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Word of the Day – Schlumpy

My word of the day is schlumpy.  Not sure it’s really a word but it describes how I feel today, physically and emotionally.  I thought I’d gotten my body and systems moving in the right direction.  I thought I’d fought past the stall.  I was wrong on all counts.

I’ve know for a while that I needed to step up my cardio exercise.  It’s still too chilly to use my pool for at-home water exercising and the local classes are held too late in the morning for me to go, work out and then shower and change to get to work at a reasonable hour.  I thought I was doing better with my walking but I guess I haven’t been pushing myself enough.

Last night, determined to increase the cardio, I popped in a Dancing with the Stars cardio dance DVD.  Did okay through all of the warm ups and confidentally progressed to the cha cha.   Oh Good God, what was I thinking?  I flailed around trying to keep up with those graceful, totally fit dancers.  Even the eye candy motivation of Maksim Chmerkovsky wasn’t enough to help me continue.

Reasonably, I told myself that I’d never done the DVD before and, perhaps, should not have expected quite so much of myself first time out.  So, I switched to Walking Off the Pounds Express, an in-home walking DVD that I used to do on a regular basis.  The leader is relentlessly perky and after a few dozen times hearing the same routine over and over and over gets tiresome, but it’s a convenient, easy way to get in 15 to 30 minutes of exercise at home.

Crap on a half shell, I am really out of shape.  I knew I’d grown progressively sedentary over the last year or so as my weight steadily increased, but I expected more out of myself!  I could barely get through stage one!  What a complete bummer.  I turned off the DVD and sulked.  Then I called a good friend and told her I just needed her to listen to me whine without offering any suggestions of rationale.  Sometimes we need to whine and get it out of our systems, right?

Once I’d dumped it all out in words I could look at it rationally.  1) Yes, I am terribly out of shape.  Even though I’ve recently lost 50 pounds, I’m still obese.  2) I’ve lost 50 freaking pounds!  I know just in walking from my car to work or to the store or anywhere that I’m already moving with greater ease.  3) I may be out of shape today but if I stick with it, one day at a time I will improve.  Even the paltry amount that I was able to accomplish last night advances me on the path to better fitness.  So does the Tai Chi.

I felt better about it all when I went to bed.  I’m commited to doing that walking DVD five days a week.  I might do it more often, but the five days comprise my rock bottom commitment.

I woke up, ready to take on the day and realized that all systems were not go and when I got on the scale, the number was the same as it has been all week.  Not an ounce less.   Maximum suckitude!  Damn this stall!

In trying to bring a better attitude to the battle, I know that this stall shall one day pass and the numbers will go down.  In the past, this would have been enough to send me off of a diet to do a 1 1/2 twisting somersault in the pike position into a vat of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream.  Today I sat down and thought about it rationally.  I decided that I’d be kind to my body.  If it still needs time to adjust to food, I’ll give it easy food.  So I started with a 1 1/2 shot protein shake for breakfast.  I have a cheese stick for a snack, a container of Greek yogurt for lunch, and some unsweetened apple sauce for an afternoon snack.  Tonight I have some barley soup to eat for dinner.  With the exception of the cheese stick, everything is more liquid or really soft and slide-y.  This will make my stomach and, hopefully, my digestive system happy.  I’ll also make sure to step up my fluids.  I think I’ve coasted a couple of days and not gotten in the whole 64 ounches minimum that I’m supposed to drink.

So, there’s the plan.  Hopefully in a day or two I’ll move past schlumpy and back to feeling great and seeing results!

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Non-Scale Victories – aka NSVs

Prior to starting my weight loss surgery journey, I’d never heard the acronym NSVs.  Now I see people post about them all of the time on the forum I frequent.  Non-Scale Victories are an important part of anyone’s weight loss efforts.  I know for myself I get too wrapped up in that number that shines back at me from my scale and I tend to hang all my success on how far and how quickly the number goes down.

It isn’t healthy for me to fixate on a scale number.  Take my recent stall.  I think I’m coming out of it, but the number is still moving much more slowly than I’d like.  I got used to losing a pound, sometimes more, a day in those first couple of weeks.  Now watching my weight hover at the same number for a few days or only budget a few ounces in a day builds my frustration level and tests my patience.  So I really need to see, appreciate and revel in the progress I make that isn’t tied directly to my weight in pounds.

