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Thanks for hanging in with me.  I'm excited about the change!  See you soon!

Hugs.

How slow can you go?

I was reviewing my weight loss chart this morning, and discovered for the some time now I've been losing about two pounds a month.

At this rate I should reach my goal in a mere 30 months!

Okay.  I shouldn't complain.  (Am I complaining?)  But I really do hope it doesn't take that long.  One of the things I tell myself over and over is that the REAL goal is learning to live in a healthy way, and the weight loss is merely a bi-product of a healthy lifestyle.  In the grand scheme of things, it really doesn't matter how long it takes.

And yet, there still is within me the person who wants to wake up tomorrow and be magically thin.  The one who doesn't want to have to wait.  To work.  To deal with the very real consequences of a lifetime of self-indulgence.

What I hope I can remember is that when I feel this way, that's the old me fighting to hang on.  Maybe if it takes another 2-1/2 years to reach my weight goal, the new habits will really stick.  Maybe getting my focus off the numbers and onto the lifestyle is the real key to success.  But, oh, the numbers!  I love--and hate--the numbers! 

One of the reasons I haven't been blogging as much lately is the slowness of it all.  I think, "I don't have anything to say!"  I'm just hanging in there, and that doesn't make for very interesting reading.  I'm still squirming in the back seat of the car asking, "Are we there yet?"  And lamenting, "I'm bored!"  Because, let's face it.  Doing this day-in and day-out can be boring.  But it's the only way I know to get the where I want to be.  And for me, learning to deal with the tedium of it all is more than half the battle. 

Just a heads up - I'm working on switching my blog to another host.  Too many problems with Blogger.  I'll let you know where to meet me when the time comes!

Hugs.

Don't Give Up - By Janet Malloly

Don't give up and don't give in.
It's all in the Lord's hands.
No matter what you're facing,
He's the one who can.
In any situation
His grace can turn it around,
So you can be victorious
As his love does abound.
The beginning and the end he knows
And all that's inbetween,
So put your total trust in Him,
To Him it's all foreseen.
He knows about your struggles,
He knows about your pain,
Your hardships and your sorrows,
And He will help you to reign.
So don't give up and don't give in,
Don't quit before it's time.
God's grace will give you power
To make it to the finish line,
In His way and time!

Thank you, Janet.  Couldn't say it better myself.

Hugs.

Sigh....

I gained a pound and a half.

This is life, I tell myself.  Not the end of the world.

But, it is frustrating.  I wasn't THAT bad (she said sheepishly.)  I ate a cookie.  I relaxed a bit at Sunday lunch.  There are supposed to be weekly points, people!  Sometimes I think when I just look at my weekly points balance, I gain weight.

It probably has something to do with having messed up my metabolism with a lifetime of yo-yo dieting.  Or maybe it's because, having been sick for so long, I am not exercising at all.  Or maybe it's because I haven't gotten a full night's sleep in a few days.  I ate something salty.  Maybe there's a full moon. 

While I am momentarily discouraged, I'm not going to do something silly like giving up or eating too much.  All I can do -- all I know how to do -- is get up tomorrow and write down everything I eat again and stay within that points balance like I'm supposed to.  Another day.  Another chance.  My mantra for the day:  Life, not the end of the world.

Hugs.

Hungry

I woke up at 4:30 this morning with my stomach growling.

Since I normally don't eat breakfast until about 8:00 a.m., this was a little discouraging.  So I laid in bed, telling myself it was way too early to get out of bed, much less eat anything.

After about an hour, my husband got up and brewed some vanilla coffee.  It made me think of...pancakes!  There is something so comforting about the aroma of hot, traditional breakfast foods.  Maybe that's because breakfast happens at the beginning of the day, before much of anything has had a chance to go awry.  The day is still full of possibilities!  And hope!

