Over-Stuffing the ‘Turkey’

First – get your minds out of the gutter. tsk. tsk.

With the American Thanksgiving coming up in a few days, which then leads to the Christmas season, I know from experience that many people struggle with the dreaded Holiday Blues. Depression aside, in some cases, what that means is over-eating and eating so much holiday goodies that you invariably gain at least 10 pounds over a short period of time. At least.

This is not something new. It’s been happening for a very long time. I can’t even begin to tell you how many people have complained to me about the weight they gained over the holidays. It has a worse reputation than the “Freshman 15”.

It starts with Thanksgiving. Most people that I know, stuff a 20 pound turkey with a bread-infused stuffing, add all the fixings from mashed potatoes, corn, cranberry sauce, rolls, gravy and anything else you can think of – and that’s just for dinner – and then proceed to stuff themselves into a stupor – an over-stuffed food haze.

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Forget the tryptophan, people get tired and sleepy after eating at Thanksgiving because they over-indulge. Then they sit around, their bellies full and the inability to move off the couch continues until it’s time to get up for another dose – usually in the form of a turkey sandwich.

It’s a vicious cycle really.

Add in all the deserts that most families tend to have around the house and it’s a recipe for disaster. I remember a lot as a kid my mom spending time baking sweets for the holidays. Pumpkin pies for Thanksgiving and maybe Christmas. Fruit cake, Rice Crispy Squares, chocolate-drop cookies and maybe some date squares and butter tarts (we are Canadian after all) – the list can be endless. Then visiting family and friends who always put out a spread when they had company over and it can become a holiday of excess.

I’ve found after some experimentation and observation that those that eat more sweets as snacks gain more weight than those who would snack on the salty treats like popcorn and chips. No lie. I’ve seen it with my own two eyes. I don’t know what that is exactly as both are bad snacking choices but it’s true.

Since I’ve moved to the States, I would normally spend my Thanksgiving alone. As well, the US Thanksgiving is in November but the Canadian one is in October. Either way, I spent it alone and therefore, not only do I not stuff myself into oblivion but I also didn’t spend that time over-indulging in holidays treats. Last year I was invited to a co-worker’s house to spend it with her family, so manners dictate that I not gorge myself while visiting someone’s home. Egro…I really need to be invited to more houses over the holidays.

I’m going to her home again this year. 🙂

As I’ve gotten older, my mom has baked less – if at all now – and I don’t really find that I miss it. Sure, I do crave some fruit cake or date squares around this Season but if I don’t have either, I’m okay with that. Why?

I actually am not a sweets person. I’ve stated I’m not a “foodie” and that’s true. But I’m also not big on the sugar-infested candies, cakes, pies and cookies that you would see during the holidays. Diabetes aside, I really do not have much of a sweet tooth.

I often would joke that I can be in a room full of sweets and not bat an eye but put me in the back of a Lays truck and look out. Think: Tasmanian Devil.

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That’s not to say that I never eat sweets. I do. But because of just how “sweet” those types of delicacies are, even one peanut butter cup is enough for me in one sitting. I have a “Sweet Threshold” apparently. Who knew?  So I can go without sweets and not break a sweat – and for this I thank the little Baby Jesus.

Not only do I not need sweets because of my diabetes, but I don’t need sweets because of my weight. Obviously. I can only imagine how big I would be if I really liked a lot of food (was a “foodie”) AND loved sweets. Good grief but that thought scares me.

So, in the case of the title of this post, “turkey” refers to my body, more to the point, my stomach. Which frankly, is far to big already. Add in that even though I know how awful I feel when I over-eat normally (and it’s much too much a too-frequent occurrence as it is), it doesn’t usually stop me from being stupid. And face it, over-stuffing yourself is stupid.

Below are some ideas to help you if you find yourself stuffing your turkey much too much during the holidays. As with any advice, “knowing” and “doing” are two completely different things, but it’s my belief that even if you somewhat curb your normal routine, it’s still a good thing. And if you can go – pardon the pun – cold turkey, then more power to you and I worship the ground you walk on, you will-power Maverick.