It isn’t as easy as I expected.  Even though I’m experiencing lots of great things, I’m inclined to attribute them to the scale victory.  This means that I need to readjust my thinking yet again.  Lots of that going on!  For now, if I see progress and/or improvement in any facet of my being — physical, mental or emotional — that happens separately from the time I physically stand on the scale and look at a lower number, I’m counting it as an NSV.

I can walk more easily for greater distances without pain and without gasping for air.  NSV!

My clothes fit better and some are already too loose.  NSV!

Yesterday, I received a catalogue from a company that sells products made specifically for overweight people.  Products like seat belt extensions for people to use on airplanes, bigger bicycle seats and sturdier bikes, belts and suspenders, personal hygiene aids to help one make sure all parts of the body are truly clean, beach chairs and step stools that can handle more than 300 pounds without collapsing and many, many others.  Normally, I would flip through the catalogue to see if they had something I needed.  Yesterday I took it right from the mailbox to the recycling bin.  I won’t need anything they sell ever again.  BIG NSV!

Adopting the practice of acknowledging and celebrating improvements at NSVs enhances my increasingly positive attitude about the great changes in my life.  I know that even when there are slower weight loss weeks, the NSVs will continue to power my motivation and fuel my progress.

Got an NSV you’ve spotted?  Please share!

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Mindful Eating

Yesterday a friend of mine posted the link to an article about mindful eating.  The article and the idea really struck a chord with me.  For most of my life I’ve eaten mindlessly and compulsively.  I grabbed things and stuffed them into my mouth without the sparest thought as to whether I was hungry.  I’m a picker, a grazer, a gorger.  As a compulsive overeater, I would eat and eat and eat to the point where I’m surprised that my stomach never burst.  The only thing I never did was eat to the point where I threw up.

Those days are over.  At least they are supposed to be.  However, I have come to understand, that I could still repeat the mindless behavior, just with vastly smaller amounts of food.   Now, post-surgery, it is also all too easy for me to fill my smaller stomach up very quickly.  Does anyone recall that gross scene in a Monty Python movie where the very heavy man eats and eats and eats and repeatedly vomits?  I don’t want to be that person, even on a much smaller scale.

I am retraining myself and am already successfully limiting myself to smaller portions.  I’m also doing much better about separating my daily nutrition/food requirements into small meals spaced about three hours apart.  These are the guidelines that I’ve been given and when I follow them they work great.  I’m able to consume what I need without overtaxing my stomach.

The problem is that I’m only mindful to a point.  I measure out my portions, sit down, and then don’t pay attention to the mechanics of eating.  The television is usually on if I’m home, or I scan the Internet while eating at work.  I lose focus and don’t stay aware of what my body communicates to me in the course of a meal.  I also still occasionally lapse into grabbing something compulsively just because it’s there.  Granted, I don’t take a lot, but the behavior itself is potentially damaging.

My goal for this week is to work on mindful eating.  I’ll check in with my body’s hunger level.  This is a little challenging because, without the production of the hunger hormone, I don’t always feel hungry, but I still need to eat because I require the nutrients.

I will pay attention not only to the portions I put on my plate for a meal, but I will also focus on every spoonful or forkful.  First I’ll remember to do half a forkful or spoonful at a time and savor the aroma, texture and flavor of the food.  I will put down my utensil in between bites and give myself time to chew and swallow.  I will not just mindlessly shovel in food while I watch television or engage in some other distraction.

I will also continue to log everything I eat in my food diary so that I accurately track the nutrition.  I must give my body what I need.

Like all of the changes in my life, this is a process.  I might not be perfect right away — imagine that!  🙂  I’m shooting for steady, successful progress.

There is a lot of info about mindful eating out there on the Internet.  I found the website for The Center for Mindful Eating.  (www.tcme.org)  Here’s a little bit of the Center’s explanation.

Mindful eating has the powerful potential to  transform people’s relationship to food and eating, to improve overall health,  body image, relationships and self-esteem. Mindful eating involves many components  such as:

  •  learning to make choices  in beginning or ending a meal based on awareness of hunger and satiety cues;
  • learning to identify  personal triggers for mindless eating, such as emotions, social pressures, or certain  foods;
  • valuing quality over quantity of what you’re eating;
  • appreciating the  sensual, as well as the nourishing, capacity of food;
  • feeling deep gratitude  that may come from appreciating and experiencing food

Transforming my relationship to food and eating.  That’s a powerful idea.  I think I’m on my way.

