Well, maybe I don't actually need Jillian. I'm pretty sure the whiner in me would come out, and if she didn't completely wash her hands of me, she would kill me on the treadmill. I don't really like to be driven. I don't like to think of myself as a quitter, but I certainly could be in the running as the Excuse Queen.
However, I would definitely benefit from a trainer. I've tried to convince myself over the last few years that I can do this by myself. Actually that's just an excuse to be cheap (so I don't have to pay for one) and lazy (so I can pretend I am pushing myself when I'm just trying hard). The obvious truth is that at the rate I'm going, I will stay where I am; better than when I started but not where I wanted to get to.
Sometimes it takes a smack upside the head to drive a point home. I was watching Extreme Makeover--Weightloss Edition recently. The girl on the show was doing her workouts, but she wasn't losing weight. Chris Powell pointed out she wasn't working hard enough. She would have to do more to get her heart rate up to where it needed to be. It was an uncomfortable truth.
That is me. When I work out on my own I take breaks and I slow down when I get out of breath. But when I go to an exercise class the sweat is running down my face, my hair is soaking wet. The driving beat of the music keeps my speed up, but more importantly the trainer keeps us moving. And of course I'M not going to quit when all those other people are still going.
Group Therapy. And a trainer. That's what I need. But I'm more comfortable staying in my comfort zone.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
My Scale Lies, but Sometimes, I Love It.
So... I get up this morning and I get on the scale. For weeks, months, it has been stuck between 144.5 and 145.5. Nothing makes it move. It just bounces between those two numbers. My Fitness Pal .com promises me I'll be 138.1 or 140.3 in 5 weeks. But nothing changes. 144.5 is my scale's favorite number.
Until this morning. I check the scale and it says 144. That's nice! It's not a big change, but it is a change. I don't believe it. I know when I check it again it will go back to 144.5. (This is part of my morning ritual. Pee, Weigh, Get off the scale and let it reset itself, Weigh again. It either goes up, or maintains it's position.I take the best out of 3. My scale is a fickle beast.)
I re-weigh myself. 143. Huh? Look again. 143! I wait a few minutes and try it again. 143!!!
I don't believe it. I did not behave myself over the weekend, and yesterday I just plain indulged myself. 143? It's lying. Tomorrow, when I check the scales again, it will be back to 144.5. But for today, I see a glimmer of hope.
But it's just a glimmer. I won't except a weight as the real thing until I see it 3 days in a row. Consistency.
It's the key to weight loss. It is also the key to understanding the way my scales work.
They are fickle, but today they made me smile.
Until this morning. I check the scale and it says 144. That's nice! It's not a big change, but it is a change. I don't believe it. I know when I check it again it will go back to 144.5. (This is part of my morning ritual. Pee, Weigh, Get off the scale and let it reset itself, Weigh again. It either goes up, or maintains it's position.I take the best out of 3. My scale is a fickle beast.)
I re-weigh myself. 143. Huh? Look again. 143! I wait a few minutes and try it again. 143!!!
I don't believe it. I did not behave myself over the weekend, and yesterday I just plain indulged myself. 143? It's lying. Tomorrow, when I check the scales again, it will be back to 144.5. But for today, I see a glimmer of hope.
But it's just a glimmer. I won't except a weight as the real thing until I see it 3 days in a row. Consistency.
It's the key to weight loss. It is also the key to understanding the way my scales work.
They are fickle, but today they made me smile.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Silver Sneakers and Golden Girls
I've developed a problem with my feet. My feet are not my strongest feature. For years I've worn orthotics in my sneakers. I never wear truly flat shoes (like the ones in vogue right now... with all the support of a ballet slipper). I rarely wear sandals, and only for a few hours at a time, like to church or out to dinner. And those heels every one wears on TV. Really? No way. I have flat feet and they tire easily when I am on them for hours at a time. All that being said....
This summer I have added a new problem. I don't know if it is because I am working out more, but the toes next to my big toe have learned how to scream when I've exercised a lot. For years, yoga was not a problem. Suddenly, this summer, after a yoga class I would find I couldn't do my traditional 2 mile walk around the township building. Then one day after an aquatics work out, they said the same thing.... YOOWWWW!
