Old WW post: Nothing tastes as good as what feels?
Sunday, January 03, 2010
This past week has been a battle with stress eating. Closing on our house, family tension, trying to start a tutoring business, the end of my winter "break" and knowing that I'll go into this next quarter of teaching feeling pretty depleted...wouldn't a lot of pizza make me feel better? How about several brownies and some chocolate chip cookies left behind by friends? I'm even good with hogging down a package of cheese slices...
Honestly, these things *do* make me feel better--just not for an extended period of time (unless I just keep eating). That WW saying, "Nothing tastes as good as thin feels" just doesn't work for me. The peanut butter cheesecake with chocolate sauce that I had a few weeks ago really was one of the most amazing things I have ever tasted...and in that moment, thin was nowhere close to that experience. I did not want to be thin, I wanted to jump naked into a vat of peanut butter cheesecake, eat my way to the bottom, and then swim in a lake of chocolate sauce with my mouth open. But I'm getting off my topic and I'm closing to drooling into my keyboard.
What I struggle with is the moment of taste and the moment of enormous quantities of soothing carbs running through my body, mellowing out my jangly nerves and racing thoughts; the after-effect of sleepy overload that seems almost like relaxation if I squint my eyes and lounge in my food coma on the couch. In those moments of extreme eating, I have treated myself, rewarded myself, calmed myself -- it's like a spa retreat for my mouth and tummy or a meditation with food as my focus where my mind is pulled away from worries and my body stops processing stress and starts working on carbs and fat.
What can come close to this? Well, nothing, really. Definitely not "thin". But in trying to deal with this stress, I have figured out a substitute that is almost the complete opposite of eating like a piggy. It's working out on my elliptical machine while loudly singing Mary J. Blige lyrics. No, really! Just hear me out.
At first I might drag my feet to the machine, which lives in a drab, cold corner of the basement. But I warm up with India Arie ("I'm not your average girl from a video, and I ain't built like a supermodel, but I've learned to love myself unconditionally, because I am a queen...") and after that I'm more into it. When I sing (okay, yell with lots of gasping for air), "Got my head on straight, I've got my vibe right, ain't gonna let you kill it" with Mary J. Blige in "Just Fine",
I really mean it and I'm saying it to the "thoughtful" folks who left those brownies in my house. When Mary J. and I get to "Work That", I crank up the resistance on my machine, slow down the pace, and belt it out: "I'm talkin bout things that I know / It's okay, show yourself some love / Don't worry bout who's sayin what/ Work what you've got". These are such reassuring, soul-strengthening, self-love-inducing words! When I say them with Mary J., I feel so much better about myself and about where I am in my life.
And I've found the most surprising thing of all (to me anyway): the activity combined with repeating empowering lyrics actually makes me feel strong and happy for an extended period of time. And, dare I say, I feel better than I did after the cheesecake incident? Yes, I do! In taking 15 minutes or so with Mary J. Blige and the elliptical machine, I've taken time for myself--time where my head was in the lyrics and not with my stressful thoughts or doing mental battle with eating vs. not eating a side of bacon; the activity invigorates me and relaxes me at the same time. I love myself for who I am in that moment and feel motivated to become my best self. These are not feelings that I have when I am choking down a cheese dog with cheese fries (plus a diet pop, of course) at Pete's stand. It seems like this activity might make me feel better (and for longer) than a carb+fat overload. Whoa! Not only that, but when I earn APs, I feel motivated to stay OP and either not use them or use them for things like tangerines or squash.
I don't want this to sound like a miracle cure -- it is a decision to get on that machine, and whenever there is a decision, there is a moment to choose yes or no. So many factors go into that choice, but this discovery, for me, will be important to keep in mind: the tangible feeling of joy, strength, health, and power when I am working out with music. "Nothing tastes as good as working out with empowering lyrics feels" is a better motto for me. What works for you? Do you have a motto?
H
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Old WW post: How are you going to get rid of all that?