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More About the Promise List

Back on February 9th, I posted about my Promise List.  (You can see that post here.)  In the comments of my post yesterday at Reinventing Fabulous, someone asked if I’d mind sharing what things I’ve placed on my Promise List.  I don’t mind at all, but thought I might go a little more in depth in my explanation of why I’ve chosen to make a list and call it this.

For years I’ve seen books and television shows listing things you should do or places you should visit before you die. (Did you know that, according to a BBC Poll done earlier this decade, the number one thing that people in the U.K. want to do before they die is swim with dolphins?  Great choice!  I see people do it every day at the facility where I work.  People and dolphins have a great time.)  But I digress.

Someone put out a movie called The Bucket List.  I never saw it but I think the premise was that one guy found out he was dying and took off with another guy to do things he’d never done before he kicked the bucket.

For whatever reason, formulating a list that’s connected to my eventual demise makes my insides curdle.  It’s too much of a reminder that there is an actually deadline (literally) for checking off those items.   No extensions.  Ack the pressure!

All of my life there have been things that I wanted to do and places I wanted to see.  I think that’s natural.  I’ve been fortunate enough to have had many of those experiences — like swimming with dolphins and going to Europe.  I was thisclose to seeing Elvis Presley live in concert but he had a drug overdose the day before we got to Vegas and then died two years later.  Still, in the last fifteen years as my weight fluctuated, so did the number and variety of experiences.  There were some things that I would still go for — like last year’s cruise to Alaska — and others that I didn’t dare try.  I couldn’t fathom trying a scuba or sailing lesson or traveling to any place that might require me to fly on anything smaller than a full sized jet.  Even last year in Alaska, I was so heavy and out of shape that there were things I automatically banished from my head and deemed them non-doable.  It was just difficult for me to walk more than a few blocks.

For years, I told myself that someday I’d lose the weight and be able to do whatever I wanted.  For years I disappointed myself.  I can’t tell you how much I have grown to hate how my excessive weight limits my choices.

Soon after I began the journey to weight loss surgery, I experienced a terrific “aha’ moment.  I realized that, rather than “someday” being somewhat of an empty promise, it was now a reality, an eventuality.  There’s no more “maybe” to me losing weight.  It’s happening pretty much daily.  I absolutely am going to be able to do everything I’ve dreamed.

I refuse to tie those dreams to the bucket of death.  My future is bright and filled with promise — the promise of a happy, healthier life.  I have promised myself that I am going to explore all of the things that were trapped in that nebulous “someday” wishful thinking.  Hence, the Promise List.

Once I started making the list, I realized how happy I am to think of these things and make plans.  When a new item for the list comes to mind, I usually call one of my friends to share.  The whole process brightens my spirit, makes me smile, and imbues me with excitement and hope. I promised to share my current list.  Here it is, in no particular order:

Go to Hawaii — whale watch and snorkel while visiting; Speaking of snorkeling, I want to take my friends out on my boat and snorkel in the Keys, knowing I’ll be able to haul myself out of the water; Go ziplining, preferably in Hawaii or Costa Rica; Try paddleboarding; Buy an ocean kayak and kayak in the harbor behind my house whenever I want; Take a scuba lesson; Take a sailing lesson; Go to a fancy spa for a weekend; Go to Disney World, unafraid that I won’t fit in a ride’s seat; Go horseback riding (a favorite activity when I was much younger); Try Zumba; Get on a game show; Shop for clothes in a non-plus size department or store; Go on safari in Africa.

I might have to update the list in another six months because I’m positive there will be many additions and also some things that I can check off as done.   I can’t wait to get started.  Actually, I already have!

If anyone has a Promise List, please share it with us in comments.  I hope you experience each and every dream you’ve listed!

 

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Reinventing Fabulous and Tai Chi

First off, for anyone who didn’t wind up here from the Bettyverse or ReFab, I was invited to do a guest post today on ReinventingFabulous.com. I wrote about my decision to have weight loss surgery, why I did it, how things are going, and what I’m looking forward to.