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Helpful Ways to Try to Avoid Over-Indulging During the Holidays

  1. Don’t Arrive Hungry: If going out to a party or as my grandmother used to say “galavanting* around”, a good idea is to not arrive hungry. If you suspect you’ll be offered plenty of food and snacks while visiting, or if it’s a party where that is normally a given, drink plenty of water before and during to help suppress your hunger. In addition, if possible, eat a small healthy meal prior to going out where you know temptation will be. That’s not to say that you can’t enjoy a little bit of food, but if you want to avoid the over-stuffed feeling – and later the feelings of guilt for over-indulging – plan ahead.  This can also be used if you’ll be spending the day at the mall shopping for gifts so you’re not tempted to eat in the Food Court where most foods are “fast” and unhealthy.
  2. Enjoy the People around you:  Whether you’re attending a party or visiting family or friends, the biggest part of the event really shouldn’t be the food. It should be the company you’re keeping. The people around you. Maybe they are family or friends you don’t see very often. Spend the time with them, talking and engaging them, to distract yourself from all of the temptations over there on the delectable and beautifully decorated holiday treat table. And if you’re at a party and there’s dancing – kick up your feet and show them your moves – even if they are from 1984.
  3. Lay off or limit the booze:  Before you break out the pitch-forks & torches or send out a posse after me at this idea, by limiting the amount of alcohol you intake, especially at a holiday party,  not only are you limiting the amount of empty calories but you’re also aiding your natural desire to snack while you drink. Ever wonder why peanuts or pretzels are served at a bar? Ever hear not putting beer with pizza? Food and drink just go together. And if you’re someone (ahem) who might also over-indulge in their libations, and then tends to over-eat, this might be the time to think about limitations. Or cutting out alcohol all together. jack-jack-sparrow-johnny-depp-pirates-of-caribbean-run-Favim.com-238755
  4. Buffets: The Evil Among Us:  If you’re attending an event where there is a buffet, turn and run like the devil possess you. If not, grab the smallest plate you can and try to choose the “better for you” foods such as the veggies, fruits and maybe some shrimp. Watch for anything deepfried and sauces. Then after you’ve eaten plenty of the “good stuff”, you can maybe go back and try a small portion of something else but you’ll be fuller and less tempted to stuff your face.
  5. Eat Slower: Give yourself some time to enjoy the food but at a much slower pace. Don’t try to come up with some “great” idea that you’ll only eat in the first half hour of the event and find yourself stuffing your face in that time frame like you’re in some sort of pie-eating contest. Instead, as with any meal, slow down. Put your fork down often and chew your food more slowly and more often.
  6. The Sweet that really turns you on:  Instead of trying a sampling (or more) of every dessert on the table before you, look closely at the offerings and decide what is the one item that really turns you on. Which one sets your sails aflutter? Maybe it’s something you rarely eat or have the opportunity to try. For me, this is steak. I rarely have steak so when I go out to dinner to a nice place (and I rarely go out to dinner), I want to have a steak, not something I can have at any time like pasta or chicken. So fine the one dessert that makes your mouth water, and take a small portion of that and ENJOY. Savor the taste that make your taste-buds dance and be confident enough to then walk away from the dessert table.

I hope some of these might help anyone who dreads the pitfalls of holiday eating. I feel the more conscious we are of it before we engage in these instances, the better prepared we might be to enjoy ourselves without the fear of breaking the deadly sin of Gluttony.

So go forth, my silly friends, and enjoy the pleasures of the holidays without later living with the guilt…and the extra pounds. The last thing many of us want or need is to then deal with the extra time it will take to lose it all. Especially if you’re a stress or guilt eater. 

In summary:

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Blessings. love, safety and peace to everyone. For those in the places that will endure that fluffy white crap called snow, be extra diligent and safe. If you’re like me, I add the stress of potential breaking bones to my list of stresses every winter.

Love,

Dani

*Galavant, an alternative spelling of gallivant, is defined as to go from place to place seeing out entertainment and amusement.

