I'm back. And I'm ready to Confess. Last night I sat on the couch and ate a polish hot dog while watching TOP CHEF on my DVR. I know it sounds like an oxymoron using "hot dogs" and "Top Chef" in the same sentence, but I looked forward to doing it all day - the hot dog (with saurkraut) and sitting on the couch. It's just so comforting to know that after I put my kids to bed, I can totally veg out, watch some brainless entertainment (is it wrong that I love my DVR?) and eat whatever I feel like. I usually alternate; something salty, then something sweet. When I'm really feeling glutinous, I eat something sweet, then something salty, then something sweet again.
Needless to say - although maybe I do need to say it - I gotta figure something else out. I've decided to start my diet (again...sigh) on Wednesday. I just can't decide which program to use. Weight Watchers has worked in the past for me, but the macro-patterning/break-the-fat-loss-code thing seems like I could avoid the diet plateau. Maybe I'll start with WW, then switch to the other. Tomorrow, I'm going to the store and buying some vegetables, something that has been severely deplete in my diet (or lack, thereof) lately.
As much as I hate exercise, I think I'm going to have to join a gym. I can't seem to manage to do it at home. It seems when I have the time while at home, the couch just beckons for me to keep it company. And then it and the TV gang up on me and start whispering to go visit the kitchen. So I am going to set rules for myself. No snacking on the couch. Bad couch. I'm going to work out at least 3 times a week at the gym. OK, I'll still probably watch TV at night. I mean, come on, I have a whiny 2-year old that fights with my 5 year old all day long. I still need a little me time. But absolutely, positively no snacking. Other than sugar-free jello. That's all for now. My couch is calling to me and I have Biggest Looser to watch on my DVR.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Friday, December 5, 2008
Happiness and Thinness are not Synonyms
I just logged on to my MySpace account, and saw the funniest advertisement. The one I just saw was a picture of a fat girl and then a picture of (suposedly) the same girl skinny with a hot guy, and the heading said "I lost 27 pounds in 2 weeks and so can you". Yah, right, if I get liposuction. The ones that tick me off, though, are the "before" pictures that really aren't that bad. I guess you know you need to go on a diet when you're envious of the "before" pictures. But I see these kind of ads all the time on the internet. It's sort of depressing to think of all the people desperate to loose weight, and even more so that being skinny is the key to happiness. I guess the point I really wanted to make, is that - sure, being skinny can help in the hapiness department - but it's not a guarantee. Happiness and thinness are not synonyms. I wonder if I can convince myself that fatness and unhappiness aren't either.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Culinary Debauchery
So, I'm already up 0.4 pounds, and I haven't even had Thanksgiving dinner yet. I've decided not to sweat it, though. I love Thanksgiving - even more than Christmas. There's no stress of sending out x-mas cards, shopping for gifts and wondering how to afford presents, not artificial or forced happiness and annoying music. It's all about enjoying friends, family, and good food. And in my family, it's not just a one day thing. It's an all out, 2 day event. Total culinary debauchery.
But because of this diet, I found myself actually filled with anxiety. So I've decided to let myself have a few days of guilt-free (almost) consumption. Normally, I would put on a few pounds or five, and not worry about it until after new years. But this year, I've already dropped 6 pounds, and I plan on dieting in between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Plus, I've discovered my 4 1/2 year old loves doing yoga with me at night. So after putting Ruthy to bed, it's Rory and Mama time to do yoga. So not only am I doing something good for my body, but I'm setting a good example for my daughter. In the greater scheme of things, being a pig for a few days probably isn't something that's going to have big impact on my diet. It may not be the wisest choice, but it's one that I can live with.
"Great wisdom may resemble foolishness."
-Chinese proverb, Lao-tzu.
P.S. I love Chinese proverbs!
But because of this diet, I found myself actually filled with anxiety. So I've decided to let myself have a few days of guilt-free (almost) consumption. Normally, I would put on a few pounds or five, and not worry about it until after new years. But this year, I've already dropped 6 pounds, and I plan on dieting in between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Plus, I've discovered my 4 1/2 year old loves doing yoga with me at night. So after putting Ruthy to bed, it's Rory and Mama time to do yoga. So not only am I doing something good for my body, but I'm setting a good example for my daughter. In the greater scheme of things, being a pig for a few days probably isn't something that's going to have big impact on my diet. It may not be the wisest choice, but it's one that I can live with.
