crack? No, I'm not, remember your leans are weighed after cooking and while the bag says "pre-cooked" a little more weight gets cooked out of the little buggers, leaving you with 7 ounces.**
Mix the seasoning and oil with a few tablespoons of water, pour over the shrimp and peppers and put into a grill basket, throw on the grill for 6-7 minutes. YUMMMO!!!! If you have condiments to use, throw some salsa on top and enjoy!!!!
Monday, November 8, 2010
Non-scale victories
Because one is not to weigh in daily, as previously mentioned and is (eh hem) advice I still find hard to take, as I have stepped on the scale 3 out of the last 5 days, one should try to focus on OTHER positives, such as non-scale victories. Like the fact I got hit on several times at the bars on Saturday night. (Granted he was old and wearing a McCain/Palin fleece vest) BUT, it was a legitimate hit. Or, the fact that the Aeropastle jeans I bought several weeks ago (without trying on) that have been too tight in the leg are on my behind right now and don't fit too bad, thank you! Or even the fact that the feed sack full of Halloween candy that is sitting on the counter has not called my name once in the last week. Or that I can work a shift at Darrell's and eat a grilled chicken breast and a lettuce salad and not even be phased by the onion chips or the cheddar crisps. These are victories that do not necessarily reflect what the scale says and they are things that you need to remember when the number on the scale isn't what you think it should be. SO, goal for the week stalker friends, focus on your non-scale victories. Take your measurements, try on a pair of jeans you haven't worn in a while, you will see changes, even if your scale doesn't reflect it.
Now, for other business, I can already hear several of you saying, "bar? Did she say bar? What was she doing in the bar? Oh, I bet she was the DD and she was drinking ginger ale...." Um, no, she was not and frankly, if anyone you were thinking that, your privileges as stalker friend have been revoked. I was drinking and enjoying it. BUT here is the big difference.....Old Jill upon entering her home after an evening of cocktails would have eaten the ass end of a skunk dipped in ranch dressing and covered with cheese then downed a gallon of fountain pepsi and gone to bed. The next morning, old Jill would have made hashbrowns, eggs, toast and sausage because nothing soaks up a hangover like a little grease. NEW IMPROVED Jill ate a bag of chili nacho cheese puffs, downed a gallon of ice water and went to bed. For breakfast she made scrambled eggs topped with salsa drank some more water, then went outside and took a walk. (then went inside and took a nap, at 10 a.m.) Anyway, my point is and keep in mind this is my opinion and my opinion only, I think one of the big reasons one shouldn't drink while on this program is that you lose your inhibition and the same thing in alcohol that makes you think you're a "Solid Gold" dancer makes you think its okay to eat ranch dressing covered skunk ass, or whatever it is you choose to eat when you've had too much drinky drinky.
Another thing to think about if you choose to drink, is that, I realize that if I were to not drink, I would probably see bigger losses, but I am fine with the losses I have seen thus far. ALSO, I know that the decisions I make are what is affecting my loss, or lack thereof, not that the program itself is not working, or that it's the coach's fault.
I guess what I am trying to say is that no matter what program or plan you are on, if you don't follow it, or work at it, it's not going to work. Coach K can't do this for you, I can't do this for you, you can't do this for me. I am the one that let my weight get out of control, I have to be the one that fixes it. I have to own it. (God, now I'm starting to sound like Dr. Phil.) I completely own the fact that I went to the ISU/NE game on Saturday and drank like the college kid I still am at heart. BUT, foodwise, I stayed 100% on track and if I only see a 3 pound loss tomorrow and not a 5 pound loss, I will be okay with that.
Recipe alert! (Got this one from Coach K)
Granola
1 pkg oatmeal
1 pkg Splenda
1 T caramel syrup
1 tsp cinnamon
water
mix dry ingredients, add syrup and add water a few teaspoons at a time. (I think I ended up only using a tablespoon of water) You want the water to just get the mixture to come together. Sprinkle onto a greased cookie sheet and bake 5-10 minutes at 400. Store it in a plastic baggie. I had this for mid morning snack today, it was a nice change up and a good way to eat the oatmeal on the go.