I imagined turf toe. I suspected arthritis. I hoped for a bandaid or toe pad that would make it feel better. What I got was the diagnosis of a 'neuroma', and a cortisone shot. The pain in my toes diminished, but the bruise from the cortisone stayed for days. In a way the good news was that the doctor didn't tell me I had to cut back and stay off my feet. I've worked hard this summer. I don't feel like losing the gain.
But the doctor also said there wasn't too much that could be done. The cortisone was the first step. The verdict is still out as to how much relief it will bring, but it has put a definite crimp in my workouts. Hopefully it will take care of the problem and I can get back to normal.
The rules are simple. Shoes feel best. Slippers even work. Barefeet (Yoga) bring on the pain. Although the doctor didn't feel as if I needed to take it easy on my feet, common sense says cutting back can't hurt, (no pun intended).
I hate getting old. A few years ago I started walking and exercising hard, pelvic tilts were my new focus. I ended up with shooting pains in my butt and down my legs. It felt like electric shock! Fortunately it was short lived. After 2 weeks it stopped. But so had my walking workouts.
Bad ankles, worn out knees, arthritic hips, sore feet. It's a wonder any of us over 50 can get out of bed in the morning, let alone get into an exercise maintenance program. If this keeps up, I'm going to have to head over to the Senior Center and join the Silver Sneakers gals. I'm not ready for that. I may have a lot in common with the Golden Girls, but in my heart I just see the GIRL part.
Until I get up and walk.
Humph!
This summer I have added a new problem. I don't know if it is because I am working out more, but the toes next to my big toe have learned how to scream when I've exercised a lot. For years, yoga was not a problem. Suddenly, this summer, after a yoga class I would find I couldn't do my traditional 2 mile walk around the township building. Then one day after an aquatics work out, they said the same thing.... YOOWWWW!
I imagined turf toe. I suspected arthritis. I hoped for a bandaid or toe pad that would make it feel better. What I got was the diagnosis of a 'neuroma', and a cortisone shot. The pain in my toes diminished, but the bruise from the cortisone stayed for days. In a way the good news was that the doctor didn't tell me I had to cut back and stay off my feet. I've worked hard this summer. I don't feel like losing the gain.
But the doctor also said there wasn't too much that could be done. The cortisone was the first step. The verdict is still out as to how much relief it will bring, but it has put a definite crimp in my workouts. Hopefully it will take care of the problem and I can get back to normal.
The rules are simple. Shoes feel best. Slippers even work. Barefeet (Yoga) bring on the pain. Although the doctor didn't feel as if I needed to take it easy on my feet, common sense says cutting back can't hurt, (no pun intended).
I hate getting old. A few years ago I started walking and exercising hard, pelvic tilts were my new focus. I ended up with shooting pains in my butt and down my legs. It felt like electric shock! Fortunately it was short lived. After 2 weeks it stopped. But so had my walking workouts.
Bad ankles, worn out knees, arthritic hips, sore feet. It's a wonder any of us over 50 can get out of bed in the morning, let alone get into an exercise maintenance program. If this keeps up, I'm going to have to head over to the Senior Center and join the Silver Sneakers gals. I'm not ready for that. I may have a lot in common with the Golden Girls, but in my heart I just see the GIRL part.
Until I get up and walk.
Humph!
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Excuses Don't Net Results
I haven't posted in awhile and I have an excuse. Nothing has happened. Hmmm, what does that mean?
Well, for one, it means I haven't lost any weight.
And it means I haven't been really good about watching those calories.
It also means I haven't been driving myself to work out.
What it means is that when I know I haven't done my best, the easiest thing to do, is not blog. Not think about it. Not own up. Not fess up.
Just get on the scales each morning and see the same number pop up... and know it's the number I've earned.
Well, for one, it means I haven't lost any weight.
And it means I haven't been really good about watching those calories.
It also means I haven't been driving myself to work out.
What it means is that when I know I haven't done my best, the easiest thing to do, is not blog. Not think about it. Not own up. Not fess up.
Just get on the scales each morning and see the same number pop up... and know it's the number I've earned.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Keep On Keepin' On
Small steps.
