Month 1

MONTH 1 STATS: weight–208.4 * clothing size–18/20

What is it about the *new* year that gets us thinking about changing our lives? There is just something about the promise of new beginnings. When the calendar changes from 07 to 08, we are truly leaving the past in the dust. I’m clinging to this hope right now and building on my past successes. I’ve done this before; I can do this again.

 My plan is simple: One moment at a time. I know that to be successful in my body transformation, I will have to deal with the moments as they come and accept the freedom of making choices. Both of these ideas tend to get lost somewhere in the middle of our extra body fat. You see, it crowds my brain when I say, “Okay, let’s plan to exercise each day this week for 30 minutes.” I get overloaded and busy and plan to cram Tuesday’s session with Wednesday’s because I was at work late. However, if I get up in the morning and tell myself, “30 minutes today.” I can deal with that…and I usually do more than that.

It works the same for food. I’ve drawn up more diet plans than I want to admit. It’s too much. Instead, I have to look at each meal. This is why the Schwarzbein plan seems to work well for me. I set my eating goals as *real* food with less than 15 carbs in each meal. That’s pretty simple: a lean protein, green vegetable, and small carbohydrate four or five times each day.

This is livable. This is doable.

My New Experiment

Pat me on the back. I’ve actually climbed aboard my elliptical machine two nights in a row! I won’t lie to you; I still resent every single minute I’m spinning my legs, but I do enjoy the elation I feel when I step off it. If only I could bottle that feeling!

So tonight I was thinking about my weight and my eating habits because today I sat down and ate an entire box of Little Debbie Fudge Swiss Rolls for no other reason than they were there. One thing I have discovered about myself is that I am much less likely to eat an entire box of snack cakes after a workout. It’s something about that body glow. I’m going to try a little experiment. Instead of shooting for a one hour workout, I’m going to split them up into two thirty-minute workouts. This should also help some with my boredom problem.

I firmly believe that weight loss, like life, is all about discovering what works for you. More about this idea later.

Why Do You Eat?

“You should go get some Dexatrim to keep you from eating at night.”

“But appetite isn’t really my problem.”

“What? How can appetite not be your problem? Why do you eat?”

If I had an answer for that, I’d be almost as wealthy as the creator of Dexatrim. I was thinking of this today as I tried to figure out what to get for lunch today. And I thought of it some more while I inhaled my way too many calories and then intentionally consumed a piece of apple pie. The apple pie is tragic because (1) it really wasn’t very tasty and (2) I really don’t like apple pie.

So why did I eat the pie slice? For one thing, I paid almost $3.00 for it. I didn’t want to feel like I was throwing away my money. I liked the feeling of the crust inside my mouth, the way it melted and pressed against my tongue. I also thoroughly loved sitting by myself with the pie and was putting off letting the dogs back in and getting to work on some odds and ends around here. And you know, as much as I hate the feeling of being overly full, I absolutely LOVE the feeling of a filled belly.  It makes me feel complete.

Just looking over the list leads me to believe that I’m not doing enough to feel satisfied in my life. Okay, so I KNOW that I’m not doing enough to feel satisfied. Revelation is a wonderful thing, but it needs to lead to action. I suppose that’s my next step.

I Suck

Sigh.

That’s what I have to say.

I’m fighting each moment with the voice in my head that wants to me eat. This blasted voice keeps arguing with me that it’s okay to get dressed and go out in the rain to Dairy Queen or the corner store for a Blizzard or Moonpies or my favorite peanut butter pie. So far I’ve countered with some string cheese and dried fruit, and not-so-satisfying salad with turkey and cottage cheese. Then I’m bombarded with orgasmic fantasies of sitting at Sweet Tomatoes and gorging myself on their salad bar and soups and corn muffins. My best “mom” voice comes out then reminding me that I can go there on Friday…for my off meal.

This sucks. I suck. Why can’t I just get my stuff together? How do I wake up all pumped for the day ahead of me only to be sideswiped by these stupid food fantasies? I want to scream right now!

Goals – 7/1/07

In the back of my head, I have this delightfully insane idea that I will workout for 2 hours each day. Please hold the laughter and let me bask in the insanity for a moment.

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Okay, laugh. Actually, I figured that I need to at least lay out some of my goals for the week.