Now, for other business, I can already hear several of you saying, "bar? Did she say bar? What was she doing in the bar? Oh, I bet she was the DD and she was drinking ginger ale...." Um, no, she was not and frankly, if anyone you were thinking that, your privileges as stalker friend have been revoked. I was drinking and enjoying it. BUT here is the big difference.....Old Jill upon entering her home after an evening of cocktails would have eaten the ass end of a skunk dipped in ranch dressing and covered with cheese then downed a gallon of fountain pepsi and gone to bed. The next morning, old Jill would have made hashbrowns, eggs, toast and sausage because nothing soaks up a hangover like a little grease. NEW IMPROVED Jill ate a bag of chili nacho cheese puffs, downed a gallon of ice water and went to bed. For breakfast she made scrambled eggs topped with salsa drank some more water, then went outside and took a walk. (then went inside and took a nap, at 10 a.m.) Anyway, my point is and keep in mind this is my opinion and my opinion only, I think one of the big reasons one shouldn't drink while on this program is that you lose your inhibition and the same thing in alcohol that makes you think you're a "Solid Gold" dancer makes you think its okay to eat ranch dressing covered skunk ass, or whatever it is you choose to eat when you've had too much drinky drinky.
Another thing to think about if you choose to drink, is that, I realize that if I were to not drink, I would probably see bigger losses, but I am fine with the losses I have seen thus far. ALSO, I know that the decisions I make are what is affecting my loss, or lack thereof, not that the program itself is not working, or that it's the coach's fault.
I guess what I am trying to say is that no matter what program or plan you are on, if you don't follow it, or work at it, it's not going to work. Coach K can't do this for you, I can't do this for you, you can't do this for me. I am the one that let my weight get out of control, I have to be the one that fixes it. I have to own it. (God, now I'm starting to sound like Dr. Phil.) I completely own the fact that I went to the ISU/NE game on Saturday and drank like the college kid I still am at heart. BUT, foodwise, I stayed 100% on track and if I only see a 3 pound loss tomorrow and not a 5 pound loss, I will be okay with that.
Recipe alert! (Got this one from Coach K)
Granola
1 pkg oatmeal
1 pkg Splenda
1 T caramel syrup
1 tsp cinnamon
water
mix dry ingredients, add syrup and add water a few teaspoons at a time. (I think I ended up only using a tablespoon of water) You want the water to just get the mixture to come together. Sprinkle onto a greased cookie sheet and bake 5-10 minutes at 400. Store it in a plastic baggie. I had this for mid morning snack today, it was a nice change up and a good way to eat the oatmeal on the go.
Friday, November 5, 2010
A few reasons why
Since I won't be blogging over the weekend, (as I told my stalker friends, its going to be hard enough to do this every week day, so don't expect weekend posts) I will go ahead and post an extra entry so you won't go through any withdrawls. (I am pretty addictive, I know. )
When I started this LIFESTYLE CHANGE (you're welcome Coach K) I had a few reasons as to why I was doing it, i will share them now with you. (Some of you may have heard/seen some of these, tough shit, read them again.)
1) I want a smaller ass. (Hence the name of my blog, clever, I know)
2) I want to weigh less than an NFL linebacker, and I'm not so sure I do. (See related reason 11)
3) I don't want to be the "fat mom."
4) I want to be able to wear Drew's sweatshirt/jacket/warm up, whatever, when he hands it to me to hold instead of having to use it for a napkin or seat cushion.
5) I want to hear people say, "Big D, your wife is pretty hot, how did that happen?" (I did actually hear this a few weeks ago and I gotta say, I didn't exactly hate it, and I want to hear it again.)
6) I want to be able to run. (Anyone who's followed me knows that I am starting to get there!)
7) I want to get rid of my eight chins and "bat wings."
8) I want to be able to walk into any store any where and know that I could fit into anything, not just shop for accessories.
9) I want to wear a 2 piece bathing suit. (Not a bikini, but a 2 piece.)
10) I want to be able to run, jump, bike, do whatever with my kids without fail.
11) I want to be smaller than an NFL kicker. ( I have successfully achieved reason #2, so we had to change players.)
12) I want to learn to just eat and eat like you should, using food as fuel, instead of obsessing about what food I might eat when and how it will taste and dreaming about alfredo and reese's peanut butter cups.
13) As much as I have always been okay with being the "fat, funny one" I would just as soon drop the fat part of that description.
Those are just a few of my reasons for doing this and if I keep them fresh in my mind, then perhaps, more of them will get accomplished.
Food tip!
1) Always, always ALWAYS blend your shakes in the blender with cold water and ice cubes...so much better that way.
2) If you aren't a fan of the vanilla skakes or pudding, blend them with ice and diet root beer, makes for a yummy root beer float.