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
The other night my husband gave me a much needed back rub. It was so nice and comforting, until... he got to my under-bra fat roll, my generous hip pads, my ample patootie and he asked the question, "How are you going to get rid of all that? Where does it go?" He gave my back fat a little jiggle.
It's a funny question, actually, although my immediate reaction was to tense all up again, but then I laughed. It is a good question. The answer is, I'm going to get rid of all that slowly but surely, with steady but realistic steps -- reducing my portions, watching my points, increasing my activity. Where does it go? I don't know, but I'm hoping that it still goes away. Last time I did WW (about 7 years ago), I *lost* almost 70 pounds. I wrote in an earlier blog about how I did it. Training to walk a marathon and simultaneously being incredibly active and aggressively following the WW program, those fat cells melted off fast. In their place were lean, sleek muscle cells. No baggy skin, no leftover cellulite in my hip pockets.
But I learned that you can't train for a marathon all the time and you can't eat frozen meals encased in plastic for every meal. My body breaks down, gets injuries, gives me migraines and cravings. This time, realistically, I'm not sure I can get rid of all that fat. I am seven years older and I am working the plan differently this time around -- looking at it as a new way of being that will be maintained for the rest of my life. But even getting rid of 10% is excellent! I'll do my best for sure, but my hubster may still encounter a jiggle here or there, even once I'm maintaining my goal weight. That's a realistic forty-mmmph-year-old's body. (I should note that my husband is just fine with my body as it is now, though he encourages a healthier me.)
In our meetings our leader makes a point of saying that she has REMOVED 41 pounds and has kept it off for nine years. She will correct me if I say that I LOST a pound. Saying that you lost it gives it a chance to find you again. My 70 pounds brought friends to our reunion. I don't know where it will go this time, but for sure the fat I remove now is gone for good.
Happy New Year to all!
H
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
The other night my husband gave me a much needed back rub. It was so nice and comforting, until... he got to my under-bra fat roll, my generous hip pads, my ample patootie and he asked the question, "How are you going to get rid of all that? Where does it go?" He gave my back fat a little jiggle.
It's a funny question, actually, although my immediate reaction was to tense all up again, but then I laughed. It is a good question. The answer is, I'm going to get rid of all that slowly but surely, with steady but realistic steps -- reducing my portions, watching my points, increasing my activity. Where does it go? I don't know, but I'm hoping that it still goes away. Last time I did WW (about 7 years ago), I *lost* almost 70 pounds. I wrote in an earlier blog about how I did it. Training to walk a marathon and simultaneously being incredibly active and aggressively following the WW program, those fat cells melted off fast. In their place were lean, sleek muscle cells. No baggy skin, no leftover cellulite in my hip pockets.
But I learned that you can't train for a marathon all the time and you can't eat frozen meals encased in plastic for every meal. My body breaks down, gets injuries, gives me migraines and cravings. This time, realistically, I'm not sure I can get rid of all that fat. I am seven years older and I am working the plan differently this time around -- looking at it as a new way of being that will be maintained for the rest of my life. But even getting rid of 10% is excellent! I'll do my best for sure, but my hubster may still encounter a jiggle here or there, even once I'm maintaining my goal weight. That's a realistic forty-mmmph-year-old's body. (I should note that my husband is just fine with my body as it is now, though he encourages a healthier me.)
In our meetings our leader makes a point of saying that she has REMOVED 41 pounds and has kept it off for nine years. She will correct me if I say that I LOST a pound. Saying that you lost it gives it a chance to find you again. My 70 pounds brought friends to our reunion. I don't know where it will go this time, but for sure the fat I remove now is gone for good.
Happy New Year to all!
H
Old WW post: Was it worth it? At last!
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Last week I had a surprising victory at the scale and in my head. I was all over my tracker like white on rice last week. Knowing that I would be ...ahem...retaining water that week, I drank water, water, and more water. And I reacquainted myself with my old friend Ms. Elliptical. She gave me the cold shoulder at first, but after a few minutes with some Mary J. Blige, we were back to being good friends. Scale says "minus 4.8" Holey Moley! (Hey, how do you actually spell that anyway?) I love it when what I do during the week is reflected in the scale, though I*do* know that all success is not reflected there.