• Get my butt on the elliptical for a minimum of 30 minutes each day (during Dharma & Greg).
• Drag my butt to the gym at least twice this week: once for an upper body and once for a lower body workout.
• Stick to my 24 WW points each day.
• Make better food choices, i.e. fewer processed foods. (I know I feel better when I don’t eat lots of carbs.)
• Water. Water. Water. 64 oz. each day.

That’s good for this week. I don’t think I could handle any more drastic changes. So here’s the plan. Each day I will post how I’ve done with the listed goals. I suppose I can hold myself accountable to my little blog.

Overly Full

I decided to make Friday my off day. In terms of eating habits, it means I am free to eat whatever my heart desires. Normally, this works out well for me because I will just go ahead and eat until I am full (and content with eating my craved foods) and that’s all. But tonight, I ate half my dinner and as I sat on the couch noticing how I felt just perfectly full (not too much and not too little), I mindlessly got up and devoured the rest of the food straight from the refrigerator. Now I’m overly full…yuck.

Another Day. Another Struggle

Another day. Another struggle. The only thing keeping me from hopping in the car and going to Taco Bell is the fact that I’m feeling too lazy to get in the car and an occasional glimpse of a thin actress on the t.v. I hate feeling this way.

I’m stressing and not sure just how to deal with the stress. My mom told me last night that I just cannot do more than I can do in the moment. She’s right, I know, but living life on a moment by moment basis seems somehow…restrictive. As if the alternative of randomly bouncing all across the Pong screen of my mind is so much better. My pants size-tags testify to this.

We are funny creatures. Just yesterday I was singing the praises of discipline and basking in the glow of accomplishment. Today I’m schleping along.

Another day. Another struggle. Another chance.

My To Do List

I am desperately seeking balance right now. I think I may have stumbled upon something valuable yesterday with my question about finding the place in my life where I feel competent and can eat like a normal person.

Today is my first real challenge with this idea. I’m feeling really sad right now because of a family situation. Basically, I’m caught because someone dear to me is angry at me. That’s fine, but this person refuses to talk to me. All I hear from everyone else in the family is that I need to forgive and how funny it is that this person and I cannot seem to get along. I’m lost in the middle of this. I’m screaming at the top of my lungs that I am not the one with the problem. I want to find a resolution, but this person refuses to speak to ME!

So this is weighing heavily on my soul today because being unheard in your own life is a very sad thing, indeed. And the temptation is there to drown myself in food because what’s the point of being healthy—physically or mentally—if no one is there to notice you.

I know I have a choice. I have a to-do list sitting right here in front of me. Really, it’s nothing terribly difficult; I should be able to have most of it done in an hour. That still leaves me time to work on a short story and make a phone call or two.

I’ll be honest. I really don’t know which I will choose the moment I walk away from this computer. You must understand that I want to say I will take the higher the road, but there are no guarantees. The human spirit is so fragile and the mind so deceptive.

For now, I need to cry. And then I hope I will muster all my strength to push on.

Is Balance Really Possible?

I’ve been in denial for far too long about my eating habits. Since I started sharing them, I’ve found that I’m certainly not alone. There’s an odd comfort in that. Who knew that I wasn’t the only person in the world who did weird things with food (like eating the rest of the lime squares and old egg rolls last night at 2 a.m. while planning what excuse to give my husband for the missing food)?

I managed to get keep my eating under control today, but I’ve let a lot of the rest of my life go. To keep myself on track, I sat at the computer long enough for my dogs to pull a bottle of oil out of the pantry and spill it all over the carpet. My living room now looks like a disaster zone. The laundry is still not put away. And my never ending to-do list is growing. I never made it to the elliptical machine. I didn’t get any writing or work on my online course done. Is there really a balance out there where I can feel competent in my own life and eat like a normal person?

This is an interesting question for me tonight, and I will think about it while I fall asleep tonight.

Small Beginnings

I pulled out of the Sonic drive-thru and popped a tater tot in my mouth. Normally, I love tater tots. I’d totally swipe them off someone’s lunch tray and stuff them away in my pocket for later. This particular tater tot had a chewy consistency, like it *had* been sitting around in someone’s pocket. That in itself is a scary thought, and most people would have stopped eating the tater tots. Not me. I paid for them, thank you, and I was going to get my money’s worth. And I did. I ate every single, chewy, stale tater tot in the box, and with each bite, I thought about every time I’ve heard someone say, “Don’t eat it if you don’t want it.”

So why did I do it? What was I trying to prove? That question has haunted me for years. I have no answer now, but I hope that I find the answers here…in the process.