3) Mix your soups and oatmeals first thing in the morning, or the night before and refrigerate them until you are ready to nuke them. This helps the noodles, rice, fruit, etc reconstitute and the taste and texture is MUCH better.
4) If at first you've tried something and are convinced you hate it, give it a few weeks then try it again, you may find your tastebuds have changed.
When I started this LIFESTYLE CHANGE (you're welcome Coach K) I had a few reasons as to why I was doing it, i will share them now with you. (Some of you may have heard/seen some of these, tough shit, read them again.)
1) I want a smaller ass. (Hence the name of my blog, clever, I know)
2) I want to weigh less than an NFL linebacker, and I'm not so sure I do. (See related reason 11)
3) I don't want to be the "fat mom."
4) I want to be able to wear Drew's sweatshirt/jacket/warm up, whatever, when he hands it to me to hold instead of having to use it for a napkin or seat cushion.
5) I want to hear people say, "Big D, your wife is pretty hot, how did that happen?" (I did actually hear this a few weeks ago and I gotta say, I didn't exactly hate it, and I want to hear it again.)
6) I want to be able to run. (Anyone who's followed me knows that I am starting to get there!)
7) I want to get rid of my eight chins and "bat wings."
8) I want to be able to walk into any store any where and know that I could fit into anything, not just shop for accessories.
9) I want to wear a 2 piece bathing suit. (Not a bikini, but a 2 piece.)
10) I want to be able to run, jump, bike, do whatever with my kids without fail.
11) I want to be smaller than an NFL kicker. ( I have successfully achieved reason #2, so we had to change players.)
12) I want to learn to just eat and eat like you should, using food as fuel, instead of obsessing about what food I might eat when and how it will taste and dreaming about alfredo and reese's peanut butter cups.
13) As much as I have always been okay with being the "fat, funny one" I would just as soon drop the fat part of that description.
Those are just a few of my reasons for doing this and if I keep them fresh in my mind, then perhaps, more of them will get accomplished.
Food tip!
1) Always, always ALWAYS blend your shakes in the blender with cold water and ice cubes...so much better that way.
2) If you aren't a fan of the vanilla skakes or pudding, blend them with ice and diet root beer, makes for a yummy root beer float.
3) Mix your soups and oatmeals first thing in the morning, or the night before and refrigerate them until you are ready to nuke them. This helps the noodles, rice, fruit, etc reconstitute and the taste and texture is MUCH better.
4) If at first you've tried something and are convinced you hate it, give it a few weeks then try it again, you may find your tastebuds have changed.
Torture: AKA scale wars
So, we've all heard that one is not to step on the scale every day. You may wonder why, and I am here to tell you. Stepping on the scale every day is a form of torture akin to say, having Jon Bon Jovi sitting in a plexiglass cube in the middle of my living room and I can't break the plexi-glass, or being told that I could be the filling in the Brian Urlacher/Tim Mcgraw sandwich that is locked in my minivan and I can't find my keys. Case in point, I have been an ANGEL on the plan all week (as one should be) I even worked out last night. I stepped on the scale this morning and BAM, I am UP two pounds..FML...but alas, it is not my true weight, it is my body messing with me. My body does this alot, in fact, I can and have fluctuated 8+ pounds in the matter of two days. THAT IS NOT REAL WEIGHT PEOPLE! A gain of 8 pounds is ingesting and NOT burning an EXTRA 28,000 calories. 28,000. That is the caloric equivalent of 52 Big Macs or 7 ENTIRE large Pizza Hut meat lover's pan pizzas, and trust me, I KNOW I am not eating those things or coming anywhere even close.
So, while I on occasion like to peek at the scale, I know I shouldn't because I KNOW that when I weigh every day, I am not seeing a true reflection of what is reality.
I mentioned earlier that I worked out last night. At our last "Get Skinny" meeting I talked about the fact that I need to "go somewhere" in order to get inspired to work out, even though I have umpteen DVD's and an elliptical in the man cave. So last night, I thought SCREW IT, walk the 12 steps down into the mancave and get your ass on the elliptical! So, I forced myself into strapping on the tennis shoes and wiggling into the sports bra, grabbed Drew's I-pod and away I went. (Disclaimer: I did have sweats and a t-shirt on, too.) I must have been singing a little louder than I thought I was, because the kids kept peeking down the basement steps. Drew later admitted that he thought I had fallen off the elliptical and was hurt because it wounded like I was crying. (And to think I used to be a lead soloist, so I thought I could ACTUALLY sing.) Anyway, with the help of a few newly downloaded songs, I went 42 minutes on my elliptical...as I texted Coach K...I told her it was time I made this diet my bitch.
