Tuesday, January 11, 2011
I've not been feeling well the past couple of days, and have been under the drain of a sinus infection. Still, I'd adhered to the plan all week...and didn't so much as touch my 49 extra points.
Last night, I weighed in at my weekly Weight Watchers meeting, and was greeted with a 1.4 lb weight gain!
Holy Moly! Yikes! I'd expected to LOSE!
I'd been dropping weight every single week, since joining Weight Watchers on 11/29/10, and was down just over 11 pounds, and had been loving the plan.
So, last night, after the meeting, I came home, telling myself that I shouldn't feel bad since I'd done everything right.
Well, by midnight, under the spell of sniffles and post-nasal drip, and this unexpected weight gain, my attitude changed and began telling myself...
"Self, you didn't do a single thing to deserve a weight gain, never mind a weight gain of 1.4 pounds! Self, you've been slammed! Self, you need some chocolate chip cookies, and right now."
Boy, that made a lot of sense. Not.
So, did I listen to that crazy inner voice?
There I sat, feeling sorry for myself, eating through a partially full bag of chocolate chip cookies (ummm....ones that hadn't been touched since last November...adding to the gross factor, but I won't go there right now).
Well, I'm today back on plan, and trying to figure out crazy human nature - mine, in particular.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Since waking this morning, I've heard nothing but news of an impending blizzard. Word is that it's to arrive sometime by morning tomorrow, and the prediction is for 12-15 inches. I've got myself a Honda Element SUV, so I'm not worried. I'm a conservative driver, not one to drag race to the office, or elsewhere, for that matter. So, I'm counting on being at work tomorrow.
My son and colleagues at work? Different story. Everyone is hoping for a "snow day."
Can't blame them, really. We could all use a break, now and again.
So, how are you all doing on your health, nutrition and exercise endeavors?
I'd fallen off the wagon, as it were...but since the weekend, I'm back on.
I read Dean Anderson's interesting post on the Daily Spark, having to do with binge eating now being classified a mental disorder. I can buy it.
Don't see myself as a candidate, though. My binges are triggered by certain foodstuffs. I strongly believe that some foods - all of the processed variety - can be addictive to some people. I'm one of those addictive types. There's also the factor of discipline, too. And, goodness knows...I'm not the most disciplined of characters.
Anyway, here's hoping you're all doing well, and that those of you who so desire, have yourselves a divine snow day.
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Tis the season, as they say.
Happy Holidays, everyone!
It's been a long time since I posted on this here blog, an absence mostly due to my repeated falling off of the healthy eating wagon.
This last weekend, cruising around SparkPeople, I was inspired by the folks over at the South Beach Diet (lifestyle) team. I did some reading of their posts and kind of got the South Beach bug.
On Sunday, I began what's called "Phase I" - a low carbohydrate part of the plan that is meant to be practiced for two weeks, before heading off to a more plentiful plan that offers more options. It's not "no carbohydrate"...just low.
So far, so good, but I've got to work on getting my planning down. Last night, it took me round about an hour to prepare the family's lunches for today, and then another hour to get dinner on the table. If nothing else, I burned calories standing around cooking and cleaning, right?
Sunday, October 04, 2009
In our family, we tend to celebrate with food.
You get a raise? Let's go out for Japanese.
You ace a test? How's about Italian?
You get the idea. We're practically religious about our observance of self-imposed food holidays.
Yesterday was our youngest's 18th birthday, so last night the family went out to eat at a local diner. We offered Jesse his choice of any restaurant, but being that nachos are his favorite food group, and since he's big on massive portions (hmmm...wonder where he gets that from?), he opted for a local diner that serves gargantuan meals. Fortunately for Jesse, he's slim. Not so for the rest of us.
I was a good Sparker though. Not perfect, but not heretical either. I ordered a shrimp cocktail as an appetizer, a cup (as opposed to a bowl) of matzoh ball soup, and a Greek Salad (dressing on the side) topped with grilled chicken. I passed on dessert.
Before I venture any further, I want to make clear that the passing on dessert was significant. As far as I'm concerned, the only reason one goes to a Greek diner is to enjoy monstrously large sugary confections. One of my most memorable experiences at this diner is the day that my daughter and I stopped in following an afternoon of shopping at Barnes and Noble (NOTE: I binge on books, too).