I know what my goal is. To lose weight, to be skinnier (not skinny--old people don't look good skinny. They just look skinny...frail...old), to be fit, to be in good health. It ain't easy and it's not happening fast, but if I look closely, it may actually be happening.
One of the keys to a healthy lifestyle is having a plan. Recently I realized I was trying to do too much. At the end of the week I wanted a break, a day off. I needed to pace myself.
Motivation. I think I did better this week. I didn't do as much, but I carried through better. On Friday morning I got up and headed to the gym for my workout, followed by a 2 mile walk. This morning I got up and headed to the park for a 3 mile walk. I made it through the week with enough motivation to keep going. Small steps.
Energy. I had planned to spend the afternoon reading. But as the day wore on I kept doing tasks; laundry, another coat of paint on a table I'm refinishing, cleaning up a desk, washing out a cupboard... tasks. Trips up and down stairs as I put things away and straightened up little piles that had accumulated through the week. Even that 3 mile walk this morning on a hot and very humid day didn't wear me out. I did read, but I did much more.
Shape. The scales show little difference, but the mirror suddenly does. Today I wore a ribbed tank top that was on the Goodwill pile. It didn't look great, but it did look better than at the begining of the summer and for a long walk on a hot day, it was fine. Small steps.
My body feels tighter. At the end of the day, my gut that looks like I swallowed a balloon in the afternoon, today looked like the balloon had lost a bit of air.
Small Steps.
All I can do is keep on, keepin' on. Someday maybe I'll reach my goal. Thinner. Fitter. Lighter. Hopefully around 130. Keep on....
I know what my goal is. To lose weight, to be skinnier (not skinny--old people don't look good skinny. They just look skinny...frail...old), to be fit, to be in good health. It ain't easy and it's not happening fast, but if I look closely, it may actually be happening.
One of the keys to a healthy lifestyle is having a plan. Recently I realized I was trying to do too much. At the end of the week I wanted a break, a day off. I needed to pace myself.
Motivation. I think I did better this week. I didn't do as much, but I carried through better. On Friday morning I got up and headed to the gym for my workout, followed by a 2 mile walk. This morning I got up and headed to the park for a 3 mile walk. I made it through the week with enough motivation to keep going. Small steps.
Energy. I had planned to spend the afternoon reading. But as the day wore on I kept doing tasks; laundry, another coat of paint on a table I'm refinishing, cleaning up a desk, washing out a cupboard... tasks. Trips up and down stairs as I put things away and straightened up little piles that had accumulated through the week. Even that 3 mile walk this morning on a hot and very humid day didn't wear me out. I did read, but I did much more.
Shape. The scales show little difference, but the mirror suddenly does. Today I wore a ribbed tank top that was on the Goodwill pile. It didn't look great, but it did look better than at the begining of the summer and for a long walk on a hot day, it was fine. Small steps.
My body feels tighter. At the end of the day, my gut that looks like I swallowed a balloon in the afternoon, today looked like the balloon had lost a bit of air.
Small Steps.
All I can do is keep on, keepin' on. Someday maybe I'll reach my goal. Thinner. Fitter. Lighter. Hopefully around 130. Keep on....
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Recognizing Progress
I've just gone back and re-read the last several posts. In each one I have lamented problems, admitted excuses, described frustrations and failures, but never recognized progress.
In one, I complained that I had been stuck at 146 lbs. That caught my eye because lately I've been frustrated that I am stuck at ..... 144!
I am not a fast loser. Many years ago I did the Atkins diet. It worked very well for me. I felt good. I lost weight. And I was able to maintain on it for a number of years. (A very frustrating year at work sent me scurrying back to the comfort foods and you can fill in the rest of the story.) Even though Atkins worked well, I lost weight slowly. My saving grace was that I measured and recorded my body each week and I saw progress. But the weight seemed to stay the same until one day several weeks later I would lose 5 pounds. Maybe I had insensitive scales that couldn't pick out small changes, but whatever it was, I learned that I don't lose weight quickly.