Songs to add to your workout playlist:
Pink- 'Raise Your Glass'
Flo Rida 'Club Can't Handle Me'
Eminem- 'Not Afraid' (If you listen to some of the lyrics and instead of thinking the song is about getting clean, they really can relate to weight loss, i.e. "I just can't keep living this way, so starting today, I'm breaking out of this cage. I've had enough gonna face my demons. Etc."
Stevie Wonder- 'Superstition'
B.O.B. featuring Rivers Cuomo, 'Magic in Me'
Recipe:
So, while I on occasion like to peek at the scale, I know I shouldn't because I KNOW that when I weigh every day, I am not seeing a true reflection of what is reality.
I mentioned earlier that I worked out last night. At our last "Get Skinny" meeting I talked about the fact that I need to "go somewhere" in order to get inspired to work out, even though I have umpteen DVD's and an elliptical in the man cave. So last night, I thought SCREW IT, walk the 12 steps down into the mancave and get your ass on the elliptical! So, I forced myself into strapping on the tennis shoes and wiggling into the sports bra, grabbed Drew's I-pod and away I went. (Disclaimer: I did have sweats and a t-shirt on, too.) I must have been singing a little louder than I thought I was, because the kids kept peeking down the basement steps. Drew later admitted that he thought I had fallen off the elliptical and was hurt because it wounded like I was crying. (And to think I used to be a lead soloist, so I thought I could ACTUALLY sing.) Anyway, with the help of a few newly downloaded songs, I went 42 minutes on my elliptical...as I texted Coach K...I told her it was time I made this diet my bitch.
Songs to add to your workout playlist:
Pink- 'Raise Your Glass'
Flo Rida 'Club Can't Handle Me'
Eminem- 'Not Afraid' (If you listen to some of the lyrics and instead of thinking the song is about getting clean, they really can relate to weight loss, i.e. "I just can't keep living this way, so starting today, I'm breaking out of this cage. I've had enough gonna face my demons. Etc."
Stevie Wonder- 'Superstition'
B.O.B. featuring Rivers Cuomo, 'Magic in Me'
Recipe:
Cauliflower Pizza Crust
CRUST:
1/4 cup Egg Beaters (1/8 Lean)
3/8 cup (which = 1/4 cup + 2 Tbs.) 2% low fat shredded Mexican 4 cheese variety for a
firmer crust (3/8 lean)
1 cup steamed cauliflower shredded a food processor, magic bullet or blender (2 greens)
Dash of Italian spices (optional)
Mix together and put into a Pam sprayed foil pie pan. Pat down so it all sticks together.
Bake 20 min at 450 till it starts to turn brown then flip it over and bake another 10 minutes. I bought 9 disposable pie pans and baked 4 at a time. I used the extra pan to place on top of the hot pans to flip them over. Then I could just slide the crust back into its original pan. I'm sure a spatula would work just as well.
TOP WITH:
2 tsp Ragu Pizza Quick sauce - it's only .5g of sugar (2 condiments)
1/2 cup 2% low fat shredded Mozzarella cheese (1/2 lean)
1/2 cup of veggie - I used red, yellow & orange bell peppers (1 green)
CRUST:
1/4 cup Egg Beaters (1/8 Lean)
3/8 cup (which = 1/4 cup + 2 Tbs.) 2% low fat shredded Mexican 4 cheese variety for a
firmer crust (3/8 lean)
1 cup steamed cauliflower shredded a food processor, magic bullet or blender (2 greens)
Dash of Italian spices (optional)
Mix together and put into a Pam sprayed foil pie pan. Pat down so it all sticks together.
Bake 20 min at 450 till it starts to turn brown then flip it over and bake another 10 minutes. I bought 9 disposable pie pans and baked 4 at a time. I used the extra pan to place on top of the hot pans to flip them over. Then I could just slide the crust back into its original pan. I'm sure a spatula would work just as well.
TOP WITH:
2 tsp Ragu Pizza Quick sauce - it's only .5g of sugar (2 condiments)
1/2 cup 2% low fat shredded Mozzarella cheese (1/2 lean)
1/2 cup of veggie - I used red, yellow & orange bell peppers (1 green)
I have also added mushrooms, sliced black olives, a handful of browned ground turkey, BOCA crumbles or turkey pepperoni, spinach and broccoli, basically whatever you have hanging around.