A few weeks ago, I started going to a Tai Chi class twice a week.  Tai Chi is a “soft” martial art that is frequently described as meditation in motion.  It’s terrific for calming your mind, stretching, improving your balance, developing your internal energy and more.  If you’ve ever seen video or tv ads that show groups of people (often Asian), slowly moving their bodies in synchrony, that’s likely Tai Chi.  It looks easy, but in reality it’s a very complex martial art with many steps to each move and a lot to learn before things flow “effortlessly”.

It might be a “soft” martial art, but make no mistake — every move is designed for defense or attack.  An 80 year old Asian who has practiced Tai Chi for most of his/her life can put you on the ground in a second, all by using their highly developed internal energy.  Seriously.  They can kick your ass!

I first took up Tai Chi around 1995 and studied it diligently for about four years.  There are many different forms.  Back then I studied the Wu style long form with 108 moves.  It took a year of weekly classes to learn the entire form.  Our teacher always reminded us that we would then spend a lifetime perfecting our form and developing our abilities.

Sadly, I fell off of doing Tai Chi when I moved to Florida.  Even though I missed doing it, I never got my act in gear to take it up again, until recently.  The Taoist Tai Chi Society held an open house for beginners about half an hour from where I live.  I couldn’t go since I was only about a week post-op, but a friend took it up.  I asked her if she could find out whether it would be okay for me to join up after the fact and it turned out that the instructor was okay with me doing so.  I started going when the class was on its fourth lesson.

Although the form is different and there are some things I’m familiar with that they don’t focus as much attention on, many of the basics are the same.  The first night I went, the instructor reviewed the moves to the set that the class had learned so far, and I was able to catch up for the most part;  Since then, I’ve been able to review more and also learn the new moves along with the other students.  I enjoy learning this new-to-me form.  It’s a challenge, but a fun one.  The moves all of names — most of them connected to animals and nature.  Last week we learned the move called “Warding Off Monkeys”.  Today it was “Push Needle to Sea Bottom”.   So much more interesting than, “Bend Over, Touch Fingertips to Wrist of Other Hand”, don’t you think?

Class meets twice a week for an hour and we steadily move for at least 45 minutes of that hour.  Yes, our moves are slow, but we are stretching, shifting our weight, turning, and focusing throughout.  When the class is over, my body feels sooo good.  My mind feels even better.  If I had any stress in my mind or body at the beginning of class, it’s gone far, far away by the end.  When I first took up Tai Chi those many years ago, I learned to breath deeply into the lower dantian (known by many names, including tan tien) which is a center for energy in the body and also helps me root my body.  That deep breathing infuses my cells with healthy oxygen  and really helps me understand why this is known as meditation in motion.

As my weight climbed the scale to my heaviest points, my activity level significantly dropped.  A year ago, it started getting really difficult for me to walk any distance.  My knees, ankles and back hurt and I lost my breath with very little effort.  Rather than push through it, I grew ever more sedentary.  The 50 pounds I’ve lost has already made it easier for me to move.  I am absolutely delighted with this and with the fact that I can do all of the Tai Chi moves and keep up with them, moving for the entire length of class.  So, not only do I feel great physically and mentally, I am elated and energized emotionally.

I feel a bit like my excess pounds had me trapped or imprisoned and I’m now breaking free.   The feeling goes beyond Tai Chi to other parts of my life.  Rather than search out the shortest distance between two points, I now take parking spaces that are farther away from stores, and look for opportunities to walk a little more.  I tune into how much better my body feels to move without pain and stiffness.  I’m looking forward to even more improvement as time goes on and my poundage continues to decrease.

Whether I’m Carrying Tiger to the Mountain, or simply walking my dogs, each step is a gift and a promise for even better things to come.

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The Taoist Tai Chi Society is wide spread.  If you study with one branch, you are then welcome to visit with others when you travel away from your home area.  If you’re not very active but want to be, Tai Chi is a great way to start.  You can start at any age — young or old — and I can promise that you’ll see and feel improvements in your body.  For more information, check out www.taoist.org.

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The Dreaded Stall!

I was warned that I would drop a lot of weight very quickly and then hit a stall.  I spend a lot of time on a message board/forum with other “sleevers” and most of them experienced this stall at three weeks post-op.  My body opted to wait until this, the fifth week.  I only lost two pounds the entire week.  At least I can be happy because this puts me officially at the 50 pound mark!