 

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Need to clear the “Fuzzies”

I really need to figure out a way to clear all the fog up in my head. This is not something that is new; I haven’t only just started having “brain farts” so to speak.  For those that have known me for a long time, you know that I’ve had a “bad” memory (only on selective things it seems) since I was a kid. Unfortunately I can’t choose what to remember (blog posting, birthdays vs. ex-husband, appointments etc) so it’s often quite random. On top of that I’m easily distracted.

At times, my memory “lapse” is more like a colossal brain fart.

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Given the definition of “lapse” is: a temporary failure of concentration, memory, or judgment, the biggest failure with using that word is that sometimes it’s not temporary. Sometimes, it’s just gone.

It’s expected as you grow older, of course, that you will forget things from your past, particularly your childhood. I remember only a few things from when I was a kid. Only family photos “remind” me of something from way back then. Yet there are some things that are just as vivid today as they were back then.

My problem is that I’m to the point where I’m not exactly sure those things actually happened or if they are simply part of my over-active imagination. Or maybe I dreamed it or maybe it was a far-fetched story I told and now have no idea whether it happened or not. Or that I am remembering the incident but not completely accurately. I just can’t tell.

At my job, where I’m now in my 18th year, I can remember details about cases from 10 or 15 years ago, yet sometimes I can’t remember what I was working on yesterday. I have to remind myself to remember to bring things to work, or what to buy at the store. And that’s ONLY if I remember to bring the list, or actually that I have a list in my purse. Don’t even get me started on how many times that I have left my phone on my desk at work, only to have to go back to get it. It’s so many times that several people in my office have started to mockingly “remind” me to not forget my phone.

I sometimes get very frustrated or pissed off at myself because I can easily forget something very quickly after. Like putting down an item to grab it when I’m finished doing something else and I immediately forget to pick that item back up mere minutes later.

Too many hamsters; not enough wheels.

bdeI8N0 That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.

As a kid my mom would send me to the nearby neighborhood variety store which was a merely trek through the alleyway the next block over and around the corner. By the time I got to the store, I couldn’t remember if I was supposed to get a pack of cigarettes, a quart of milk or a loaf of bread. So guess what I did?  Yep…I bought one of each. That way I was sure to get what my mom really wanted.

Ingenious, aren’t I?

Funny yet. I’m pretty sure that happened. But I’m not really sure. Did I really do that or did I once exaggerate this story and now it’s just the one that I have in my head as a “memory”?

It’s actually a way in which I could potentially drive myself insane.

My point to all this drivel is that while my memory hasn’t always been stellar, I’m convinced that some of the fog is related to a combination of many things:

  • the stress I feel at work
  • the worries I’m facing with my weight and health issues
  • the worries about when I move back home and adjusting to live back there and finding a job past 50 in a city that has the worse – WORSE – unemployment rate in all of Canada. Yes, that’s not a typo. It says ALL.
  • the worries of spending the rest of my life alone. That is, later in life, not having anyone to take care of me or help me. I haven’t any children (not that that means anything in some cases). I can potentially be more alone than I am now.

Just in general: I am a worry-wort. Because of the stresses I have (and who doesn’t) along with my worries, it compounds all that I have running through my head and in no way helps with the fuzzies. I think it makes them worse.

I have been working on dealing with stresses in my life and I’ve done better; to let go of some of the worries but I can’t get rid of all of them. I feel like doing so that it means that I’m irresponsible or uncaring, and that’s not the case. I’ve met people who go through their lives without a worry or care in the World – I was married to one – and that made me nuts because I don’t like the unknowns. Those that I can control to some extent, I need to. I just do. But the complacency of the seemingly Laissezfaire attitude is not for me.

Maybe it’s because I come to expect bad things to happen and I’m never disappointed so I need to have some preparation. I went through many years of dealing with debt because of someone else’s “don’t give a shit” attitude and all that did was stress me out. Them: they’re sleeping well at night and not concerned at all for the pain, suffering and heartache that they put me through. To me, when your inactions affect others and you don’t care – that makes you an asshole – not a care-free, don’t-let-my-worries-get-to-me sort of person. There is a difference.