The next day (Thursday), I up and decided to visit my brother in Florida. We went grocery shopping and I picked up WW friendly items. I tried to stay mindful, but at the same time, I made the decision not to count points. I don't often get still-flipping-on-my-plate fresh seafood (okay, not really, it was dead) and I usually don't drink alcohol when I'm out because I'm usually the driver. I made these choices. I went for walks though they were slow ambles on the beach. I drank some coconut concoctions. I had peanut butter cheesecake with fudge sauce. (Okay, so after that last choice, I did get a bit sick. I don't think my body can handle that much fat anymore! Good choice, body!)
My WI is tomorrow night. I worked out today and then shoveled snow and have been eating fruits and fibrous foods and drinking water, water, water. Whenever we have a gain at the scale, our leader asks if it was worth it. I know this question is coming and usually I reflect guilty back on a binge or a loss of control with some ice cream or tacos or.... and my answer is no. The next question is, "Well, what did you learn?"
Tomorrow night I will finally say, It was worth it. I made a choice and I enjoyed it and I can take these next days, weeks, the month, to work it back off again. That's life. That's realistic. That's a skill that I am learning -- to make the choice to enjoy, then to really enjoy it, and then not to let it sink my ship after the moment has passed. I may gain tomorrow night or not, but either way, I definitely learned something this week.
Onward!
H
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Last week I had a surprising victory at the scale and in my head. I was all over my tracker like white on rice last week. Knowing that I would be ...ahem...retaining water that week, I drank water, water, and more water. And I reacquainted myself with my old friend Ms. Elliptical. She gave me the cold shoulder at first, but after a few minutes with some Mary J. Blige, we were back to being good friends. Scale says "minus 4.8" Holey Moley! (Hey, how do you actually spell that anyway?) I love it when what I do during the week is reflected in the scale, though I*do* know that all success is not reflected there.
The next day (Thursday), I up and decided to visit my brother in Florida. We went grocery shopping and I picked up WW friendly items. I tried to stay mindful, but at the same time, I made the decision not to count points. I don't often get still-flipping-on-my-plate fresh seafood (okay, not really, it was dead) and I usually don't drink alcohol when I'm out because I'm usually the driver. I made these choices. I went for walks though they were slow ambles on the beach. I drank some coconut concoctions. I had peanut butter cheesecake with fudge sauce. (Okay, so after that last choice, I did get a bit sick. I don't think my body can handle that much fat anymore! Good choice, body!)
My WI is tomorrow night. I worked out today and then shoveled snow and have been eating fruits and fibrous foods and drinking water, water, water. Whenever we have a gain at the scale, our leader asks if it was worth it. I know this question is coming and usually I reflect guilty back on a binge or a loss of control with some ice cream or tacos or.... and my answer is no. The next question is, "Well, what did you learn?"
Tomorrow night I will finally say, It was worth it. I made a choice and I enjoyed it and I can take these next days, weeks, the month, to work it back off again. That's life. That's realistic. That's a skill that I am learning -- to make the choice to enjoy, then to really enjoy it, and then not to let it sink my ship after the moment has passed. I may gain tomorrow night or not, but either way, I definitely learned something this week.
Onward!
H
Old WW post:
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Oof. The last few days have been hard. Two weigh ins have passed since my last post, I think --the day after that post and then yesterday. Up both times and I know why -- I keep eating! The week of the last post I tracked every point and saw that many days were up to 28 points over my daily total and that was after I'd used the 35 bonus points. What did I expect? I think I expected some sort of miracle. Because that's how the scale seems to work sometimes. I've had weeks where I knew I was way over my daily and weekly points, but magically, I lost. I've had other weeks where I stayed within points and was active, but didn't lose. But the thing is, with this time around with WW, I have never been consistent with my tracking, activity, and point maintenance. I've been up and down -- eating, eating, eating or staying OP with points and exercise and in general, not actually tracking. So when I come in to my meeting, I'm never quite sure what will happen. I hope for elation but my general trend is disappointment.