All those years I was so hungry.  And I stuffed myself beyond full.  I knew there was something else going on, but I kept eating, trying to satisfy...something.  Some emptiness inside.  Desperation, even.  As I lay in bed this morning, I try to identify what I was really hungry for.  On the surface I see a longing for happiness, contentment.  Looking a little deeper I glimpse a hunger for meaning and purpose to my life.  And deeper still is that need we all have, to be truly loved and accepted.  Cherished, even.  Delicious food is a wonderful gift from God to meet our physical needs, but it is a poor substitute for satisfying those deeper hungers.  That's why I could never get enough, because eating filled only my stomach, not the void of longing in my soul.

I really am hungry!  I'm hungry for a different kind of life...a new way of thinking.   I'm hungry for breakfast...and the promise of a new day.

Hugs.



70.2! Woohoo!

This last ten pounds has been a LONG time coming, but it came!

As my dear friend Pam can tell you, tracking your food and writing down your points really works!  Pam has encouraged me so much by her recent discipline and success that it spurred me on to cut out those little "extra bites" I may have been taking here and there.  Thanks, my friend!

It's especially nice to be seeing results again.  If I weren't still recovering from the flu I'd be jumping up and down and maybe doing a line dance or two.  Today I will be satisfied with a virtual happy dance!

Hugs.

Just Thinking...

Something goofy is going on with Blogger and I can't upload any pictures right now.  I had a really great one, too!

So all that's left is to tell you I've been sick since Christmas Eve.  Thank God for my Bistro MD food, because I have been able to keep eating in a healthy way in spite of having absolutely no energy or will to do much of anything besides sit and sleep in the recliner.  I'm getting bored.  And I'm lonely.

But on the positive side, having all this time to sit and think has really given me an opportunity to, well, sit and think.  And I realized that I have turned a corner in this little journey of mine.  I feel like I'm a different person than I was when I started.  I no longer fear going back to where I was.  I can see myself getting to my weight loss goal, and I honestly don't care how long it takes.  It doesn't matter.  All that matters is just doing what I need to do today.  This minute.  Because I know that if I just keep on the path, I will get to where I want to be.

Peace.  That's what I feel.  It's amazing.  Can't wait to see where the path leads!

Hugs.

Mind Bender!

I'm reading a book written by this guy.

It's called The Gabriel Method.  He transformed his life (and his body) through changing his mind!  He taught himself to think about weight loss in a different way...to be hungry for healthy food...to WANT to exercise!

He did it by telling himself things like, "Weight loss is easy" and "I'm safe."  He reprogrammed his mind to want to be healthy and active!

I'm very excited to discover someone else who agrees that how we think and what we say to ourselves is vitally important!  "As a man thinketh, so he is." (Proverbs 23:7)

Add to that little nugget the fact that God is in control.  "Glory be to God, who can do much, much more than anything we can ask or imagine through his power working in us." (Ephesians 3:20)  A person might start to believe true transformation is possible!

I'm trying very hard here to not end every sentence with an exclamation point!!!  That's difficult when I'm sitting here feeling like a fountain bubbling over with joy!  Hope will do that to you.  It'll make you smile.  It might even make you laugh out loud!

Hugs!

Resolved.

It's that time again.

Time to make all kinds of promises to myself that I know I am not going to be able to keep.

Let's see:  go through the One Year Bible, track my food every day, exercise at least 30 minutes a day, keep the house clean, do my taxes before the end of January, be kinder and gentler.  As much as I want to do these things, I know there will be days I miss the mark. 

So this year, I decided to make a different kind of resolution:  I am RESOLVED to learn to like the things in my life that I am supposed to do anyway!

For example, I love having a clean house, but I don't love cleaning it.  If I could learn to at least like doing those little househouse chores that I find so annoying (and a clean cat box would make everybody happier) then wouldn't my life in general be more enjoyable?  And if I can't find a way to really like poop scooping then maybe, at least, I can scoop with my thoughts on the happy outcome of a temporarily fresh kitty box.

I want to learn to love how great I feel after a brisk morning walk.  And to focus on that feeling of satisfaction at the end of the day when I've stayed within my points limit.  I want to relish and look forward to twenty minutes each morning reading the Bible, which will put me in a good frame of mind for the whole day. 