We each had a turkey burger that day. It was very good. If memory serves me, I especially enjoyed the coleslaw. If it's good coleslaw, I like to spread it all over the burger and then top the whole mess with the bun. Yes, on that day, I topped my burger with coleslaw. Then...an amazing thing happened...
The waiter began flirting with my daughter. He asked her if she'd like dessert, and my daughter being my daughter said, "Of course." He inquired as to her favorite, and my daughter being my daughter told him she really liked rice pudding. The waiter then turned his attention to me and asked if I'd like something. I told him, "Make it two."
This saint of a waiter (hereinafter known as "Saint Waiter") arrived moments later carrying a tray of heaven.
Instead of being served a small measly dish of perhaps a 1/2 cup of rice pudding dusted with cinnamon, Saint Waiter set before each of us a dessert fantasy in which rice pudding was practically overflowing the 8" tall fluted milkshake glasses (there had to be at least two cups of pudding in each of our servings), AND...AND....the whole thing was decorated with a towering beehive of whipped cream that was dressed in, GET THIS....rainbow sprinkles.
Unbelievable, I know.
Tell me it's not pathetic that one of my most memorable experiences involves not only food, but diner food.
Last night my daughter was accompanied by her boyfriend, so suffice it say that nobody was flirting with her, and no "special" desserts made their way to our table. And, even if that beatific waiter had been on duty last night, I was intent on immersing myself in dietary saint mode, and I actually found a modicum of success in that endeavor.
Despite my fears of going off the wagon last night, I didn't too so bad in terms of my own consumption, BUT I noticed an ugly behavior emerging, just as ugly as if I'd sat down and consumed one of those towering rice pudding fantasies once again...
I became extra aware, and even critical, of what EVERYONE else was eating.
"Are you really going to eat all of those French fries?" I asked my husband.
"That's a LOT of tartar sauce," I offered.
"Why don't you just set that plate aside if you're full?" I suggested.
"You still have room for ice cream and creme de menthe?" I sniffed.
Thankfully, before anyone at the table thought to put me out of their misery, this inner voice began nudging me, "WTF are you doing, GIRLFRIEND?"
Bottom line: Having been virtually slapped upside the head by my Guardian Angel of Fatness, I was a good girl for the remainder of the meal.
My self-imposed penance: I'll abstain from Food Network viewing today, will hop on the recumbent bike for 30 minutes of cycling, and will fit in the meditative mantra, "Judge not, lest ye be judged, Fatty!"
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Boy, did I fall off the wagon, and it was ALL emotionally-induced behavior. Bad behavior, at that!
My first mistake was in not planning my meals with the Nutrition Planner. I just sort of let the bingeing chips fall where they may, and for me, that's a sure recipe for dieting disaster.
The next stupid thing I did was to react to stress by eating everything and anything within arms reach.
My rapid backslide began last Thursday, when I began getting all thirty shades of stressed out over the part time job I was to begin that Saturday morning at 5 a.m. What an utterly uncivilized hour!
As I mentioned some weeks back, while my full-time job as a paralegal hasn't decreased in hours workwd, there have been cut-backs firm-wide in pay. And as to benefits, from here on out, it's no more sick days, no more paid vacations, no more paid holidays. And of course, we've got that not so nice nearly-$6,000 in medical deductibles to deal with each January. Tough stuff for a family dealing with one who has cancer, and another with juvenile diabetes.
Like so many others around the country, the economic hit to my family has been substantial. Big Sarcastic Thanks go to the American economic system, long propped up by smoke and mirrors.
And the new job? Ugh. I'll be on my feet for 8 hours every Saturday and Sunday morning, working at what amounts to a glorified fast food joint. Up at 4 a.m. and finished by 1 p.m., I've a smidgen left to enjoy on weekend afternoons.
Bottom line: it's a seven day workweek for this middle aged broad.
And in the first of many more weeks to come, I royally blew it last week on the nutrition front.
The upshot? I'm back on the wagon. I've stopped feeling sorry for myself, and I'm committed to planning out those meals again.
Here's another opportunity for this here lady to practice what she preaches, right?
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