My leader asked, Was this expected? I usually say, Well, sort of. My leader asks, Was it worth it? Generally I say, No, not really, but I guess I'm learning.
But am I learning? I know what to do. I choose not to basically because for some reason, I don't want to. I don't want to track, I don't want to pass over the freezer raid on my husband's drumsticks or skip the meal deal when we have Mexican. Somehow I have to figure out how to acknowledge wanting to eat these things, but then choose not to eat them. When I did the plan before I was in complete control of my environment -- single and alone, my fridge was so healthy and fast food wasn't in my sightline. Now there are temptations everywhere. Temptations I want to learn to deal with -- and *need* to learn to deal with.
I am on break now from my teaching and at home with said temptations and have more time on my hands than I'm used to. Usually I use such free time to worry...and then eat. This week's meeting topic was helpful, so I challenge myself to stay mindful of when I feel tempted to eat and try to channel that energy into a non-feeding activity.
Here goes!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Oof. The last few days have been hard. Two weigh ins have passed since my last post, I think --the day after that post and then yesterday. Up both times and I know why -- I keep eating! The week of the last post I tracked every point and saw that many days were up to 28 points over my daily total and that was after I'd used the 35 bonus points. What did I expect? I think I expected some sort of miracle. Because that's how the scale seems to work sometimes. I've had weeks where I knew I was way over my daily and weekly points, but magically, I lost. I've had other weeks where I stayed within points and was active, but didn't lose. But the thing is, with this time around with WW, I have never been consistent with my tracking, activity, and point maintenance. I've been up and down -- eating, eating, eating or staying OP with points and exercise and in general, not actually tracking. So when I come in to my meeting, I'm never quite sure what will happen. I hope for elation but my general trend is disappointment.
My leader asked, Was this expected? I usually say, Well, sort of. My leader asks, Was it worth it? Generally I say, No, not really, but I guess I'm learning.
But am I learning? I know what to do. I choose not to basically because for some reason, I don't want to. I don't want to track, I don't want to pass over the freezer raid on my husband's drumsticks or skip the meal deal when we have Mexican. Somehow I have to figure out how to acknowledge wanting to eat these things, but then choose not to eat them. When I did the plan before I was in complete control of my environment -- single and alone, my fridge was so healthy and fast food wasn't in my sightline. Now there are temptations everywhere. Temptations I want to learn to deal with -- and *need* to learn to deal with.
I am on break now from my teaching and at home with said temptations and have more time on my hands than I'm used to. Usually I use such free time to worry...and then eat. This week's meeting topic was helpful, so I challenge myself to stay mindful of when I feel tempted to eat and try to channel that energy into a non-feeding activity.
Here goes!
Old WW post:
It was seven years ago today:
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
This morning I got a Happy Anniversary of Our First Kiss e-card from my hubby. He always remembers this stuff! So sweet! Seven years! I can't believe it has been seven years and when I think back to where I was then in my life it is painful yet inspiring. In a way, it was the best time of my life. I'd just completed walking the Portland Marathon in 6 hours. I'd lost 68 pounds with WeightWatchers. I was super confident, fit, healthy, in love with myself at last and falling in love with my now husband. And...
nursing an injury from the marathon and starting a new job, it was hard to keep up with my extreme exercise schedule. In love and wanting to spend every minute with my now hubby -- and embarrassed that a few pounds were creeping back on -- I started slacking on meetings. I thought I had the plan down and could do it on my own. I was just 2 pounds from my goal. 2 pounds! That is agonizing to me now, but I know now that I was doomed then. I was simultaneously amazed and glorious in my new body but letting it slip away +.8, +1, +2... My husband remembers me saying stuff like -- oh, I'll just have a taste of your ice cream, it's the first taste that's the best anyway. It seemed like I was in control. He brought me wine and cheese as night-time snacks. He meant well and it *was* so romantic...
more life happened ... family crises, migraines, more pounds, less exercise, moving in together, weddings (we had two!), challenges, tragedies, celebrations
seven years ago today everything seemed so new! I was never an athlete and I hadn't ever felt my body move so well or feel so light! I remember jumping around just to feel the lightness and stopping at full length mirrors to stare at my slim thighs.