If Atkins worked well before and I felt good on it, why am I not doing it now?? Practicality. In Florida where the weather is always warm and fresh produce is available year round, meat, salads and veggies were fine. But now I live in Pittsburgh...the equivalent of Pasta World. Just tonight, we had dinner at a local resturant. I did have the steak salad, no dressing. It was excellent! But my husband had the stuffed shells. IT was to die for! Oh my gosh! I had one bite and wished I had gotten that for dinner. They really know how to make a great red sauce around here!
Enough about food. Talking about food is not conducive to staying on a diet. Back to the topic...recognizing progress.
The whole point of this post is that because I lose weight slowly I feel like I am stuck at a weight forever and that I am not making any progress in spite of all my hard work. The reality is I am making progress. I would love to lose a pound a week, but I'm more likely not to lose anything for a few weeks. I will bounce between a 2 pound difference for days on end, but as long as the bounce is between the weight I feel like I am stuck at (146) and the lower weight that just won't hold for more than a day or two (144), I am making progress.
The next step?? I am hoping to start the bounce between 144 and 143. At first, it will look good. I'll feel like I've made a breakthrough. But after a few weeks, even that step will start to feel like I'm stuck. Will I ever make my goal?
This whole weight loss thing is probably good for developing patience. But so far, that hasn't worked either!
In one, I complained that I had been stuck at 146 lbs. That caught my eye because lately I've been frustrated that I am stuck at ..... 144!
I am not a fast loser. Many years ago I did the Atkins diet. It worked very well for me. I felt good. I lost weight. And I was able to maintain on it for a number of years. (A very frustrating year at work sent me scurrying back to the comfort foods and you can fill in the rest of the story.) Even though Atkins worked well, I lost weight slowly. My saving grace was that I measured and recorded my body each week and I saw progress. But the weight seemed to stay the same until one day several weeks later I would lose 5 pounds. Maybe I had insensitive scales that couldn't pick out small changes, but whatever it was, I learned that I don't lose weight quickly.
If Atkins worked well before and I felt good on it, why am I not doing it now?? Practicality. In Florida where the weather is always warm and fresh produce is available year round, meat, salads and veggies were fine. But now I live in Pittsburgh...the equivalent of Pasta World. Just tonight, we had dinner at a local resturant. I did have the steak salad, no dressing. It was excellent! But my husband had the stuffed shells. IT was to die for! Oh my gosh! I had one bite and wished I had gotten that for dinner. They really know how to make a great red sauce around here!
Enough about food. Talking about food is not conducive to staying on a diet. Back to the topic...recognizing progress.
The whole point of this post is that because I lose weight slowly I feel like I am stuck at a weight forever and that I am not making any progress in spite of all my hard work. The reality is I am making progress. I would love to lose a pound a week, but I'm more likely not to lose anything for a few weeks. I will bounce between a 2 pound difference for days on end, but as long as the bounce is between the weight I feel like I am stuck at (146) and the lower weight that just won't hold for more than a day or two (144), I am making progress.
The next step?? I am hoping to start the bounce between 144 and 143. At first, it will look good. I'll feel like I've made a breakthrough. But after a few weeks, even that step will start to feel like I'm stuck. Will I ever make my goal?
This whole weight loss thing is probably good for developing patience. But so far, that hasn't worked either!
Monday, July 23, 2012
Last Friday, I took off and skipped my favorite yoga class because I was tired after all the classes I attended through the week. This week I was hoping to pace myself better, because the truth is, Friday is not a good day to take off. I don't usually work out over the weekend. THOSE are my days off.
The gym I workout at is a bit unusual. They have classes called TBC for Total Body Conditioning. Their policy is to mix up the workouts each day which means you don't 'go to yoga, M-W-F' or to a cardio class at 10:30 every Tuesday and Thursday. Sometimes yoga means 'yoga flow--a movement class. Sometimes it means Pi-Yo which emphasizes core conditioning. Sometimes it is on Monday, sometimes it is on Tuesday.
The pros of this method is that your body does not develop muscle memory which weakens it's conditioning. (It never learns what to expect.) The difficulty with this system is scheduling. I may have something planned on a day I could really use the yoga class and I may be free on a day when a class I need isn't offered.
Another thing they do that seems new to me, is that at the beginning of each month the routine for each class will be a bit easier as new moves are introduced. By the end of the month the moves are intensified as we grow into them. Muscle memory outfoxed again.