"Great wisdom may resemble foolishness."
-Chinese proverb, Lao-tzu.
P.S. I love Chinese proverbs!
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Ctrl-Alt-Delete
Good news and bad news. I was totally stressed out about my west-b test that I had to take today (a basic skills test in math, reading, & writing you have to pass to get into a teaching certification program), that I sort of forgot about my diet. I always eat when I'm stressed (or sad, lonely, happy, excited, ok - maybe it's not such a good excuse), but I didn't eat as bad as I normally do. Thursday, latte and scone. Friday, 2 poptarts - not terrible, but not good. Saturday on my way to the test, I stopped at McD's and got an egg mcmuffin and a latte. That's not so bad, except I also got a cherry pie, and of course you have to get 2, because they're 2 for a $1, and only one is $0.89, and I have to get the most for my money, right? That was a rhetorical question. Anyway, the test was way easier than I thought it was going to be (yay!) so to celebrate afterwards, I stopped at Starbucks and got a ginger snap latte and a donut - argh!
But, the good news is I did something besides sit on my butt this week. Thursday I did another 3 hours of lumberjack aerobics stacking wood, and after I got home from my test via Starbucks, I went for a brisk 45 minute walk. The highlight of which I got to pet a baby cow through the fence, and on my return trip, he came running up to the fence when he saw me walk by, so I got to pet his nose again. I guess that's one of the perks of living out in the country (If you don't think petting a calf's nose is a perk, then you probably belong within the city limits).
On a more inspiring note, I just finished reading this book called "Crack the Fat-Loss Code: Outsmart Your Metabolism and Conquer the Diet Plateau" by Wendy Chant. Some one recommended it to me because it sounded kind of like what I was already doing. But this book makes the most sense of any diet book/program that I've ever read - and let me tell you, I've read and tried ALOT of them. She actually explains why you (and I really mean Me) reach that dang diet plateau on every single diet. You know how it is, you loose weight to a point, then you get stuck, get discouraged, and go for the donuts. At least that's what I do. And it's not about depriving yourself either, which can only be maintained if you live in a vacuum, except the 1st 7 days of the diet. The 1st week is called the carb-deplete phase, which I'm not looking forward to, but I can do anything for 7 days. So monday, I am going to"Ctrl-Alt-Delete" my diet plan. I'll let you know how it works out.
But, the good news is I did something besides sit on my butt this week. Thursday I did another 3 hours of lumberjack aerobics stacking wood, and after I got home from my test via Starbucks, I went for a brisk 45 minute walk. The highlight of which I got to pet a baby cow through the fence, and on my return trip, he came running up to the fence when he saw me walk by, so I got to pet his nose again. I guess that's one of the perks of living out in the country (If you don't think petting a calf's nose is a perk, then you probably belong within the city limits).
On a more inspiring note, I just finished reading this book called "Crack the Fat-Loss Code: Outsmart Your Metabolism and Conquer the Diet Plateau" by Wendy Chant. Some one recommended it to me because it sounded kind of like what I was already doing. But this book makes the most sense of any diet book/program that I've ever read - and let me tell you, I've read and tried ALOT of them. She actually explains why you (and I really mean Me) reach that dang diet plateau on every single diet. You know how it is, you loose weight to a point, then you get stuck, get discouraged, and go for the donuts. At least that's what I do. And it's not about depriving yourself either, which can only be maintained if you live in a vacuum, except the 1st 7 days of the diet. The 1st week is called the carb-deplete phase, which I'm not looking forward to, but I can do anything for 7 days. So monday, I am going to"Ctrl-Alt-Delete" my diet plan. I'll let you know how it works out.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
carbohydrate hedonism
Last night I raided my kids halloween candy. I've made my confession, and my bathroom scale is my penance. Enough said.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Flower Girl Wrangler
Wedding Food. That says it all. Actually, I did pretty good considering my old habits. Friday was my brother-in-laws wedding rehearsal and dinner, and Saturday was the wedding. I decided to give myself reprieve from the restricted carbohydrate diet, and enjoy myself and celebrate with my family. The dinner was at Round Table Pizza, and I actually only ate 4 very skinny slices (really about 2 regular slices) of pizza, and of course I had some cake. Pre-Diet I probably would have downed twice that no problem. But to even it out, I probably burned about 3,000 calories (OK, maybe only about 300) wrestling the girls in 3 wardrobe changes at the photographers that morning at JC Penny's, and then "practicing" at the rehearsal.
