I wonder how easy it will be to get derailed while not on vacation? Like, now that I'm used to having my coffee with half and half, a protein bar for lunch, and then a decent sized, low-ish carb (no grains) dinner, will I fall off the wagon come winter? To do that would mean abandoning my whole method. Will Christmas do me in? I do want to enjoy Thanksgiving and Christmas, etc, but if I stick to the "eat only leftovers for dinner, not for lunch and dinner", maybe it will be OK? And for Christmas, I can just try to avoid the holiday goodies, but will I and could I long term really say, "oh, no more baklava, sugar cookies, etc because mom can't eat them."?
I'm trying to anticipate my stumbling blocks as I know I'll have them. How do I prevent it? How do I continue to stay on plan easily?
A person on a forum I peruse has been enormously successful with maintaining her weight loss, yet she says that she spends a big amount of mental energy and time thinking about what she will eat, how she will eat, etc so that she doesn't gain weight. That constant mental battle can be exhausting and can lead to failure. I don't want to be relosing again for the umpteenth time! I don't want to be a human yo-yo!
And those are my thoughts as I'm getting ready to end my fast for the day - thinking only about eating at this point, especially as I ate a light dinner last night.
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Sunday, December 16, 2012
A weekend of such mixed emotions
The weekend started with such a horrible feeling in my heart. Learning of yet another mass shooting and this time with little ones as the victimes, less than two weeks before Christmas. It just made me realize all the more how lucky I am - now and always.
While that was with me all the rest of the weekend (and will be for a long time - and I will be more and more proactive about things) I also had a very wonderful weekend.
I spent 7 hours on Friday baking and decorating cookies. I could have seen it as one huge duty I needed to do, but I didn't. I made between 450-500 cookies. I had already planned my talk for Sunday School, practiced it and polished it as well as it could be. I could see the house would be cleanable in a whirlwind vacuum and dusting on Saturday, so I set to baking.
My mother in law (just home from a cruise and a bit under the weather) said "I am beginning to hate Christmas". How sad really. To her it just seems like one big duty. Oh, if she would only stop thinking of all the "duties" and just enjoy - take in how excited her grandson gets. Notice how people light up with a cheerful smile. Make something yummy and watch people enjoy. Sure, some of the prep can be difficult or labor intensive, but just hold onto how wonderful the payoffs are. That's what I do!
Friday night I organized all the baked goods for Sunday School, sunday platform, the Cookie exchange party, my husband's holiday party, my son's school teachers and the left overs for the family. I cleaned the kitchen and then soaked in the tub and readied for Saturday.
I spent most of Saturday cleaning. I picked up the family room, moved the clutter out of the basement, tidied my son's room, got my husband to dust, my older son to run the vacuum, and I made the salad and then got everything arranged/set for the party. We had a wonderful, wonderful party. There were 40 people, 14 of them kids. Oh my goodness, their wonder and joy is so catching. I had my son set up a couple of trains - kid heaven. The basement was a rec room fun fest. They were having so much fun doing everything else, they didn't even want to stop and make the gingerbread trees! Only the arrival of Santa got them interested in leaving the fun stuff and then they were ready to make the gingerbread trees after Santa's visit.
After the party I was smiling ear to ear. I was tired, but happy. To wrap up the day, my husband and I cuddled on the couch with a spiked eggnog with rum (and oh boy, a good eggnog is sooooo much better than the cheap stuff!)
I got a full night of sleep, showered and loaded up the car for today's Sunday. I was giving the talk today which is already a bit stressful, but today was the first ever chorus rehearsal too and I had a stand-in for my usual role. Then, I had a gay/lesbian panel for the sex. ed class I usually teach, and I had a stand in teacher for that class too. And it all went so well - the talk, the chorus rehearsal, the guest panel. Yay!!!!
We came home, ate a quick lunch and then I went to my first ever cookie swap. It was fun to see what people brought to exchange and I even got to finally meet a local person who I have gotten to know a bit through Facebook and that was nice.