Now I have been back at WeightWatchers for a little over a year. I know that I can remove the weight, but this time I am doing it with wisdom. I've been challenged with transitioning to this lifestyle over the past year and slowly slowly have removed 15 pounds. I am not at my 10% goal yet, but that's okay. These slow pounds are gone pounds. I know that I need to forgive myself for gaining the weight back, but also remember how I felt seven years ago. I still love myself -- for who I was then and for who I am now, coming back to WW and working every day to learn a new lifestyle and to be just a little bit better week by week...now with my husband's help.
It was seven years ago today:
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
This morning I got a Happy Anniversary of Our First Kiss e-card from my hubby. He always remembers this stuff! So sweet! Seven years! I can't believe it has been seven years and when I think back to where I was then in my life it is painful yet inspiring. In a way, it was the best time of my life. I'd just completed walking the Portland Marathon in 6 hours. I'd lost 68 pounds with WeightWatchers. I was super confident, fit, healthy, in love with myself at last and falling in love with my now husband. And...
nursing an injury from the marathon and starting a new job, it was hard to keep up with my extreme exercise schedule. In love and wanting to spend every minute with my now hubby -- and embarrassed that a few pounds were creeping back on -- I started slacking on meetings. I thought I had the plan down and could do it on my own. I was just 2 pounds from my goal. 2 pounds! That is agonizing to me now, but I know now that I was doomed then. I was simultaneously amazed and glorious in my new body but letting it slip away +.8, +1, +2... My husband remembers me saying stuff like -- oh, I'll just have a taste of your ice cream, it's the first taste that's the best anyway. It seemed like I was in control. He brought me wine and cheese as night-time snacks. He meant well and it *was* so romantic...
more life happened ... family crises, migraines, more pounds, less exercise, moving in together, weddings (we had two!), challenges, tragedies, celebrations
seven years ago today everything seemed so new! I was never an athlete and I hadn't ever felt my body move so well or feel so light! I remember jumping around just to feel the lightness and stopping at full length mirrors to stare at my slim thighs.
Now I have been back at WeightWatchers for a little over a year. I know that I can remove the weight, but this time I am doing it with wisdom. I've been challenged with transitioning to this lifestyle over the past year and slowly slowly have removed 15 pounds. I am not at my 10% goal yet, but that's okay. These slow pounds are gone pounds. I know that I need to forgive myself for gaining the weight back, but also remember how I felt seven years ago. I still love myself -- for who I was then and for who I am now, coming back to WW and working every day to learn a new lifestyle and to be just a little bit better week by week...now with my husband's help.
Older WW post (see earlier posts about this):
Friday, November 27, 2009
I think I'm finally getting over this cold -- hurray! I was also down 3.8! at this week's WI on Tuesday. It's a big number due to the previous week of being up with water weight, but I am pleased *and* very determined to have another loss this week. It doesn't have to be big, just down. I'll even take .2.
Yesterday I got up at 5:30 am (thank you, Bill the puppy, with your tiny bladder) and went for a really nice walk. I'm doing a Thanksgiving Weekend Challenge where I'm tracking my steps and trying to stay active. After my walk I went to the grocery store and got my ingredients for my Thanksgiving contribution: Corn Casserole. I like to make this dish because I am not tempted by it one bit. I like my corn pure. I hadn't ever heard of corn casserole before I met my husband's family and my mother-in-law asked if I could bring one. After much googling, I found a recipe and now, 5 years later, I'm still bringing it and asking my husband if it tastes okay.