I then cooked my pizza on preheated pizza stone at 425 for 10 min which made the crust even crisper - Yum! You could also use a cookie sheet or even the foil pie pan used to bake the crust.
TO FREEZE CRUSTS:
Let cool, wrap each in plastic wrap and then stack them in a Ziploc freezer bag. Foil tins can be easily washed and ready for next time. When ready to use let defrost, top with toppings and bake. I think it's best to make several at a time, so when you get the urge for pizza, you can just have pizza without all the mess!
I then cooked my pizza on preheated pizza stone at 425 for 10 min which made the crust even crisper - Yum! You could also use a cookie sheet or even the foil pie pan used to bake the crust.
TO FREEZE CRUSTS:
Let cool, wrap each in plastic wrap and then stack them in a Ziploc freezer bag. Foil tins can be easily washed and ready for next time. When ready to use let defrost, top with toppings and bake. I think it's best to make several at a time, so when you get the urge for pizza, you can just have pizza without all the mess!
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Here we go...
While I should call this day one of Operation S.A. (which stands for smaller ass), I actually started this mission on June 1. HOWEVER, after much peer pressure from my friends (also known as stalkers) this is day one of my new improved blog about my journey to achieve holy galactic single digit sizes.
First, a word about how I am carrying out my mission..I am on a fabulous, super easy program, in which I eat six meals a day, don't have to exercise til a lung pops or until I burst a hamstring, I get a FREE- AMAZING health coach and I average a loss of four pounds per week. You can find the program at www.GetSkinny4Good.com. (Yes, Krystal, my coach, paid me to say all that....just kidding, the program really is all I said it was and Krystal is amazing.) (Okay, maybe she paid me to say the amazing part.)
Anywho...I started the program, as I mentioned June 1. I was on it whole hog after watching my coach and bestie literally disappear before me. I rocked it, UNTIL about Sept. 10, since then I have been half-assing it and I am hoping by blogging about my experiences I can motivate myself to get back on track. As of today, well technically Tuesday, which is my weigh in day, I have lost 43 pounds. I was up to 48, but due to my obsession with pasta, I gained five back. More than the pounds lost, I am wearing sizes that I have not seen since prior to having my son, who is almost 14. I have been able to buy shirts that are simply large, not XL or even 2XL. I no longer pop Advil like they are M&M's due to the headaches I had from eating crap and my fat ass can actually run 1 mile. (Disclaimer: This ass does not run, in fact I have often said if someone were chasing me with a knife I would stop and take my chances with the blade because the run would surely do me in.)
One would think with all of these positives, staying on track until I hit my goal would not be a problem. Well, tell that to the bowl of pasta salad in my refrigerator and the deep dish Chicago style pizza that will be calling my name when we visit the Windy City. While part of me wants to keep on Operation S.A. and continue to see a smaller ass, evidently there is still a part of me that just doesn't care and that's the part of me I have to work on right now. I KNOW how to do this, I KNOW what to eat, when to eat it and why I am eating it. I KNOW what to avoid and I KNOW how to see positive results on the scale, getting myself to DO it, is another issue. One would also think that after watching a parent have a heart attack and go through angioplasty, knowing that heart disease is hereditary, staying on track would be easier, but at times, it's just not so.
So, here I am, day one of my blog, day one of re-commitment to Operation S.A. I have several things motivating me. 1) My husband and I are going to Mexico in December. I have a pair of white cut-off shorts that I purposely purchased a size too small. I WILL wear them in Mexico and they WILL look good. (Another disclaimer....I can get them on and get them buttoned without having to lay down on the bed or enlist the help of a pliers, but they are not at all "wearable in public.") 2) The heart health clinic at the hospital where they take your cholesterol, blood sugars, etc for way cheap is in February. While I have no idea where they currently sit, I want the results to be positive, because while I call this Operation Smaller Ass, it really is about more than that. 3) I want to hit my goal by the time I turn 34, which is in January, which is totally doable. 4) "Krystal's Girls" are committing to the running of the 5K at next year's July 4 road run. I WILL run it and I WILL be concerned about my time and I WILL finish ahead of the walkers. 5) Some of us are having a challenge for the next month to help us get back on track...there is $140 up for grabs, Christmas is coming and mama wants some skinny jeans.....I WILL win that challenge.
Now for the second part of this blog, recipe and other blog share: Stalker friends....the blog I adore is blogspot.escapefromobestiy.com, learn it, love it, live it.