So I worry. Less so now. But still do. And that stresses me out too.

I get it. I need more meditation. Yoga (incidentally I typed Yoda here by accident first – I do love Star Wars). Less stress.

My work doesn’t really allow for less stress. I’m over-worked in quantity even though I have an amazing helper, but I’m still over-worked nonetheless. So I get upset, stressed, pissed off, weepy and in some cases, explosive, where I just want to…well you get the picture.

And I do try to not let it get to me, but every one in a while, the enormity of the work-load, how far behind I actually am and how little time I have to do things just stands up, slaps me in the face and says:

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So I dry my tears of frustration and move on. But as my painting buddy Kimmy says, she and most people only see the top part of the iceberg – that is – the 10% that is above the surface. And it’s that 90% that people really should fear. Because you can’t see it and you never know when it’s going to surface – ass over head.

 

So I need to get my funny-animal-captions-ohm on because the workload is not going to go away anytime soon.

So I need to clear the fuzzies as much as I can. Who has a dust-buster?

Peace and blessings to all.

Dani

Harshing my Vibe

Before I start this blog posting, I want to let you know that I am down another 1.5 pounds this week. Because of this, I am finally back to the weight I was 5 weeks ago when I was at my lowest in many years. So I am happy to report I am back there again and am pleased that I didn’t let the couple of weeks of weight gain deter me. I. Can. Do. This.  


 

It’s very hard to compartmentalize your life sometimes. And prioritizing is yet another matter. For those with a husband and/or children I’m sure it’s actually easier to do so – they come first. Although all the experts tell us that even then, we should be putting ourselves first.

While I’m not sure I completely agree with that, for me the idea is more of an equal balance. At least, it would be if I had a husband and/or children. I have neither.

I have cats. I’m nearly 50 and I have cats. Not enough to be “crazy cat lady” mind you, but probably more closer to crazy regardless of the number of cats. But as with all pets, no matter how many times you want to throttle them because they vomit up a furball on your newly clean sheets or they turn a beautiful wood chair into a $350 scratching post – if you’re like me, you wouldn’t give them up for anything in the world.

They offer a comfort that most people can’t. They love you unconditionally. They don’t stab you in the back or lie to your face. They don’t pretend to care about you and then prove otherwise, or hardly acknowledge your existence.

Okay, so many cats often do that last part very well on occasion.

To me, my cats are the main reason I got through my divorce and was able to get used to living alone – for the first time ever.  They kept me company when all my family and friends lived hundreds of miles away. It probably helped greatly that at the time Ginny, whom I still have, and Smokey (who passed away in 2009) didn’t really care for my ex-husband. Their intuition should have been my warning sign. Smokey was my best buddy ever and while my ex thought it extremely funny that whenever he touched Smokey (or wherever), Smokey always licked himself clean in that very spot. It’s like he just “knew”.

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And man, do I miss my best buddy so much.

But there are times when even my loving pets can’t help with the way I feel. The overwhelming feeling between the stress building up at work and the problems of the world just seeping into my heart. I can’t be “uncaring” and ignore the horrible things happening in the world. I know I can’t necessarily stop them, but I also don’t want to feel like I have to absorb and take to heart all of the utter sadness, anger and shock at the atrocities happening in this world.

So while I try to not let them affect me, it’s hard. It’s hard to not get angry. It’s hard to not become sad and despondent. And most of all, it’s really hard to understand why. Why people behave the way they do. Why some people can seemingly not care about life and take it so cavalierly.

So the pain and suffering of others weighs heavily on me at times. Dr. S told me to stop reading the news. I really don’t have to – social media keeps me up to date faster than anything. And I don’t think I should bury  my head in the sand and ignore the happenings around the world either.

So I try by simply sticking up for what I believe in, helping where I can and by not allowing all the ugliness of the World take control over me. And to not allow me to be afraid.

Because they just really harsh my vibe.