That’s something to celebrate.  Heck, any loss is a loss and I honestly shouldn’t gripe or say “only two pounds”.  For most people losing two pounds a week means eight pounds a month and that’s significant.  I’ve become spoiled and want to lose at least five pounds, possibly even eight, every week.  That can and will happen many weeks, particularly in these early months.  It is not uncommon for bariatric surgery patients to drop 75 pounds in three months or well over 100 pounds in six months.

I want to be one of those people.  However, I also know that this fixation on the numbers can ultimately mess with my head.  I need to define my success in how carefully and honestly I follow my food plan every day.  Retraining myself in the food choices I make and the manner in which I consume my meals is the real challenge.  The weight has always been the negative or positive product of my choices.

When I choose poorly or binge, I gain.  When I choose according to my healthy plan and stay on track, I lose.  It’s pretty damn simple in the planning although, admittedly, sometimes the execution of same is much, much more difficult.

The stall won’t last forever.   It could be a few days or a couple of weeks.  The important thing is that I do not sacrifice my well being to the uncooperative scale.  My actions are more important than the scale numbers.  Eventually the weight will drop off as long as I continue to do what I am supposed to do!

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The Importance of Support

No, I’m not talking about good bras.  🙂   I mean the emotional and physical support from others that have helped me on this journey.

I am extremely fortunate and have received nothing but support from family, friends and co-workers since I first shared that I’d decided to have bariatric surgery.  My brother and sister-in-law immediately said they wanted to fly down and help me in the first days after my operation.  Another good friend made plans to spend 10 days with me after family went home.  My bosses were behind me all the way, telling me that they would support in whatever way I needed and they never once complained about the number of days off I had to take to run to doctor appointments.  My immediate boss had to cover numerous things for me while I was out, but nobody asked if there was any way I could come back to work earlier than planned.

I don’t know how many different conversations I had with friends about the journey leading up to surgery or how many chats we’ve had since.  Everybody is on my side and being active members of my team.

As you know, this hasn’t been the greatest week as my body and systems adjust to the change in diet and I learn more about balancing things.  It’s no secret at work that I’ve felt like crap.  Every day my boss has told me that if I need to, I can absolutely work from home if I’ll feel better.  Today I did just that for the afternoon.  I was able to come home, take some meds to help my system and finally began to see improvement.

It isn’t easy for me to accept help and even harder for me to ask for it.   I’ve lived alone for so long and by nature am self-reliant.  I don’t like needing assistance with things I’m used to doing for myself, but post-surgery there was no choice.  I was frequently tired.  I couldn’t lift or carry anything that weighed more than a gallon of milk.  I wasn’t permitted to drive until I was no longer taking any of the prescribed pain meds.  In those first few days, my brother and sister-in-law ran errands for me, including shopping.  My sister-in-law did my laundry.  Knowing I was limited to broths, she didn’t just buy boxed stock.  She brought home a chicken and veggies and slow cooked them so that the broth would be loaded with flavor after she removed the ingredients that I couldn’t ingest.   If I wanted something to drink, one of them brought it to me.   They accompanied me on my walks, knowing that I didn’t have my full strength.   My brother drove me to do some things before they left, including picking up my dogs from doggy camp.

My friend Marilyn was vigilant in her care and even went so far as to help me clean out the utility closet after we discovered that the dryer vent had come undone and spewed lint all over the place.  By help me I mean she did most of the work while I sat in a chair and wiped lint and dust off things.  She also dragged boxes of books out of my office so that I could sort them.  When it was time for my first post-op doctor’s visit, she drove us up and back to Miami — four hours round-trip.

Now that I’m five weeks post-op and have regained much of my strength and endurance, the emotional support continues to be important.  Friends and family check in with me on a regular basis to ask how I’m doing.  They cheer my progress with me and are understanding and sympathetic about the challenges.

It’s good to be so loved.  I appreciate every single one of them and know that I’m truly blessed.

I also know that not everyone who takes this journey enjoys this kind of unconditional support.  I feel for them and hope that they can find support elsewhere if they don’t receive it from their family and friends.   I also hope that, no matter what, they keep putting one foot in front of the other, marching toward success.   We make this decision and take this step for ourselves.  It’s our futures that are at stake, our health that must be improved and protected.

If nobody in my life had supported me when I started down this road, I still would have done the same thing.  I would have found a way to make it through on my own, but, God, I’m glad that I didn’t have to.

To all of you who have helped me on this endeavor — in person, at work, on the phone and here on the blog — thank you from the bottom of my heart.

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