Peanut Better Cookies
1 pkg PB soft serve
1 pkg maple brown sugar oatmeal
1 T sugar free syrup of your choice, I've used caramel and chocolate both
1/2 tsp baking powder
1/3 cup water
Mix adding the water slowly, so it forms a thick cookie dough, drop by large spoonfuls on a greased cookie sheet. Bake at 350 for 10 minutes or so. Makes 4 large cookies, 2 meals and is a good way to get rid of the soft serve, which while okay, is more of a pain in the ass than its worth. The cookies are soft and chewy, but have a better consistency than the oatmeal muffins, which to me are nasty. ENJOY!
First, a word about how I am carrying out my mission..I am on a fabulous, super easy program, in which I eat six meals a day, don't have to exercise til a lung pops or until I burst a hamstring, I get a FREE- AMAZING health coach and I average a loss of four pounds per week. You can find the program at www.GetSkinny4Good.com. (Yes, Krystal, my coach, paid me to say all that....just kidding, the program really is all I said it was and Krystal is amazing.) (Okay, maybe she paid me to say the amazing part.)
Anywho...I started the program, as I mentioned June 1. I was on it whole hog after watching my coach and bestie literally disappear before me. I rocked it, UNTIL about Sept. 10, since then I have been half-assing it and I am hoping by blogging about my experiences I can motivate myself to get back on track. As of today, well technically Tuesday, which is my weigh in day, I have lost 43 pounds. I was up to 48, but due to my obsession with pasta, I gained five back. More than the pounds lost, I am wearing sizes that I have not seen since prior to having my son, who is almost 14. I have been able to buy shirts that are simply large, not XL or even 2XL. I no longer pop Advil like they are M&M's due to the headaches I had from eating crap and my fat ass can actually run 1 mile. (Disclaimer: This ass does not run, in fact I have often said if someone were chasing me with a knife I would stop and take my chances with the blade because the run would surely do me in.)
One would think with all of these positives, staying on track until I hit my goal would not be a problem. Well, tell that to the bowl of pasta salad in my refrigerator and the deep dish Chicago style pizza that will be calling my name when we visit the Windy City. While part of me wants to keep on Operation S.A. and continue to see a smaller ass, evidently there is still a part of me that just doesn't care and that's the part of me I have to work on right now. I KNOW how to do this, I KNOW what to eat, when to eat it and why I am eating it. I KNOW what to avoid and I KNOW how to see positive results on the scale, getting myself to DO it, is another issue. One would also think that after watching a parent have a heart attack and go through angioplasty, knowing that heart disease is hereditary, staying on track would be easier, but at times, it's just not so.
So, here I am, day one of my blog, day one of re-commitment to Operation S.A. I have several things motivating me. 1) My husband and I are going to Mexico in December. I have a pair of white cut-off shorts that I purposely purchased a size too small. I WILL wear them in Mexico and they WILL look good. (Another disclaimer....I can get them on and get them buttoned without having to lay down on the bed or enlist the help of a pliers, but they are not at all "wearable in public.") 2) The heart health clinic at the hospital where they take your cholesterol, blood sugars, etc for way cheap is in February. While I have no idea where they currently sit, I want the results to be positive, because while I call this Operation Smaller Ass, it really is about more than that. 3) I want to hit my goal by the time I turn 34, which is in January, which is totally doable. 4) "Krystal's Girls" are committing to the running of the 5K at next year's July 4 road run. I WILL run it and I WILL be concerned about my time and I WILL finish ahead of the walkers. 5) Some of us are having a challenge for the next month to help us get back on track...there is $140 up for grabs, Christmas is coming and mama wants some skinny jeans.....I WILL win that challenge.
Now for the second part of this blog, recipe and other blog share: Stalker friends....the blog I adore is blogspot.escapefromobestiy.com, learn it, love it, live it.
Peanut Better Cookies
1 pkg PB soft serve
1 pkg maple brown sugar oatmeal
1 T sugar free syrup of your choice, I've used caramel and chocolate both
1/2 tsp baking powder
1/3 cup water
Mix adding the water slowly, so it forms a thick cookie dough, drop by large spoonfuls on a greased cookie sheet. Bake at 350 for 10 minutes or so. Makes 4 large cookies, 2 meals and is a good way to get rid of the soft serve, which while okay, is more of a pain in the ass than its worth. The cookies are soft and chewy, but have a better consistency than the oatmeal muffins, which to me are nasty. ENJOY!
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