I mentioned in my last post that someone suggested that I was afraid to lose weight and that’s why I wasn’t trying as hard. I’ve had some time to think about it and I don’t believe that is the reason. While I don’t really know the real reason, I’m almost certain that isn’t it.

What I know I am afraid of is failing. Again. Because I’ve done it so many times before that I’m not even sure what success looks like. But then I remember that I’ve lost 20 pounds from my highest weight ever and that’s a success. That I’m helped some people with this blog, and that’s a success.

I may not be doing all that I can but I’m still trying and I’m not giving up.

Which leads me to my next thought…

Despite knowing how very lucky I am in my life, I’m no infallible and while feeling that I’m a strong person, I have my moments where I feel like life has punched me in the gut. And then I feel like a colossal bitch because I’m whining about the issues I’m facing and they pale in comparison to the struggles that others – even those people in my life – are facing all the time.

And I want to hang my head in shame. But that being said, it still doesn’t stop me from wallowing in my own self-pity – I’m just learning to try to keep it to myself. It’s hard. In all the hardships I’ve faced, I’ve always gotten through them with the help and support of others. So keeping them to myself is detrimental, and yet I feel I should just keep my mouth shut.

It’s a conundrum for sure.

My struggles with my weight loss are real. They are hard and they, at times, can be heartbreaking and so damn frustrating. But they’re not impossible. I’ve seen others succeed so I know it’s not impossible. It just seems impossible sometimes.

So while my own struggles pale in comparison to those that my family and friends are going through right now, they’re still my struggles – but at least I have the knowledge that they’re only temporary.

And I hope those struggles that my family and friends are facing right now just go the fuck away.

From the death of a loved one to personal health issues like cancer returning to a cousin who’d been in remission to a friend who now must deal with pancreatic cancer;

to another friend who is dealing with the loss of some of her foot

to another cousin dealing with Multiple Sclerosis

to other family and friends who are having to deal with Celiac Disease, other cancers, Crohn’s, Diabetes etc.

I am sending out love and healing vibes to every one of you who needs it. Because I’m doing just fine.

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Peace, love and blessings to everyone.

Love,

Dani

Of what are YOU afraid?

Well another week has passed. While I’ve been feeling mentally exhausted, which in turn makes me physically exhausted, over all I feel okay. To add to the pound I lost the week before, I’m happy to report that I am down another 1.5 pounds so that little bit of extra weight I gained in October is going away and hopefully I can just keep going to where the number keeps going down.

I’ve thought about joining the gym – we have a Planet Fitness here at the mall. It’s $10 down and $10 a month – very reasonable. And while I can’t do a lot on my feet, at least there I could ride a bike, use the weights etc because I really do also need to firm up where I am losing weight. My thighs and upper arms look like simply ridiculous with all the extra skin – and that’s not even that much compared to where I’ll have it all when I lose all this weight!

But I digress. The reason I haven’t joined Planet Fitness yet (and I’ve been considering it for over a year) is that I know what I’m like. By the time I leave work each night, I’m simply exhausted. I know it’s an excuse but it doesn’t make it any less true. Going before work would be a daunting task because I can barely get out of bed to get to work for 8am! That being said, I also know that unless I have someone to go with – both to motivate me to actually GO but also just so I am not as afraid to go into a place like that alone – I simply will not end up going. I’d even be willing to pay $20 a month for someone else to go with me – to pay their membership. For that price it doesn’t even have to start out with several times a week – even 2 or 3 would suffice and build up to going more often. But I don’t know anyone who wants to do it with me. I’m not sure I’d want to do it with a stranger – that wouldn’t help my comfort level at all.

Going to a public gym would be so outside my comfort zone. Hell, it is directly across from the movie theatre and I went to that theatre a week or so ago and I saw all the people coming and going out of that gym, and every time I saw someone, my mind immediately went to how much they would find it funny to see me attempt to go to the gym. Or how much would I stick out there? Would everyone be talking about me or thinking about how disgusting I am?