There's such a tension between what we want to do and what we ought to do.  But if I want to do what I should, then life would be beautiful indeed.

Hugs.

2012: In Review

As of today, I have lost a total of 68 pounds.

In the last twelve months, I lost 28.4 pounds.  Not a lot...less than three pounds a month average.  But I am certainly happy that I'm nearly 30 pounds lighter than I was a year ago.

This year presented me with many challenges, including a very frustrating plateau, a trip to the ER and gallbladder surgery, and a couple of bouts of the flu (one of which I am currently experiencing!)  I have survived a family reunion, Thanksgiving and Christmas, several pot lucks, dancing at the Dr. Phil Show, and being told off.

I transitioned into "regular size" clothing for the first time in 28 years.

I'm less likely than I used to be to turn to food when I'm stressed.  (Sometimes I still feel the urge, but have learned that eating is not going to help.)  I have more energy, and am a little more physically active.  I'm starting to be okay with not cleaning my plate if I realize that I'm not hungry any more.  I'm more comfortable in social situations involving food, and am feeling less threatened by situations where I don't have control over what is being served.

I'm starting to see myself, if not as a thin person, at least as a "not obese" person. 

Probably the most important thing I've learned this year is the value of having supportive friends and family.  I truly believe that all of my past weight loss attempts have failed because I tried to do it on my own without any support.  So much of this effort has to do with love, acceptance and forgiveness!  While it is important to be able to give these gifts to ourselves, the power of giving these gifts to each other is off the charts!  I'm so very grateful to be the recipient of your love, acceptance and forgiveness, and I'm giving it right back to you.

Hugs.

Handicapped

Sometimes, I can be difficult.

I can be critical, judgmental and unpleasant to be around.  I don't like this side of myself, but there it is.  So many times I have wished people would understand that when I am less than my best self, it's because I'm battling old fears and hurts.

I bring this subject up in this-here-weight-loss blog because it's one of the reasons I have eaten too much over a vast portion of my life.  For many years I buried my hurts under a pile of some kind of fattening food, or drowned them in a pool of alcohol, or both!  Even though I look normal, I often feel handicapped, unable to deal with the normal pains and miseries that life sometimes brings to us all.

Then, it hit me.  Life brings pain and miseries to us all.  In a way, we are all handicapped.  I'm not the only one.  Everyone is dealing with something.  Realizing this helps me, hopefully, to be more understanding.  And hopefully, I can also remember this the next time I feel like being critical, judgemental or unpleasant. 

I have always known that in order to win the weight-loss battle, I needed to deal with the underlying issues of why I was eating too much.  This is definitely one of those issues.  Please don't think that by recognizing this I am sitting here feeling bad about myself!  On the contrary, I feel...relieved.  It's like a knot has unloosed from my innards that has been there most of my life.  I'm sure there will be other knots to untangle, but this feels like progress.

This is an imperfect world, and I tend to be a perfectionist.  I have been frustrated by the inevitable imperfections that I see every day.  I have tried to "fix" things, or have complained about the ones I couldn't fix, and/or have tried to eat my frustrations away.  And all this time, I've been missing the point entirely.  The point is, we are all doing the best we can, and we need to cut each other some slack.  That doesn't mean we shouldn't be accountable, but we need...I NEED...to be more understanding when things don't go the way we wish they would.

One reason I have been so "prickly" most of my life is that I have felt so alone and unacceptable.  But now, thanks to the wonderful friends God has brought into my life, I feel...how shall I put it?....more safe.  I like this feeling.  I love my friends.  I'm so grateful to have you all in my life (including my sister!)  Your love and acceptance is really helping me get through all this.  It's like, yeah, we're all handicapped in some way, but we're going to make it through.  Together. 

Hugs.



Yes and No

I have been saying "Yes" a lot lately.