Tried to enjoy the company at my inlaws' and think less about the food, but some family tension did not make that easy. When we came home afterwards, I was crabby, headache-y, and looking for comfort in the fridge even though I wasn't hungry. I had 1 Little Drum (mini ice cream drumstick--so cute!) at 3 points and went to bed. Today is looking better, but I am at home with my husband's leftovers beckoning me. At least he doesn't like pie, so there's none of that waving me over! Looks like I better get my big butt moving so I remember that I'm choosing Weight Watchers -- I'm choosing to remove weight, feel lighter, move better, be healthier, have fewer migraines, be confident, improve my outlook! I choose!!
Look out Elliptical, here I come!
Friday, November 27, 2009
I think I'm finally getting over this cold -- hurray! I was also down 3.8! at this week's WI on Tuesday. It's a big number due to the previous week of being up with water weight, but I am pleased *and* very determined to have another loss this week. It doesn't have to be big, just down. I'll even take .2.
Yesterday I got up at 5:30 am (thank you, Bill the puppy, with your tiny bladder) and went for a really nice walk. I'm doing a Thanksgiving Weekend Challenge where I'm tracking my steps and trying to stay active. After my walk I went to the grocery store and got my ingredients for my Thanksgiving contribution: Corn Casserole. I like to make this dish because I am not tempted by it one bit. I like my corn pure. I hadn't ever heard of corn casserole before I met my husband's family and my mother-in-law asked if I could bring one. After much googling, I found a recipe and now, 5 years later, I'm still bringing it and asking my husband if it tastes okay.
Tried to enjoy the company at my inlaws' and think less about the food, but some family tension did not make that easy. When we came home afterwards, I was crabby, headache-y, and looking for comfort in the fridge even though I wasn't hungry. I had 1 Little Drum (mini ice cream drumstick--so cute!) at 3 points and went to bed. Today is looking better, but I am at home with my husband's leftovers beckoning me. At least he doesn't like pie, so there's none of that waving me over! Looks like I better get my big butt moving so I remember that I'm choosing Weight Watchers -- I'm choosing to remove weight, feel lighter, move better, be healthier, have fewer migraines, be confident, improve my outlook! I choose!!
Look out Elliptical, here I come!
WeightWatchers' posts:
Monday, November 16, 2009
So far so good! I've been tracking even though I've consistently gone over my points -- but I'm pretty sure that's I've gone over less than I would have without tracking. Plus I did 10 minutes on the elliptical bright and very early this morning and fit in a short meditation session right after that. Hurray! This week *is* a little better than the last few weeks for sure.
Keepin' on keepin' on,
H
*****
Saturday, November 21, 2009
At my Wednesday night meeting, where I was up 1 pound (thank you PMS!), I started getting an itchy throat. The kind of itchy throat that makes you want to suck the back of your tongue up to the back of your throat and make disgusting sounds. That only happens when I'm getting sick. Rats! At least it's only a bad cold and not H1N1.
It's interesting that at some meetings, some of the larger losses come when someone has been sick. That never happens to me! When I get sick, I gain. I think it's from my childhood bouts with bronchitis and sinus infections -- almost constant in the winter. My mom would sneak into my room at night to refill the vaporizer (ah, Vicks!) and leave a glass of ginger ale and a pile of Ritz crackers next to my bed. Or, it's true, for a very bad cough she would give me a glass of brandy mixed with maple syrup. It worked -- I was out like a light with no hacking. So I associate being sick with special treats ... and hard liquor. Amazing how many empty calories there are in pop! But how soothing a glass of cold flat ginger ale can be when you wake up feeling miserable and alone at 3 am. I pick the pop over the points every time. I switched to reduced-fat Ritz crackers though. But I can't do diet pop -- it's just too sweet and not syrupy enough. I reserve the brandy only for a bad cough. :)
I'm feeling better today, but still taking it easy so this thing doesn't double back on me. I'm feeling well enough to dial back on the treats anyway. I'll work in some activity tomorrow for sure. Have to get moving before Thanksgiving!!
More soon!
H
****
Monday, November 16, 2009
So far so good! I've been tracking even though I've consistently gone over my points -- but I'm pretty sure that's I've gone over less than I would have without tracking. Plus I did 10 minutes on the elliptical bright and very early this morning and fit in a short meditation session right after that. Hurray! This week *is* a little better than the last few weeks for sure.