When I first tried attending this gym I was turned off; annoyed that I couldn't get a simple schedule. Over the years, I've learned to embrace the system. I plan to go 3 days a week and I take what is available that day. It is working. Now that I go with the flow, I've learned how much stronger I am getting, and that makes me feel good.
I still like taking Fridays off, though. By the end of the week I'm ready for a day off.
I guess I'm still working on that whole pace thing.
The gym I workout at is a bit unusual. They have classes called TBC for Total Body Conditioning. Their policy is to mix up the workouts each day which means you don't 'go to yoga, M-W-F' or to a cardio class at 10:30 every Tuesday and Thursday. Sometimes yoga means 'yoga flow--a movement class. Sometimes it means Pi-Yo which emphasizes core conditioning. Sometimes it is on Monday, sometimes it is on Tuesday.
The pros of this method is that your body does not develop muscle memory which weakens it's conditioning. (It never learns what to expect.) The difficulty with this system is scheduling. I may have something planned on a day I could really use the yoga class and I may be free on a day when a class I need isn't offered.
Another thing they do that seems new to me, is that at the beginning of each month the routine for each class will be a bit easier as new moves are introduced. By the end of the month the moves are intensified as we grow into them. Muscle memory outfoxed again.
When I first tried attending this gym I was turned off; annoyed that I couldn't get a simple schedule. Over the years, I've learned to embrace the system. I plan to go 3 days a week and I take what is available that day. It is working. Now that I go with the flow, I've learned how much stronger I am getting, and that makes me feel good.
I still like taking Fridays off, though. By the end of the week I'm ready for a day off.
I guess I'm still working on that whole pace thing.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
A Day Off
I should be at Yoga this morning, but I'm not. Truth is, I'm tired and I just want a day at home. I really should have gone, though because when I look at the schedule for next week, I won't have as many workouts as I did this week, and I really did good this week!
Now that I know I really need to up the exercise and burn off more calories each day (because I don't eat that much--only 1200 calories--and I don't know how to eat less) I've uped the workouts. I've been going to yoga 2-3 days a week, depending on the schedule, but I've chickened out at things like 'Pi-Yo' (Pilates/Yoga) or cardio workouts.
Last week I went to SBT (short burst training) with a trainer I think is pretty tough. I survived! I looked at the work out schedule and decided to try a Cardiomix workout this week with the same trainer. I survived that too!!! Woohoo!
Then I talked myself into a Pi-yo class. Wow. More cardio than pilates. Another real workout. And I survived again! I was gaining confidence.
Yesterday I went to an SBT class with a different trainer, one I felt takes things a little slower or easier than the one I had last week. OOPS! Wrong assumption. Half way through I was dying! I looked at the girl next to me and we both looked at the clock. "Is this a 45 minute class today or a 60 minute one?" I asked her. Panting, she said, "I was just thinking the same thing. I can't remember." Thank goodness it was a 45 minute one. Since it was only 9:30 I decided to do my usual 30 minute/2 mile walk but it was half-hearted.
This morning when I woke up, I just didn't want to go. I had lots of excuses...I ran through a litany of them. There were 2 classes I had intended to do: yoga and then cardiomix. If my walk yesterday was half-hearted, I could halve that this morning.
4 years ago I tried doing a workout schedule similar to the one this week. I gave up quickly. It was too much for me at that time. I was exhausted. I'm actually in better shape now because of my daily walk on these killer hills. However, I'm not ready for a steady diet. Physically I may be up to it, but the truth is I like a day off once in a while.
What would Jillian say?
"How can you complain about the scale when you don't do the work?" yeah, she'd say that.
"How can you eat that stuff?", when she sees me scarfing down (just 1 little) chocolate gob. yeah, she'd say that, her voice rising, eyes rolling, arms waving in the air in disbelief.
I agree with her. So what do I tell myself today? "What is your goal?--To get some work done in the house and in the yard, to eat food I like in small portions. To spend a day on maintenance; not losing, not gaining. A day off from the gym."
Sometimes I just need one.