I came home to a family happy to see me, easy leftovers to heat up for dinner and now I'm sitting here with the family in the family room. We're listening to the Muppets, A Green and Red Christmas while I write this blog and my husband reads stuff on the computer and the little guy is drawing pictures.
Now if I can just hold onto this feeling. I keep going back to those children, those innocents slain by a crazy man, but then I have to let it go. I will be proactive. I will speak up, but I also need to enjoy my life and move on. I also realize, only not fully enough, innocents die around the world every day and some of it due to our own actions.
But I also need to grab these wonderful, peaceful moments and savor them.
While that was with me all the rest of the weekend (and will be for a long time - and I will be more and more proactive about things) I also had a very wonderful weekend.
I spent 7 hours on Friday baking and decorating cookies. I could have seen it as one huge duty I needed to do, but I didn't. I made between 450-500 cookies. I had already planned my talk for Sunday School, practiced it and polished it as well as it could be. I could see the house would be cleanable in a whirlwind vacuum and dusting on Saturday, so I set to baking.
My mother in law (just home from a cruise and a bit under the weather) said "I am beginning to hate Christmas". How sad really. To her it just seems like one big duty. Oh, if she would only stop thinking of all the "duties" and just enjoy - take in how excited her grandson gets. Notice how people light up with a cheerful smile. Make something yummy and watch people enjoy. Sure, some of the prep can be difficult or labor intensive, but just hold onto how wonderful the payoffs are. That's what I do!
Friday night I organized all the baked goods for Sunday School, sunday platform, the Cookie exchange party, my husband's holiday party, my son's school teachers and the left overs for the family. I cleaned the kitchen and then soaked in the tub and readied for Saturday.
I spent most of Saturday cleaning. I picked up the family room, moved the clutter out of the basement, tidied my son's room, got my husband to dust, my older son to run the vacuum, and I made the salad and then got everything arranged/set for the party. We had a wonderful, wonderful party. There were 40 people, 14 of them kids. Oh my goodness, their wonder and joy is so catching. I had my son set up a couple of trains - kid heaven. The basement was a rec room fun fest. They were having so much fun doing everything else, they didn't even want to stop and make the gingerbread trees! Only the arrival of Santa got them interested in leaving the fun stuff and then they were ready to make the gingerbread trees after Santa's visit.
After the party I was smiling ear to ear. I was tired, but happy. To wrap up the day, my husband and I cuddled on the couch with a spiked eggnog with rum (and oh boy, a good eggnog is sooooo much better than the cheap stuff!)
I got a full night of sleep, showered and loaded up the car for today's Sunday. I was giving the talk today which is already a bit stressful, but today was the first ever chorus rehearsal too and I had a stand-in for my usual role. Then, I had a gay/lesbian panel for the sex. ed class I usually teach, and I had a stand in teacher for that class too. And it all went so well - the talk, the chorus rehearsal, the guest panel. Yay!!!!
We came home, ate a quick lunch and then I went to my first ever cookie swap. It was fun to see what people brought to exchange and I even got to finally meet a local person who I have gotten to know a bit through Facebook and that was nice.
I came home to a family happy to see me, easy leftovers to heat up for dinner and now I'm sitting here with the family in the family room. We're listening to the Muppets, A Green and Red Christmas while I write this blog and my husband reads stuff on the computer and the little guy is drawing pictures.
Now if I can just hold onto this feeling. I keep going back to those children, those innocents slain by a crazy man, but then I have to let it go. I will be proactive. I will speak up, but I also need to enjoy my life and move on. I also realize, only not fully enough, innocents die around the world every day and some of it due to our own actions.