Keepin' on keepin' on,
H
*****
Saturday, November 21, 2009
At my Wednesday night meeting, where I was up 1 pound (thank you PMS!), I started getting an itchy throat. The kind of itchy throat that makes you want to suck the back of your tongue up to the back of your throat and make disgusting sounds. That only happens when I'm getting sick. Rats! At least it's only a bad cold and not H1N1.
It's interesting that at some meetings, some of the larger losses come when someone has been sick. That never happens to me! When I get sick, I gain. I think it's from my childhood bouts with bronchitis and sinus infections -- almost constant in the winter. My mom would sneak into my room at night to refill the vaporizer (ah, Vicks!) and leave a glass of ginger ale and a pile of Ritz crackers next to my bed. Or, it's true, for a very bad cough she would give me a glass of brandy mixed with maple syrup. It worked -- I was out like a light with no hacking. So I associate being sick with special treats ... and hard liquor. Amazing how many empty calories there are in pop! But how soothing a glass of cold flat ginger ale can be when you wake up feeling miserable and alone at 3 am. I pick the pop over the points every time. I switched to reduced-fat Ritz crackers though. But I can't do diet pop -- it's just too sweet and not syrupy enough. I reserve the brandy only for a bad cough. :)
I'm feeling better today, but still taking it easy so this thing doesn't double back on me. I'm feeling well enough to dial back on the treats anyway. I'll work in some activity tomorrow for sure. Have to get moving before Thanksgiving!!
More soon!
H
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I have decided to import my blog that I've been keeping at the WeightWatchers' site to here. Here is my description of my blog at that site:
"This blog is about permanently removing weight, developing a healthier lifestyle, the best of times and the worst of times. It's about persistence and strength, humor and struggle: success. My meeting leader says at the end of every meeting: "You don't have to be perfect. Life is not perfect. Life won't let you be perfect. But if you can be just a little bit better this week, focusing on a healthier lifestyle (or whatever the weekly topic is), you'll have success when you come back next week."
My first entry on the site isn't available anymore, but here is my second one:
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Well, I guess I've been away for a long time -- since August! I haven't quit WW though -- just didn't blog. I've been struggling a bit -- or "been presented with several challenges" with staying OP over these few months. It sure is hard to keep at it every day no matter what. But I've had some self epiphanies lately that have re-motivated me. I choose not to put this off any longer! I know that making small changes and losing slowly is best for long lasting success. I've lost 13 pounds in one year -- with lots of ups and downs. But it's better than having gained during that year. It's a process and I'm learning. So onward and upward! --erm, downward? Yes. Soldiering on.
I'll keep tracking and I've also started to add 10 minutes of elliptical every morning (I'll build the time up weekly).
Here I go!
****
More soon,
H
"This blog is about permanently removing weight, developing a healthier lifestyle, the best of times and the worst of times. It's about persistence and strength, humor and struggle: success. My meeting leader says at the end of every meeting: "You don't have to be perfect. Life is not perfect. Life won't let you be perfect. But if you can be just a little bit better this week, focusing on a healthier lifestyle (or whatever the weekly topic is), you'll have success when you come back next week."
My first entry on the site isn't available anymore, but here is my second one:
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Well, I guess I've been away for a long time -- since August! I haven't quit WW though -- just didn't blog. I've been struggling a bit -- or "been presented with several challenges" with staying OP over these few months. It sure is hard to keep at it every day no matter what. But I've had some self epiphanies lately that have re-motivated me. I choose not to put this off any longer! I know that making small changes and losing slowly is best for long lasting success. I've lost 13 pounds in one year -- with lots of ups and downs. But it's better than having gained during that year. It's a process and I'm learning. So onward and upward! --erm, downward? Yes. Soldiering on.
I'll keep tracking and I've also started to add 10 minutes of elliptical every morning (I'll build the time up weekly).
Here I go!
****
More soon,
H
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