Yes, I'll play the flute for that Vespers Service.  Yes, I'll sing with you at the neighborhood Christmas party.  Yes, I'll ring bells at church for you since you can't be there.  Yes, I'll go Christmas caroling with you.  Yes, I'll have a piece of carrot cake.  Yes, a little wine would be nice!

Now you know all about my weekend.  It was fun!  I'm exhausted!  Today will definitely be a day to say yes to rest and recovery.  But if someone calls and asks if I'll do one more "special" thing between now and Christmas, I'll probably say, "No." (With a smile, of course!)

Yes and No.  What my life looks like--and what I look like for that matter--depends on where I choose to say "Yes" and where I choose to say "No."  It's easy to feel like I'm saying "Yes" too much during the holidays.  There are so many....opportunities!  The sweet treats are everywhere!  The special occasions abound!  I don't want to miss any of the fun.  I guess the trick is to say yes to the things that really matter, and to not feel guilty about saying no to the others. 

In my old life, I said yes to every kind of food and no to all but the most essential activities (like walking to the kitchen--essential!)  Last year during the holidays I said "NO! NO! NO!" to most of the treats that were offered.  This year, I'm saying, "Yes, thank you," to what I hope are reasonable amounts of special treats.  I did say no to the Third Annual Cookie Exchange at my church.  I wanted to go and be with my friends, but I knew that being surrounded by all those delicious home baked cookies would be too much for me to handle.  (Good grief!  Just thinking about it I swear I can smell cookies right now!)  There's always next year.  Maybe that is something I will be able to say yes to later.

Matthew 5:37 begins with, "Let your 'yes' be 'yes' and your 'no' be 'no.' "  We need them both to get through this life!

Hugs.

Satisfaction

I just finished eating a most decadent breakfast.

It was crepes, filled with cream cheese, topped with a warm mixed berry sauce, and accompanied by two generous patties of turkey sausage.  It was delicious.

In WW speak, we're talking 10 points here.  That's more than a third of my daily allotment, and way more than I would ever eat for breakfast before my Bistro MD diet intervention!

So, to reassure myself, after I logged today's breakfast points I grabbed my other two meals for the day so I could go ahead and put them into my points-plus tracker, to make sure I wasn't going to go over.  There it was.  When both meals were added, I still had 4 points left for a snack or two during the day.  All that cream cheese and points left over. And, I'm having salmon for dinner tonight. Amazing.

So while I was enjoying this decadent breakfast, confident in the knowledge that my points-plus limits were safe for the day, I realized that eating this way is satisfying.  The way I was eating before the "intervention" was to consume as little as possible at each eating opportunity, because dieting is about deprivation, right?  As it turns out....WRONG.  I'm not going to find myself grazing in the kitchen in an hour, looking for a little something to snack on, because I'm satisfied.  I'm nourished.  I even feel like I had a treat.  If I find myself needing a little something later, I'll be happy with an apple and a few nuts.

The really exciting thing, to me, is that I am looking forward to a lifetime of satisfying, delicious and healthy eating!  There are many more berry crepes in my future!  This is directly opposite of how I have always viewed dieting and post-dieting eating in the past, which promised only a future of deprivation, misery and backsliding.  I now believe it truly is possible to enjoy wonderful foods and lose weight! 

It's like....a miracle!  And yet, the world hasn't changed.  The laws of physics haven't changed.  The change is happening in me!  I'm finally beginning to understand there is a healthy way to eat and live that I can live with.  That's pretty darn exciting!

Hugs.





Influence

And here it is:  another lesson from my devestating weekend!

Everything we do... everything we say... matters. We influence those around us, even when we don't realize that we are influencing them.  And how we live our lives (i.e., everything we do, everything we say) affects the people around us...for good or for ill.

So every time I crab about something or someone to a friend, I'm either discouraging them because I'm being so negative, or I'm encouraging them to be a crab too.  And every time I do or say something positive, I may be encouraging someone who needs a little more "positive" in their life. 

Even in trying to be positive, there's a danger that we might be criticised (the words "goody two shoes" come to mind.)  But I, for one, would rather err on the positive side than the negative.  Or, as a dear friend once told me, "Err on the side of grace."

