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Yeah. Today went well. We drove an hour and a half out into the Valley to visit a little college with B, as I mentioned yesterday. Since I forgot to hit publish last night, the date on the post will be today, but I wrote it last night.
Other than eating a donut for b’fast because we overslept 40 minutes & were late, I managed the plan pretty well today. The eatng part anyway. Lunch was honeydew & cantaloupe & 2 beef tortillas w/ salsa & sour cream & ice water. 2 cookies & 1/2 a piece of chocolate cake.
Dinner will be Cincinnati chili- don’t ask me who named it that or if Cinncinnatians actually eat this. Cinci chili, according to a restaurant near us, is regular chili served over spaghetti noodles.
I’m tired & grumpy & have to go out & run errands again after dinner. The kid down the street is spending the night. I’d forgotten we’d made this deal Tuesday so we returned home this afternoon to a LOVELY surprise. I really don’t like this kid on a good day. Tonight should be interesting. Hopefully I’ll just hide in the back room & time will fly by. I’d better becasue we’re getting up early for Church tomorrow & the kids know it’s a short & fast sleepover.
Um. This is supposed to be my weight lossjournal/online conscience. Something like that. In the interest of honesty and keeping it real etc. Wanna know my new favorite sammich??? Of course you do. Grilled havaarti on German pumpernickel. OMG- warm and melty and creamy. YUMMY.
Naturally this is why I need to make healthier choices- I ate two. I suppose it was better than artificial cheese product on that ultrasoft, pillable over bleached white bread. I oughta’ve stopped at one though. TOO LATE. LOL
Remember the exercise plan for this week? Totally shot to hell. No good reason, really. I’d think, “Hey, you need to go for a walk.” Wait a couple of seconds and any number of excuses pop up. Too tired- from not exercising! Too many errands. Too____. Fill in the blank.
I gotta run. Tomorrow hubby and are driving out to the valley to take oldest son, B, to a small music oriented liberal arts college for their open house. As I type this he sits behind me diligently filling out college application forms. I remember him as a roly poly infant creamy skin, pink gums, enormous smile. Full of hugs and trust and innocence.
Now he’s 6′2″, taller than hubby, skinny, hazel eyed, shy young adult. Not quite ready to step out but brave and hopeful. Where have all the years gone? I look at him and still see the tiny infant. Hold him close. Safe and warm forever.
I’m making black bean chili in my crock pot insert. Daughter, N, will only need to drop the insert into the heater base, turn it on & we’ll be ready. I know I won’t feel like cooking after traipsing around the college all day. This way I won’t take the easy way out and order fast food or something else greasy and fattening.
That’s the plan anyway. I’ll let you know if I succeeded.
Have you heard? The supermarket chain Hannaford’s has had independant analysis performed on much of their stock. They assign stars based on the nutritional content of the foods using a scale more stringent than the FDA pyramid (which is damn useless, IMO). Unfortunately, there isn’t a Hannaford close to my home, but I applaud their efforts to provide nutritionally accurate information to their customers.
As for me, I’ve maintained the 12-13 pounds I lost over the summer. I regained maybe 3-4 pounds over September and October, which I expected, but I seem to be maintaining my loss relatively painlessly. My hubby, currently approximately 50-60 pounds overweight, ran and finished the October Marine Corps Marathon in Washington DC. I am so proud of him. He did so well, with very little strain and injury afterward. My main goal was to rekindle his interest in once or twice weekly regular exercise. I hope I’ve succeeded.
His family health history is extremely scary- especially the men. Several of his male relatives have died of lifestyle related diseases younger than age 60. Cardiac disease, high blood pressure, diabetic complications, etc. His father had a major heart attack at 49. Now, they all smoke and most of them drink heavily. Hubby does neither and uses that as his out.
“I don’t drink or smoke, so my weight and lack of regular exercise isn’t as important.”
UH. Yes, it does matter. I’m worried. Unfortunately I’m turning into a nag, most likely. It’s hard to watch. It’s hard to comfort him when a relative dies of these problems. Not because I’m unsympathetic, but because I see myself slowly walking toward that future too. I want to shake him and say, “Please wake up. Please see what’s happeninig. Please come for a walk with me. Make us a salad. Broil some fish. Stop making excuses.”
I’ve got to figure out how to involve him and try to change his habits by stealth if I have to. Without nagging him to death. He often does things for me even when he isn’t interested or doesn’t want to, so maybe I can kind of lead him along until these things become an established part of his daily routine. Of course, all of this advice could be said directly into a mirror. I too can benefit from all of these things.
As for myself, I’m trying to get back onto the regular exercise routine too. The plan this week is walk Mon, Wed & Fri with Hubby if at all possible. Tues, Thurs & Sun I hope to do intervals or short jogs. Maybe I can get Hubby to come along for the Sun one too. Otherwise I’m planning to do it myself no matter what.
I’m trying to return to the journaling habit too. I’d kept a food journal all summer, with excellent success. Come late August it was all blown up. Now I’m trying to return to it. The holidays are coming up & I’d like to lose another 10-15 pounds and maintain again for a couple of months and resume losing. Slow and steady.
I saw a BMI chart yesterday which said I’m in the 30% Obese level I category. I knew that already. What surprised me is that to get to 25%, which is the highest normal BMI, I only need to get to 145 pounds. I’m 5′4″ BTW. Medium build. I was, am, shocked. I thought I’d need to be under 135 to get into the normal BMI range.
Now, I know that reaching even the tippy top of 25% I still need to lose 30 pounds. However, considering that in June I had nearly 50 pounds to get to the same place? I’m happier than I was then. Not satisfied, by any means. Happier counts for something.
I feel like a slug. No motivation to do anything positive towards my goals. Stasis is BAD. I’ve basically jogged in place for the last two months. Somehow I need to dredge up the oomph to get off my keister & work the plan. I can talk a good game, but follow through is the problem. I suppose the fact that I’m not regaining is a plus though.
Ok, stasis is fantastic for maintenance phase. Except I’m way far away for my goals. There’s always tomorrow.
I’m still here. Trying very hard to give up diet soda. Jeez. You’d think it wouldn’t be so tough, especially with the headaches. But noooo….It’s tougher than you’d think. I think it’s more of a habit than anything else. When I’m out & thirsty it’s automatic. I need to figure out how to break the cycle. Any ideas?
Don’t even ask about coffee. It’s my last vice (other than eating unhealthy foods). My favorites are cinnamon & pumpkin spice. The more the merrier. I did give it up about ..thirteen years ago. I think. Let me think now. Daughter was just over a year old- so..yeah. It lasted two years.
Kinda like the vegetarian eating. That lasted about two years. What a weakling I am. LOL Two years is about all I’m good for, seems like. I really didn’t miss meat, believe it or not. And I love me some cheeseburgers, people. I bought a bunch of veggie cookbooks & taught myself to eat soy products. Even my kids’ll eat tofu. Really.
Smoking though, I’ve managed that one. For nineteen years. I’ll tell you, the mental cravings were a bitch. Three + years of horrible cravings. Standing in the store arguing with the clerk. She knew I’d quit & she refused to sell them to me. LOL What a friend. If it wasn’t for them I’d've never made it.
Still trying to get back into the exercise groove. Once a week since Labor Day. If that often, now that I think of it. I did so well over the summer. Four or five times a week. I’ve got to change my routine for the better.
GO ME!