I know it’s not logical to think this. I know this in my head, I really do. But that doesn’t stop this same head from thinking that it would be a big judgment fest. And interestingly enough, Planet Fitness’ slogan is their “Judgment Free Zone” but that doesn’t mean people won’t think it. And I know I wouldn’t know if they were thinking anything, but my over-active imagination would still go there. And I know I shouldn’t care, but I do.

I know it sounds like I’m trying to convince all of you that I shouldn’t do it, just as I’m trying to talk myself out of it as well, but it is something that I both feel I should do and that I need to do – in order to give myself some boost I need and start better dropping the weight and getting healthy.

So it becomes, how bad do I want this? How much do I want to lose weight? Am I willing to do anything and everything to accomplish my goal and get healthy?

That’s not to say that I’m not trying. I am. I make small changes here and there. I started the November “Do one better” challenge. I’m always thinking of this or that. But am I really “trying”? That willingness to do anything and everything to get healthy.

And the answer is: I don’t think I am. At least, not hard enough.

So I harken back to an earlier post when I quoted Einstein while talking about whether I was a loon or not:

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So how can it be that while it seems that I’m trying to make smarter choices and it seems that I’ve having a bit of success, I still invariably end up back to the same spot? I actually believe, when I look back, that for every smarter choice I make, I might actually be sabotaging myself with a bad choice. Or two. Or three.

One step forward; two steps back.

And it’s this that I don’t understand. It’s not that I want to be this obese. It’s not that I enjoy experiencing the embarrassment and shame that I often feel because of how I look or because of something so innocuous as walking out to a car can be such a chore. It’s not because I enjoy taking all the medications I do in a given day or having to use a machine to help me breathe and don’t die in my sleep. It’s not because I enjoy the aches and pains that my body experiences because of the weight.

So again, how can it be that I clearly don’t want to be this unhealthy, yet I am not doing everything I can to change it? Push through the exhaustion and pain and exercise. Plan my meals in advance and actually make them. Stop buying stuff I shouldn’t eat.

I don’t understand it. I don’t understand at all. But someone else apparently does. They have the answer. They suggested that it’s staring me right in the face and I don’t even realize it. Then again, they told me that maybe I do realize it and I’m choosing to ignore it.

Now I’ve had people in the past tell me that I won’t ever lose weight and get healthy if I don’t REALLY want to. I disagreed only to the points I listed above. Why would anyone want to go through what I do? Why would they be okay with it? Leaving it at the status quo? Why? Why on God’s green Earth, why?

And then there’s this:

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But I never had the answer because I didn’t really know why. I could never explain that no matter how many absolutely mortifying experiences I’ve had due to my unhealthy weight and enormous size it was never enough of an incentive to do what I needed to do to get healthy. I can’t explain why – even now – I don’t seem to be fully motivated to do this – no matter what words to the contrary come out of my mouth. Because I talk a lot. You know this. I can talk till you’re all ready to flee to parts unknown. But am I really DOING what my mind and mouth are saying?

Again, the answer is: not enough.

And it is this where I’m ashamed of myself.

So it was recently suggested to me by someone that I’m not doing all that I can to lose weight because not only don’t I really want to, but also because I am actually afraid to. I’m afraid. Of what will be required from me to reach and maintain my healthy lifestyle and that I fear when I do, that I will not like/love myself any more than I do now. That I am afraid to succeed it would seem.

And it’s because of that fear, this person claims, as to why I’m not really trying.

And this is where you’ll find me at a loss for words.

Okay well, maybe a bit more of a “muted” version of myself. I didn’t know what to say to this. I still don’t. While I understand, in part, their suggestion, it doesn’t compute in my head any more than the questions I asked above several times as to why wouldn’t I want to get healthy and lose this weight. So why would I be afraid? Why would I fear a future me where I don’t have to deal with weight issue matters? Where I don’t have to take a dozen medications every day? Where I don’t have to buy my clothes from an online plus+sized store? Where I don’t have to worry about dropping dead from simply overexerting myself shoveling the snow in the winter. Why?

It’s all so illogical.