Now that I know I really need to up the exercise and burn off more calories each day (because I don't eat that much--only 1200 calories--and I don't know how to eat less) I've uped the workouts. I've been going to yoga 2-3 days a week, depending on the schedule, but I've chickened out at things like 'Pi-Yo' (Pilates/Yoga) or cardio workouts.
Last week I went to SBT (short burst training) with a trainer I think is pretty tough. I survived! I looked at the work out schedule and decided to try a Cardiomix workout this week with the same trainer. I survived that too!!! Woohoo!
Then I talked myself into a Pi-yo class. Wow. More cardio than pilates. Another real workout. And I survived again! I was gaining confidence.
Yesterday I went to an SBT class with a different trainer, one I felt takes things a little slower or easier than the one I had last week. OOPS! Wrong assumption. Half way through I was dying! I looked at the girl next to me and we both looked at the clock. "Is this a 45 minute class today or a 60 minute one?" I asked her. Panting, she said, "I was just thinking the same thing. I can't remember." Thank goodness it was a 45 minute one. Since it was only 9:30 I decided to do my usual 30 minute/2 mile walk but it was half-hearted.
This morning when I woke up, I just didn't want to go. I had lots of excuses...I ran through a litany of them. There were 2 classes I had intended to do: yoga and then cardiomix. If my walk yesterday was half-hearted, I could halve that this morning.
4 years ago I tried doing a workout schedule similar to the one this week. I gave up quickly. It was too much for me at that time. I was exhausted. I'm actually in better shape now because of my daily walk on these killer hills. However, I'm not ready for a steady diet. Physically I may be up to it, but the truth is I like a day off once in a while.
What would Jillian say?
"How can you complain about the scale when you don't do the work?" yeah, she'd say that.
"How can you eat that stuff?", when she sees me scarfing down (just 1 little) chocolate gob. yeah, she'd say that, her voice rising, eyes rolling, arms waving in the air in disbelief.
I agree with her. So what do I tell myself today? "What is your goal?--To get some work done in the house and in the yard, to eat food I like in small portions. To spend a day on maintenance; not losing, not gaining. A day off from the gym."
Sometimes I just need one.
Friday, July 13, 2012
I Hate the Scale!
I hate the scale. It lies, it cheats, it leads me on, then smacks me 'upside the head'.
Ok, I haven't posted much lately. The last post I entered I actually wrote over a month ago, but I forgot about it. I found it the other day and posted it then. But I've been trying.
I've been dedicated in using My Fitness Pal (MFP) every day.
I've been going regularly to yoga.
I've been walking. Even on the hot days I walk 2 miles inside the township building where they have a mile marked out (8 laps on the red part of the carpeting equals 1 mile) and clickers to help walkers keep track.
I've learned that even though MFP gives you a calorie goal, if you want to lose weight you have to eat 200 calories less than you exercise.
And one month later I have lost ...... VERY LITTLE!!!!!
Goal: To weigh 130. Reality. I'm stuck at 146.
I shouldn't really complain. I had gotten up to 150 which really mortified me, and got me back on the bandwagon. 18 months ago I had made it to 137 and then the climb began again.
So what got me going on this post?
Wednesday, July 4th, the scales read 145 for the first time in a long time! I was ecstatic. It had bounced between 145.5 and146 or 147, but this time it seemed pretty certain. 145!!! Then we went to a 4th of July picnic.
I thought I behaved myself. I nibbled at hors d'oervers. I munched veggies. I had 2 little grilled chicken strips, not burgers or dogs. No rolls. Of course, I did have a couple of chocolate gobs, (cream filled cake thingies). And a large Gin and Tonic, and the a couple of Bailey's Irish Cream. Oh yum!!!
I didn't expect to be at 145 on Thursday. Maybe back to 146.
Uh-uh. Nope. No such luck.
I couldn't believe the scale. 3 pounds over night!!! 148. I hadn't seen 148 in a few weeks! I was shocked, pissed, and disgusted. My scale can be fickle, but it really held it's own on this one. I think it was those darn Irish Creams. Too good to be good for you! And the chocolate gobs didn't help.
5 days have gone by. This morning the scale actually said 144.5. I was thrilled, but I know it's lying. I don't ever pay any attention to it until it says the same thing 3 days in a row. But it got me hopeful and I wasn't going to blow it today. Instead I walked 3 miles and logged every nibble I had on MFP.