But I also need to grab these wonderful, peaceful moments and savor them.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
No excuse, just needed a mental break
How its been more than 2 months, I have no idea. I didn't plan on taking a break. That wasn't my intention, but things, life, just got too overwhelming. I was trying to juggle the 2 part time jobs that required a lot of writing, 2 intensive speech therapies, 3 times a week for my son, 2 times a week physical therapy for my shoulder, taking care of a home, as well as trying to maintain at least one of my personal blogs and trying to stay on top of my fitness. I just got burned out with writing, I needed to write for work, so I kept that. This, my lifeline to staying on top of things all fitness and eating related, got dropped.
Two weeks ago today my one part time job which was temporary, ended. Just before that, my physical therapy ended (temporarily), and two of the three sessions a week of my sons speech therapy ended. I took one week to just veg, I window shopped. I Christmas shopped online. I used some much needed me time.
So far this week, I've gotten back into the groove with getting projects at home done, and got a presentation in order for my remaining job as well as getting things more in order for that job and I celebrated my 43rd birthday. I'm finally ready to jump back into this blog again.
As far as how I've handled fitness and eating, it's been a mixed bag. I've managed to get in 4 workouts a week, 2 of them weight training. I am physically stronger than I have ever been. Eating has been mostly hit or miss with the last two weeks especially, miss. Scale says around 182. Definitely not my plan as I hoped to at least stay at 175 by year's end, but for not tracking and for being unbelievably busy, it's not horrible either. I think a lot of is water weight from too many carbs. My big problem is that I've upped the sweets as I lost sleep with being so busy. As life is calming back down, my desire to do better is getting better too. There is actually hope that I will be 175 by month's end if I am holding a lot of water weight as I suspect (and if a cortisone shot doesn't make me hold water).
So, I am 43. I started this blog after just turning 41- thinking about 42 and how my dad died at the age of 42. This last year I've spent trying to make fitness and better eating a lifestyle and it's mostly there of that I'm so proud to say. I've now reached an age my father never did. I don't say that with sadness. My dad wasn't a part of my life when he died. He had walked away from us kids when I was a preteen and he died when I was 22. He died 20 years ago now. I have so much more that he ever had and for that I'm thankful.
So, I am back and I plan to be stay back. One last final push for this year. And I WILL finish this weight loss journey early next year. While this year was a success in maintenance (mostly), I want to finish this weight loss thing!
I'm back, I promise!
12/12/12
Two weeks ago today my one part time job which was temporary, ended. Just before that, my physical therapy ended (temporarily), and two of the three sessions a week of my sons speech therapy ended. I took one week to just veg, I window shopped. I Christmas shopped online. I used some much needed me time.
So far this week, I've gotten back into the groove with getting projects at home done, and got a presentation in order for my remaining job as well as getting things more in order for that job and I celebrated my 43rd birthday. I'm finally ready to jump back into this blog again.
As far as how I've handled fitness and eating, it's been a mixed bag. I've managed to get in 4 workouts a week, 2 of them weight training. I am physically stronger than I have ever been. Eating has been mostly hit or miss with the last two weeks especially, miss. Scale says around 182. Definitely not my plan as I hoped to at least stay at 175 by year's end, but for not tracking and for being unbelievably busy, it's not horrible either. I think a lot of is water weight from too many carbs. My big problem is that I've upped the sweets as I lost sleep with being so busy. As life is calming back down, my desire to do better is getting better too. There is actually hope that I will be 175 by month's end if I am holding a lot of water weight as I suspect (and if a cortisone shot doesn't make me hold water).
So, I am 43. I started this blog after just turning 41- thinking about 42 and how my dad died at the age of 42. This last year I've spent trying to make fitness and better eating a lifestyle and it's mostly there of that I'm so proud to say. I've now reached an age my father never did. I don't say that with sadness. My dad wasn't a part of my life when he died. He had walked away from us kids when I was a preteen and he died when I was 22. He died 20 years ago now. I have so much more that he ever had and for that I'm thankful.
So, I am back and I plan to be stay back. One last final push for this year. And I WILL finish this weight loss journey early next year. While this year was a success in maintenance (mostly), I want to finish this weight loss thing!
I'm back, I promise!
12/12/12
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