I. Just. Don’t. Understand.

Dani

Slow Progress is still Progress

One of my biggest complaints about losing weight – when I’m actually losing it – is how damn slow it is; how long it takes. As I said in my previous post, it seems like it takes next to no time to GAIN weight and four times as long to lose that same weight. Just utter ridiculousness if you ask me.

So while it frustrates me to no end, as I also said, so long as the end result is still a downward progression of weight lost, I’m less likely to feel like I’m failing in my endeavor. That’s not to say, however, that I don’t still wish it would come off faster because in all honesty, there are times when I feel like I really don’t have a lot of time left in order to lose weight. You know what I mean? It’s like the sand in my hourglass is falling out way too fast.

I imagine I would lost more weight and faster if I was trying harder than I am, but then everyone tells me not to lose more than a pound or two a week. It’s what is sensible. It’s better for me. Well, given that some weeks mean a gain and not a loss, this doubles the frustration. Of course, I shouldn’t really expect anything more if I’m not giving 110%. I just wish my body would cooperate with my mind. My mind is going at Mach1 and if this weightloss was up to it, I’d already be at my weight goal. But alas, it’s not. So I deal with the exhaustion, the painful feet, joints and all that and do what I can. And I’m trying to convince myself that what I’m doing it enough – for me – considering the circumstances.

So with that in mind…

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Must. Remind. Myself. Of. This. Often.

The November challenge – I think – is going well so far. I have two friends doing it with me and I wish more people would participate but I get it. And for those of us who are doing it, I think it will be of a big help. I’m already seeing how writing down all the little changes I might make in one day are adding up. And that a bunch of little changes is far better than none at all.

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It with that idea that I started to deal with how tired I was and how painful my feet were when I want to do something as innocuous as household chores. Talking to myself – more or less talking myself INTO something – encouraging to do just a little this time. Then maybe resting and trying some more. At first I honestly didn’t think I could do it but it’s worked remarkably well for me to get up and move.

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I’m looking forward to the time when doing chores isn’t such a “chore” – that I can get it all done in a shorter time and not have to take breaks in between. That’s not to say that I’ll actually enjoy doing housework – who does – but at least it won’t seem so much like a mountain I have to conquer.

Who knows…maybe some day I will actually like to do housework.

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Blessings to all.

Love,

Dani

The Do One Better November Challenge

I had meant to post this a couple of days ago and not on November 1st, but like they always say, the best of intentions…

In any case, before I go any further with this post, I forgot in my last couple of posts to tell everyone that I had lost a pound last weigh-in day (Monday the 26th) so at least it wasn’t a gain. And this morning I weighed in at the same so while I didn’t lose any – I also didn’t gain any. I’ll take it.

I was mentioning to Kimmy at work the other day about my lack of math skills. I was wondering how it was that I had 565 emails in my In Box at the start of the day and 4 hours later, having deleted 65 emails, I still had 535 emails!  Then I likened it to my weight loss/gain except somewhat in reverse. It takes me a month to gain 5 pounds, yet it takes me 4 months to lose 5 pounds.

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While not exactly the math that I want to see, so long as the end result is that I’m down over-all, I suppose that will have to suffice because I know that in reality I will see ups and downs, I just hope for the sake of my sanity, I have more downs than ups.

Also I want to mention that I’ve received some interesting comments about the blog posting “A 5 pound bag of potatoes”. Even Dr. S mentioned that as she was taking a walk she was trying to imagine how many 5 pound bags of sugar (she used sugar as she used to eat a lot of it so it was familiar to her) she could carry. She pictured herself as she was walking actually carrying those extra bags, adding on a bag or two here and there, and she admitted that she hadn’t gotten very far with her imagining before she realized just how much more difficult that would be for her.  Others had told me that had experiences some weight gains, such as 15 pounds, and how much of a difference it made to their body – their joints and their overall health. So I think it was a good experiment to try to have everyone visualize – to give everyone an idea of the physical struggles of being morbidly obese. And thanks to those who said they had a better understanding of how I feel when i say that I’m exhausted and why.