Tomorrow I just don't want to see it jump up 3 pounds again.
How Rude! (and how discouraging...)
Ok, I haven't posted much lately. The last post I entered I actually wrote over a month ago, but I forgot about it. I found it the other day and posted it then. But I've been trying.
I've been dedicated in using My Fitness Pal (MFP) every day.
I've been going regularly to yoga.
I've been walking. Even on the hot days I walk 2 miles inside the township building where they have a mile marked out (8 laps on the red part of the carpeting equals 1 mile) and clickers to help walkers keep track.
I've learned that even though MFP gives you a calorie goal, if you want to lose weight you have to eat 200 calories less than you exercise.
And one month later I have lost ...... VERY LITTLE!!!!!
Goal: To weigh 130. Reality. I'm stuck at 146.
I shouldn't really complain. I had gotten up to 150 which really mortified me, and got me back on the bandwagon. 18 months ago I had made it to 137 and then the climb began again.
So what got me going on this post?
Wednesday, July 4th, the scales read 145 for the first time in a long time! I was ecstatic. It had bounced between 145.5 and146 or 147, but this time it seemed pretty certain. 145!!! Then we went to a 4th of July picnic.
I thought I behaved myself. I nibbled at hors d'oervers. I munched veggies. I had 2 little grilled chicken strips, not burgers or dogs. No rolls. Of course, I did have a couple of chocolate gobs, (cream filled cake thingies). And a large Gin and Tonic, and the a couple of Bailey's Irish Cream. Oh yum!!!
I didn't expect to be at 145 on Thursday. Maybe back to 146.
Uh-uh. Nope. No such luck.
I couldn't believe the scale. 3 pounds over night!!! 148. I hadn't seen 148 in a few weeks! I was shocked, pissed, and disgusted. My scale can be fickle, but it really held it's own on this one. I think it was those darn Irish Creams. Too good to be good for you! And the chocolate gobs didn't help.
5 days have gone by. This morning the scale actually said 144.5. I was thrilled, but I know it's lying. I don't ever pay any attention to it until it says the same thing 3 days in a row. But it got me hopeful and I wasn't going to blow it today. Instead I walked 3 miles and logged every nibble I had on MFP.
Tomorrow I just don't want to see it jump up 3 pounds again.
How Rude! (and how discouraging...)
Monday, July 9, 2012
My Fitness Pal
I found a new tool in my battle. It's a website: www.myfitnesspal.com. Each day I log in to track my exercise and diet. In the beginning I set my current weight and goals. Then it gave me my calorie limit. As I fill out my daily update, it lets me know what I would weigh in 5 weeks IF I lived each day as I lived this one. Some days the news is good. Some days....well, I'm still learning.
It's not too hard to do. Most grocery items and chain restaurant foods are in the database. Occasionally I have to give the ingredients in a recipe so it can calculate the calories, fats, proteins, and carbs. As long as I check in each day I can complete the log in a manner of 10 minutes or less. And I can do it from my iphone!
I'm trying hard to make it a priority, and it is giving me some insights. I can see what foods work best and I am constantly shocked every time we eat out. OUCH! I thought I was pretty aware of what meals were bad, but I'm learning more. I figured if I only splurged on Seafood Pasta Alfredo once in awhile, it was ok. Humph. Not according to 'my fitness pal'. It will take me all year to balance out that meal!
On the other hand, I find I can have a bowl of cereal with milk and berries and it's about the same as one egg and toast with butter. So breakfast is pretty guilt free, as long as I watch the portions, and the extras! (no bacon!)
One more tool in my toolbox. I need all the tools I can find!
It's not too hard to do. Most grocery items and chain restaurant foods are in the database. Occasionally I have to give the ingredients in a recipe so it can calculate the calories, fats, proteins, and carbs. As long as I check in each day I can complete the log in a manner of 10 minutes or less. And I can do it from my iphone!