I'm feeling much better today.  I know that I will continue to fail in many ways, but I also know that life goes on and we almost always have a chance to try again...to choose better next time.  I guess it's the same with my behavior as it is with my eating.  If I mess up, the solution is not to keep messing up, but to try again.  Oh, yeah, and allow for the fact that I am going to mess up.  Messing up is not the end of the world; it's a course correction.

Hugs.

Hidden Pain

I am in pain.

The source of the pain is difficult to share, and not really necessary.  Suffice to say I recently had my faults laid out for me in a very up close and personal way.

The pain comes from the fact that everything that was laid before me was absolutely true, and that through these faults I unintentionally hurt someone I care about.  Those of you who know me can probably name of few of my faults without much effort.  You know...those things about ourselves that we know are not good, but that we hope that people will overlook.

I take several lessons from this experience.  First, and least important, is that by some miracle I didn't turn to food for comfort in the wake of this pain.  That, at least, is encouraging.  Second, I am more aware of the fact that most of us are walking around in pain, and hiding it.  I am hoping this awareness will help me remember to measure my interactions with people...to be more understanding and thoughtful in how I think about them and what I say. 

One other lesson--and I'm sure more will surface--is that forgiveness is the key to moving forward.  Forgiveness has been offered and received, from both sides.  But today I realized that in order for me to move forward in a healthy and productive way, I also need to be able to forgive myself.  This, it turns out, is the hardest thing to do.  Right now I just want to shut down and shut up, so I don't accidentally hurt anybody else.  But somewhere in there is a balance...a balance between doing nothing and getting out there anyway, taking the risk that I am going to totally blow it.  Even writing this blog is a risk.  It is presumptive that my thoughts are worth reading or thinking about.  I have to believe that shutting down is just as destructive as eating too much or lashing out in revenge.  So my toe is in the water.  But I have to tell you, the water is cold.

Hugs. 

And the dance goes on...

I guess I really did feel like dancing!

Yesterday I went to Los Angeles with some of my good friends to see a taping of the Dr. Phil show.  During the pre-show audience warm-up, they offered a Dr. Phil Mug to anyone brave enough to go down to the stage and dance....

and I did it!

It was SOOOOOO much fun!  Afterwards, I felt a little mortified.  I wondered what had come over me.  It's not like a needed another mug (although for some reason the promise of getting one was oddly motivating.) 

But I guess I did need to dance.  To celebrate life!  To sieze the moment!  To live the experience!  I needed, for once in my life, to say, "To heck with what anyone might think!" and just enjoy myself. 

Later, a very lovely woman who was in the audience with us told me she wouldn't have done that if they had offered her TWENTY mugs.  But it wasn't about the mug.  It was about breaking free from past fears that I used to avoid by consuming mountains of mashed potatoes and gravy and little powdered sugar donuts.

I used to believe that I had to "get perfect" before I could participate in life.  I dont' feel that way any more.  For one thing, none of us is perfect, or ever will be.  If that's the goal, then that's what we think about.  We're always apologizing to each other because our hair wilted or we have a stain on our shirt.  When we do that, we're focusing on ourselves instead of experiencing what life is offering us during that moment.  No wonder we we spend so much time feeling like life is passing us by.

Honestly, I think that all of us want to dance!  I recommend it highly.

Hugs.

   

I feel like dancing!

It looks like I am finally losing again!

After a long walk in the dieting desert, those numbers are going down again.  Not a lot, but today I'm at least a pound and a half lower than last week.

The diet intervention is working!  I'm loving the Bistro MD food (for the most part).  Especially nice are the convenience and time savings, which is one of the reasons I chose to do it during this busy season.  Because of other things going on in my life today and tomorrow, I'll be eating "regular" food, and I'm actually wishing I could have the Bistro food.  I like it, and surprisingly, it's even saving me money!