So that being said, I want to do something in the month of November that I would love if any one of you who wants to do it with me, would join me. I think it would be a challenge sure, but I also think that the more people who join in, the more fun and less like work it will be. I want to called it “The Do One Better November Challenge”. Say that fast 5 times.

I started to think about this when I failed – yes I failed miserably – with stopping with drinking soda pop. My addiction got the better of me and it wasn’t long before I was back sucking them down. And while I’m somewhat disappointed in myself because of this, I don’t want to dwell on the fact that I didn’t do what I had wanted to do, but more that I’m going to keep trying. And I came to the realizing that in order to succeed at that one task (and any others), I had to do it more gradually. Baby steps. Because clearly “cold turkey” doesn’t work for me (and maybe doesn’t for most people) so what could I do that would help me to eventually stop drinking it but also help me to make all sorts of other changes that I need to make.

Because let’s face it, the more changes someone has to make, the more overwhelmed they become and give up. I find this to be true as well with all of the information “out there” on the web that talks about what you should or shouldn’t do to lose weight. Eat this. Don’t eat that. This is bad for you in one article, but in another it’s not bad for you. You need to eat this much a day or you need to reduce this each day. It can make a person go nuts – and since I’m already half-way there, this isn’t a giant leap for me.

So I came up with this month long challenge. If it’s successful – and I sure hope it will be – we’ll do it again in December with a slight twist.  But here’s what it’s about:

Every day for the month of November, I will make at least one smart decision relating to my health. It could be anything like the following:

  • drinking NO sugary drinks in a day
  • only drinking HALF of what I normally would drink of a sugary drink in a day
  • adding a vegetable (or more) to my meals/dinner
  • having a meatless day (for example, Meatless Monday)
  • trying something new (recipe or food)
  • cooking a meal(s)
  • recording an entire day of food in a food journal
  • walking 10 extra mins a day (or whatever increment or distance)
  • doing a yoga video
  • lift weights / use resistance bands for 15 mins
  • parking further away in parking lot
  • NOT buying a snack or eating something bad
  • swap out one food for another (Try Eating This…Instead of This) or do this instead of eating out of boredom

The list really could be endless. And I realize some don’t sound hard for some of you but for someone like me, everything on here is a challenge in some way to me. It’s all about making smart decisions and slowly making changes to my lifestyle. So just like with the thing that I do to talk myself into getting up and doing something, despite how tired I am, I want to start talking myself into making these smart decisions every day. I always seem to try to do too much, get overwhelmed and then fall back into bad habits. They say it takes 21 days to form a new habit so let’s use 30 in November and give it a go.

Of course the challenge for me is also to not eat even those “healthy foods” that might mean a spike in my blood sugar so while seemingly good-for-you, some foods due to their carb content I should avoid or limit as well. Popcorn. Apples. Whole wheat bread. Pasta. WTF?? This just adds to the overwhelming feeling of “what can I eat?” and just leads to say “forget it” and skip a meal because it’s just such a pain in the ass.

So I would really love it if people would join me on this challenge. I will make a tab to track the daily results for myself but if you’d like for me to track yours as well, I would be happy to (can be anonymous, initials or first name only). It would be fun to see what others are doing too to give ideas to everyone else that they might like to try.

The point it to build on it and try to keep making smart decisions. Maybe for December it means making at least TWO good decisions in a day. Who knows? The sky’s the limit.

And the more smart decisions made in a day, the better.

So what do you say?

It’s starts today. The idea is that I will update it the next morning for all of the previous day Smart Choices. I’m going to post my own on a tab on my blog site. I’ve already added one from this morning. If I do nothing else the rest of the day, the day’s challenge has been met, but I hope to do more than one each day, and will try to do so.

I hope some of you will join me. Message me either via Facebook, Twitter, email (dani052566@gmail.com) or on here if you’re interested. And any ideas anyone else has would be greatly appreciated.

I’m also creating a tab of helpful things I’ve found that I’d like to share with everyone. The first thing on the tab will be what to do when you have a sugar craving.

Have a wonderful Sunday. Sending blessings and love to all.

Love,

Dani