I'm trying hard to make it a priority, and it is giving me some insights. I can see what foods work best and I am constantly shocked every time we eat out. OUCH! I thought I was pretty aware of what meals were bad, but I'm learning more. I figured if I only splurged on Seafood Pasta Alfredo once in awhile, it was ok. Humph. Not according to 'my fitness pal'. It will take me all year to balance out that meal!
On the other hand, I find I can have a bowl of cereal with milk and berries and it's about the same as one egg and toast with butter. So breakfast is pretty guilt free, as long as I watch the portions, and the extras! (no bacon!)
One more tool in my toolbox. I need all the tools I can find!
Monday, May 21, 2012
I'm back!
I'm Back. Time to check in. I haven't actually moved away from my efforts to lose weight, but life has intervened. While I still tried to work out, eat right, yada, yada, yada, the reality is I lived each day as I desired.
The result? A few extra pounds, a few less workouts, all which means No progress.
Boring.
Annoying.
Frustrating... only because I WANT the damn pounds to melt away simply because I WANT IT!
Observation...The difference between Biggest Loser contestants, Other Successful Weight Loss People, and me is .... drum roll... suspense.....could it be the obvious? Priorities!
They have given up 6 months of their life. I have a hard time letting go of 1 hour of each day.
Yoga on Thursday? No, that's my Bible Study day and I really enjoy it. I like the people, the discussion and the teacher is fantastic. (of course my yoga instructor is fantastic too, and I Could go to Bible Study in my yoga clothes after class, but .... nah, I need to .... eat breakfast first, change my clothes, (yada, yada, yada)--excuses....
Time to walk the dog? It's cold out....windy....or rainy. We get a lot of both here. Or maybe there is a lot going on. Who has time to walk the dog?
Ah, the dog. That has become a sticking point. The dog loves to walk and actually SHE is my priority. The dog is quite likely to get the walk. But she is 12. The days where she walked ME are long gone. I do walk her quite regularly because I believe she really needs the exercise. But she is a slow walker these days. So that good power walk has taken a back seat to the nice therapeutic walk. I'm not sure anyone has ever lost weight in therapy. Strengthening, perhaps. Development... yes. Healthful? Of course. So that's where I've been. I'm the therapist for my dog. She is my priority.
I think I have just self-talked myself through what others would easily pick out as the obvious.
I make excuses and so I am fat. I don't lose weight because I'd rather do what I want to do instead of what I need to do.
I think I'm back. But am I really? You'll probably know before I do. Tune in, if you can't stand the suspense. Will I start watching my calorie intake and my exercise (calorie output)?
Watch and see.
The result? A few extra pounds, a few less workouts, all which means No progress.
Boring.
Annoying.
Frustrating... only because I WANT the damn pounds to melt away simply because I WANT IT!
Observation...The difference between Biggest Loser contestants, Other Successful Weight Loss People, and me is .... drum roll... suspense.....could it be the obvious? Priorities!
They have given up 6 months of their life. I have a hard time letting go of 1 hour of each day.
Yoga on Thursday? No, that's my Bible Study day and I really enjoy it. I like the people, the discussion and the teacher is fantastic. (of course my yoga instructor is fantastic too, and I Could go to Bible Study in my yoga clothes after class, but .... nah, I need to .... eat breakfast first, change my clothes, (yada, yada, yada)--excuses....
Time to walk the dog? It's cold out....windy....or rainy. We get a lot of both here. Or maybe there is a lot going on. Who has time to walk the dog?
Ah, the dog. That has become a sticking point. The dog loves to walk and actually SHE is my priority. The dog is quite likely to get the walk. But she is 12. The days where she walked ME are long gone. I do walk her quite regularly because I believe she really needs the exercise. But she is a slow walker these days. So that good power walk has taken a back seat to the nice therapeutic walk. I'm not sure anyone has ever lost weight in therapy. Strengthening, perhaps. Development... yes. Healthful? Of course. So that's where I've been. I'm the therapist for my dog. She is my priority.
I think I have just self-talked myself through what others would easily pick out as the obvious.
I make excuses and so I am fat. I don't lose weight because I'd rather do what I want to do instead of what I need to do.
I think I'm back. But am I really? You'll probably know before I do. Tune in, if you can't stand the suspense. Will I start watching my calorie intake and my exercise (calorie output)?
Watch and see.
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