For anyone who has struggled with losing weight and maintaining a healthy weight I know you will relate to this.
In the last week (that time of the month) I have gained 4lbs. Yes some of that is water weight but some of that is
I find myself using “that time of the month” as an excuse to eat whatever I want. I have read that you do burn more calories and therefore are hungrier during this time and then of course we all know that those darling hormones are no help in making healthier choices. The trick that I know but did put in place for this week is PLANNING AHEAD! I always try to make sure that my pantry and refrigerator are stocked with healthy food and snacks. Due to a crazy busy schedule lately and my love of fall comfort foods this did not happen this month. I am using this as a lesson to push myself to be better prepared and to make the time to take care of me. It is important to maintain a regular healthy intake of food. For me it seems that once I am off the track it is no holds barred. One splurge on cupcakes will result in 4-5 days of not eating well. I don’t know if this is a psychological thing or if it a physical thing. Does the once cupcake lead to a “well I am off the wagon may as well splurge” attitude or once you put that sugar in your body does your body just crave more? The little tiny bit of research I have done shows that it is probably just a mix of the two.
What I do know is that I AM MORE POWERFUL than both of these. I need to tell myself, “Self, you got this and yes you did have that cupcake but that does not mean you are a bad person. You are just as smart and gorgeous as you were pre-cupcake. You are in this for the long haul and you need to keep this body of yours healthy so it will last a long long time.” Because really that is what its all about.
Is it nice to be able to sport a super spiffy cute outfit? Of course.
Does it feel good to see a low number on the scale?…. Well yeah duh!!
Is it great to slip on a size smaller jeans? OH YEAH IT IS!!
However really this whole eating thing is about getting as many years out of this body you were given and spending those years healthy. But what good is a long healthy life if you spend the whole time giving yourself negative self talk and deprivation. The real key is finding balance between all of these factors.
Now, off I go to the grocery store to arm myself for a healthy week full of good choices!
After taking a break from Ideal Protein while I was in Michigan, I decided I liked the way I felt with some carbs in my body.
I was more clear headed. I had more energy. More endurance. I felt like a new woman. While the weight loss with IP was super fast and the program definitely worked, for me I think it’s time to phase in some carbs.
Being off of IP means that I get to go back to the gym. This is going to be tricky because my schedule is super busy right now and will only get even busier next month when I start taking a class. But, I am determined to make it work.
There is a little quote I’ve seen all over Pinterest/Facebook etc that sticks in my head….
With that being said I took my butt butt to the gym yesterday. These are the leg exercises that I did. I’ve never really worked much on strength training. So I just made sure to hit all of the muscles in what are now my sore little legs.
What routines do you follow?
Still in vacation mode and too lazy to even think about cooking/preparing a heathy dinner I sit here waiting for the subshop delivery knowing that I ordered the wrong type of food and too much of it. I already feel bad about it. I already know I’m going to regret it. I know this is a bad move and nothing good is going to come from it.
Why do I do this to myself? It’s only food?!?!
So as established I always felt like the bigger person. This is not something that really bothered me. I mean it was just part of who I was. Well who I thought I was. In actuality I was just normal. It was not until after my son was born that I actually gained weight and was really what you would call over weight. Again this was not something that really bothered me…. well not until my sweet dear husband who is a go along with the flow don’t rock the boat kinda guy said to me “When do you think you will lose the baby weight?” My son was 3 years old at the time.
It just so happens that my best friend was getting married soon and this little comment of my husbands gave me the little push that I needed to get my buns in gear. I bought a gym membership and decided I was going to eat better.
Now eating better was not something that I knew a lot about. So I switched the family to 2% milk for our morning sugary cereal. I ate turkey, cheese and mayonnaise sandwich a day with only half the potato chips that I would ordinarily eat and every night for dinner I had a baked chicken breast with yellow rice and green beans. Believe it or not this “diet” of mine helped me to lose 20lbs. I was taking a 1 mile walk daily either outside or on the treadmill and a step aerobics class once or twice a week. I am sure that my early 20’s metabolism had a lot to do with this loss.
I felt great and was super pleased with the new me. It was not long after the wedding that I got back into the old routine of snacking when I wanted, not really taking any time to consider caloric or fat counts. As you can imagine the pounds came back and life went on. The weight did not really bother me. I just kind of went on with life not really caring to even tackle the thought of my weight. That is until my husbands 30th birthday. We went out with a group of friends for a dinner and dancing. The pictures of that night along with a dose of reality on our newly bought scale sent me into operation get this girl in shape!
I decided I needed some education when it came to nutrition. I needed to get active and I needed something to keep me motivated. So I decided to join weight watchers, restarted by gym membership and started a biggest loser contest with my girlfriends.
This is when I feel my life changed when it came to eating healthy and fitness….
I got in the habit of going to the gym daily. At first my work outs were only about 20 minutes long and they were walks on the treadmill. I gradually increased this time on the treadmill. I had no interest in running so my time on the treadmill was fast walking only. One day I hopped on to the elliptical trainer and I was bumped right back down to 20 minutes. I gradually built my way up to about an hour a day.