The day of the wedding, I was so busy I hardly had time to eat. I was having guests from out-of-town stay at our place after the wedding, so I frantically tried to clean my house and had to hide a week of unfolded laundry, clean up toys, crumbs, dirty bathrooms, etc and put it all into to some semblance of peace, order, and tranquility. Picture a duck gliding gracefully through the water, and it's odd-looking web feed paddling furiously under water. I think I burned another 3,000 calories wrangling my 2 and 4 year old flower girls trying to keep them clean and occupied at the church before the ceremony. As it was, I had to use 5 safety pins to repair Ruthy's dress that she ripped climbing on the chairs. Trying to get them to smile and look at the camera while on a time line is no small order, either, and as I told Rory to close her knees, I heard echoes of my own mother saying the same thing to me when I was a child. Oh, and did I mention the chapel was 85 degrees? Thank god for deodorant! The girls did make it down the aisle before the bride, but then thought it was a good idea to turn around and pick the petals back up, so I had to go get them, but that was actually kind of cute and entertaining. My mom was there to take Ruthy out of the chapel, which I really appreciated so I could be there to hear the ceremony. Lindsay was absolutely beautiful, and the ceremony made me cry. It was a 3-tissue wedding. It truly was the best wedding ceremony I've witnessed, and it makes me believe that they will have good things ahead of them.
But more about me...well, it is MY blog. The reception was also really nice, and I partook in 2 glasses of wine. I actually didn't pig out, although this is mostly because while I was away from my seat, the buss boy took my plate away before I could finish. If only I could have a bus boy like that at home - ha ha! And of course, I did have cake. It was from Boraccinni's after all, and whoever heard of someone refusing a cake from there!? All in all, it was a really good time, a wonderful wedding, the couple looked absolutely happy and totally in love. I'm so glad that Lindsay is part of the family now. But thank god that's over!
P.S. I'm not weighing in until Thursday....for obvious reasons.
The day of the wedding, I was so busy I hardly had time to eat. I was having guests from out-of-town stay at our place after the wedding, so I frantically tried to clean my house and had to hide a week of unfolded laundry, clean up toys, crumbs, dirty bathrooms, etc and put it all into to some semblance of peace, order, and tranquility. Picture a duck gliding gracefully through the water, and it's odd-looking web feed paddling furiously under water. I think I burned another 3,000 calories wrangling my 2 and 4 year old flower girls trying to keep them clean and occupied at the church before the ceremony. As it was, I had to use 5 safety pins to repair Ruthy's dress that she ripped climbing on the chairs. Trying to get them to smile and look at the camera while on a time line is no small order, either, and as I told Rory to close her knees, I heard echoes of my own mother saying the same thing to me when I was a child. Oh, and did I mention the chapel was 85 degrees? Thank god for deodorant! The girls did make it down the aisle before the bride, but then thought it was a good idea to turn around and pick the petals back up, so I had to go get them, but that was actually kind of cute and entertaining. My mom was there to take Ruthy out of the chapel, which I really appreciated so I could be there to hear the ceremony. Lindsay was absolutely beautiful, and the ceremony made me cry. It was a 3-tissue wedding. It truly was the best wedding ceremony I've witnessed, and it makes me believe that they will have good things ahead of them.
But more about me...well, it is MY blog. The reception was also really nice, and I partook in 2 glasses of wine. I actually didn't pig out, although this is mostly because while I was away from my seat, the buss boy took my plate away before I could finish. If only I could have a bus boy like that at home - ha ha! And of course, I did have cake. It was from Boraccinni's after all, and whoever heard of someone refusing a cake from there!? All in all, it was a really good time, a wonderful wedding, the couple looked absolutely happy and totally in love. I'm so glad that Lindsay is part of the family now. But thank god that's over!
P.S. I'm not weighing in until Thursday....for obvious reasons.
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