Another reason to be happy today:  it's Weight Watcher's Day!  I love Tuesdays, because I get to go to WW and see all my good friends there.  It truly is the high point of my week.  Who would have thought?  I didn't even want to go to those meetings!  It's hard to believe I've been going to them for almost a year and half.  What a joy!

All this gives me HOPE.  Life change IS POSSIBLE!  Happy Happy Joy Joy!

Hugs.



Change - Again.

I had an "aha" moment today.

Weight loss isn't something you do.  It's something that happens when you change the way you live.

This, I believe, is why diets don't work.  A diet is something you do.  It has an end.  You reach your goal and you're finished.  You go back to what you used to do.

But changing your life--that's hard!  How do I truly find a new path, one that leads to fitness and a normal weight body? 

The only way I know how to change my life is to change my mind.  The problem is, the mind I have is the one I have trained over fifty-plus years to go coo-coo for cocoa puffs (metaphysically speaking.)  I am encouraged, however, that I'm less anxious about food and eating than I was this time last year.  That indicates that I'm changing, right?

I know that I keep revisiting this subject.  Change.  Resistance to change.  Looking for a new equilibrium.  I think it's wrapped up in my last "aha" moment about all the things in life we have to do over and over again.  Changing is just another one of those things you keep doing every day.  And then every once in a while you notice you've lost another pound.  At least, I hope that is how it works.

Hugs.

Never Ending

I absolutely love the change of seasons!

I especially love Fall and the beautiful leaves we get to see at this time of year.  Except when they are on my driveway.

So this morning I decided to do some physical activity by sweeping the leaves off my driveway.  My favorite way to do "exercise" is to do something that actually accomplishes a task.  Like walking to the mailbox (which in my neighborhood is a pretty good hike.)  Or, sweeping leaves!

So there I was.  Enjoying the crisp, cool, morning air.  Sweeping.  Greeting passing neighbors with a cheerful, "Hello!"  I had just gotten half the driveway cleared off, when the crisp, cool, morning air turned into a crisp, cool, morning breeze.  In three seconds, the driveway was covered again.

Isn't this just the way life is?  You think you've accomplished something and WHOOOSH!  A crisp, cool, morning breeze blows through your life and messes everything up.  There is just an every-dayness about life that we can't get around.  That's why I can never get the laundry done.  And just as soon as I get one project finished, there seem to be twenty more waiting in the wings for me to tackle.

I think this is a concept that I have always fought.  I have resented that I could never "arrive". I am always trying to get things DONE.  I have resented that I couldn't just wake up in the morning and be magically thin.  But today, something about that WHOOSH across the driveway made me smile.  Maybe the secret to enjoying life is simply in the living of it...every day.  Doing things over and over again. That includes eating right, exercising, cleaning the house, doing laundry...over and over again.  Day in and day out.  If I can find a way to do that with a smile, I think I'll be ahead of the game.

Hugs.

(Rest in Peace, Zig Ziglar, who passed away this morning.)

Feeling Strong Now

One of my biggest struggles in the past year and half in my weight loss journey has been being HUNGRY. 

Hunger is a fierce motivator.  It motivates you to EAT!  After eating my Bistro MD food for the past week, I'm here to tell you I have not been hungry in that "feed me right now or I'm gonna hurt somebody" kind of way.  The hunger I have experienced over these days has been more like, "Oh.  I'm feeling a little empty.  Maybe I should grab a yogurt."

I'm feeling strong.  I'm...satisfied.  I must come to the conclusion that eating this way is giving my body the nutrition it needs.  I think ... maybe ... I've been spending too many of my WW points on empty foods--foods that don't nourish my body.  Maybe that's why I've been so hungry and why I haven't lost weight for a while.

The Bistro MD food is pretty good and I'm enjoying the convenience.  I am really enjoying feeling hopeful to see the weight loss begin again!  Even with enjoying myself (reasonably) on Thanksgiving, it looks like I've lost a pound a half this week.  Of course, this is weight that I had previously gained, but at least I'm going in the right direction now.

Here's to good nutrition!  It really works! (duh)

Hugs. ;-)