Eating right became easier with the help of Weight Watchers http://www.weightwatchers.com/index.aspx and their points system. I learned to read labels and what to look for. I attended the meetings and met many people who were battling this same battle as me. I also met people who started on their journey losing a pound at a time and had lost upwards of 100lbs. Many of them were not there to lose weight but continued to attend meetings in an effort to maintain their weight. This was really eye opening to me. The battle with weight is a life long battle. It was at this time that I realized that I had a food addiction. Sounds silly right? Yeah I thought so too but I know that this is actually the problem that I have. <<< We can talk more about that later >>>>
Long story short I ended up losing 50lbs on Weight Watchers. It took me two years. I would spend January-May doing hardcore dieting and the summer and holiday season maintaining. So I lost 25lbs the first year
and 25lbs the following year.
I FINALLY had mastered this whole food thing! I now knew what I needed to do and I was going to live my life happy and healthy. That is until my world got turned upside down.
Soooo…… I started typing this blog a week ago. I wrote, erased, rewrote and erased again. It turns out my story of chubby is a bit longer and a bit deeper than I thought it was when my fingers started doing the walking. I decided we should take this topic in pieces hence the part 1 in the title. Here we go….
I was always a chubby girl…. Well not really but I always felt like a chubby girl as far back as I can remember. My first memories of social situations are around kindergarten age. I remember playing with my friends in the neighborhood who all seemed to be so small and cute. I was the giant one…. or so I thought. I look back at pictures now and guess what I was a perfectly normal sized child. It just so happened that all of the girls I grew up with were just petite little small fries. I was always towering over them by inches, I was even a head taller than a few. I guess it also did not help the situation my grandmother used to tell me on a regular basis that I was destined to be a big girl because both of my parents were so fat. Yup, those were her exact words. That might seem a little harsh to some of you but that was just her way she called it as she saw it. One of the reasons she was loved by so many.
(That’s me at the top with the yellow lei)
THE TEENAGE YEARS
Well for me the teenage years started at age 11, just as I was entering middle school. I was the first of my friends to “start the journey to womanhood”. And let’s just say that for a girl who already felt giant add on two new appendages and now you have your self a serious complex. I don’t think I stood up straight from the time I was 11 until I was 15. My arms were always over my chest and my back was hunched.
(How about that awesome hair too? Yes that is Sun-In induced lightening of the hair)
When I was about 13 years old I spent 3 weeks with my cousin at her families beach house in Ocean City, MD. That is Baltimore’s version of the Jersey Shore 😉 In those 3 weeks I lost two pants sizes. I came home with none of my clothes fitting me. Emily (my cousin) and I had planned on spending the next 3 weeks at my parents house while her family was at the beach. But, Emily’s parents put a stop to that….I bet she does not remember why but I do. Her parents did not want her to stay with us because my family ate out and ordered too much take out food. WOW!!! This was a big Ah-Ha moment for me. I did not realize that everyone did not eat like us….everyone was not as sedentary as our family was. You see my parents were both severely obese. My dad weighed 380lbs and my mom always hung out somewhere in the mid 200’s.
(My mom and dad)
The TV and the refrigerator ruled our house. There was NEVER a time when there was not at least one television on (usually 2 or 3 at a time) and our refrigerator and pantry were always FULLY STOCKED. Friends that I met in my teens all have stories about coming to my house and it being an oasis of junk food, coca-cola, Ramen noodles and TV dinners. Again…. this was all a surprise to me. I thought everyone, for example, bought a couple of large cheesecakes from Price Club a week. In our house when veggies were served at dinner it was always canned corn or canned peas. Both of my parents worked long hard physical jobs along with volunteering at our school and they coached us (my brother and I) on our softball/baseball teams. So more often than not convenience won over nutrition. Plus, I don’t think that they really believed in the whole “you are what you eat theory”. And yes I did say softball and baseball we did play on a couple of the local organized sports teams so I guess it is unfair to say that we were completely sedentary.
(I am bottom Left in the front, #4. I guess this around age 9. As you can see not chubby at all but boy did I feel that way)
I was a teenager when I met my husband and my best friend. They both met my family in the same way. We were just stopping by my house at a random time in the day. We walked in to find my dad, my brother and my little cousin in their underwear grabbing their bellies having a JELLY ROLL CONTEST. What is a jelly roll contest you ask? This is a contest where you grab your rolls to measure who has the biggest jelly roll. Yes, yes, this could be taken from an episode of Honey Boo Boo and yes it was not one the most exciting events in my teenage years. Oh, Oh did I mention that these were on two separate occasions? Yes that is right Leila and Jim both got to see Jelly Roll contests but they were both on different days…weeks apart. So needless to say the belly was not something to be ashamed of. In the Elliott house the Jelly Roll was embraced not an embarrassment. But, like my momma always said, “I march to the beat of my own drum”. So I never really learned to embrace the belly.