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Sing it With Me

A friend gave me a head of organic red kale.  I decided to make kale chips last night.  Very easy to do, surprisingly tasty, and actually good for me.  Kale is a superfood that’s big on fiber, vitamins and minerals, and powerful antioxidants.  Once you cut the curly, leafy part from the rib and cut or tear it into bite sized pieces, all you do is toss it in a little olive oil and sea salt and back it at a 275 degree oven for 20 minutes, turning the kale over half way.  Yum!

I don’t usually wax rhapsodic about veggie chips, but for some reason, the treat inspired me to write a song parody.  So, please rehearse the melody and chorus for Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville and sing with me.  (I live in the Keys.  That’s close enough to being Margaritaville in this country.  Here goes:

 

Nibbling on kale chips

Won’t add to my hips

Leafy green goodness in sea salt and oil

On my porch rocker

With my two cockers

Thinking of pounds lost and feelin’ quite royal.

Weighting away again in Margaritaville

Happy that I’m losing more of my fat

I scarcely hoped that I could lose it again

Now I know that I can and that’s that!

Zumba gets crazy

Not for the lazy

Sweating profusely, the heart rate is up!

After salsa or rhumba

I’m ready to slumba

First I’ll slurp water by cup after cup!

Cause I’m . . .

Weighting away again in Margaritaville

Happy that I’m losing more of my fat

I scarcely hoped that I could lose it again

Now I know that I can and that’s that!

Eating small servings

Results, I’m deserving

If banked as dollars, I’d triple my wealth!

I’m into good protein

It’s helping me get lean

All of the progress increases my health!

Cause I’m . . .

Weighting away again in Margaritaville

Happy that I’m losing more of my fat

I scarcely hoped that I could lose it again

Now I know that I can and that’s that!

Thanks for playing.  You can thank me for the earworm later.  😉

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Reward System

I still haven’t decided what nice thing I’m going to do for myself as reward and recognition for my 100 pound/six month milestone.   I’ve been considering the matter on and off all day.  You all had some good suggestions, but some of them I already do pretty regularly.  I get a manicure every two weeks, a pedicure every month, and facials several times a year.  That’s not to say that I can’t retreat myself with more spa services and that option is definitely under consideration.

I’ve also bought fresh flowers every couple of weeks.  I love them and they make me happy.  Right now I have the last two blooms from some truly glorious stargazer lillies open in front of me, perfuming the air.

The nail treatments and facials are rewarding, but I also consider them essential treatments.  Seriously.  When you live in a hot climate and wear sandals 355 days of the year, it’s really important to keep your feet in good shape and also looking nice.  Right?  As for the facials, well, I have pretty good skin and since I’m soon going to transition from my early 50s to my upper 50s, I’d like to keep it in good condition for as long as possible.  😉

So, I’m pondering other reward options.

This is a somewhat unfamiliar experience for me because, not surprisingly, I have a long history of rewarding myself with food.   A memory flashed into my head earlier today of the last time I lost 100 pounds when I was on a medically supervised diet.  For pretty much a full year, I lived on 9 ounces of protein — mostly chicken and turkey — and a cup of salad a day.   I think I eat more spread out over a day now, even with my tiny stomach, than I did on that highly restrictive plan.  I do not know how I managed to sustain that effort for as long as I did!  Anyway, I had to go to the weight loss center three times a week for weighing and monitoring.  Today I remembered that after the successful Friday weigh-in, I would reward myself with a bagel!

On past diets, I’d pick certain success points and when I reached them, I’d celebrate by allowing myself a cheat.  They were often huge cheats — like a milkshake or an ice cream sundae.  Usually some super high calorie, super rich food.  Afterward, if I was lucky, I’d get back on the diet wagon.  Often, I’d just bomb out completely and eventually put the weight back on.  In the end what was intended to be a reward ended up leading to self-sabotage.

It’s past time to improve my mindset and find different, effective rewards.

I suppose the argument could be made that sticking to my healthy lifestyle of eating should be a reward in and of itself.  It is.  Living well is a terrific reward, and so are all of the wonderful changes I’ve experienced.  However, I don’t see anything wrong with truly celebrating a big milestone.  It’s not like I’m looking for the grand gesture every five pounds.

I don’t need to justify positively reinforcing myself.  I just want to do it in a way that doesn’t involve eating off of my plan.  Instead, I’m leaning toward a little splurge — like some new earrings perhaps.  Nothing wildly expensive, just a pair that I find pretty and will enjoy wearing.

As it happens, I need to visit my favorite local jeweler to pick up the chain they repaired for me.   Perhaps when I casually peruse their display cases, I’ll find the perfect reward.  Wish me luck!

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Six Months of Progress

Six months ago today I had weight loss surgery — my Vertical Sleeve Gastrectomy.  I’ve lost 100 pounds and can hardly believe the vast and wonderful changes in my life.

The journey to wellness really started a year ago when I made the decision to investigate having surgery.  That led to me researching different types of procedures, then going to the free seminar at the surgeon’s office, having my first consult with the doctor and allllll the different evaluations, tests and consults.  It was quite a process before the day of the actual operation arrived.

When I talk about wonderful changes, I’m not exaggerating and these are in addition to the actual weight loss, although that alone is amazing.  100 pounds in six months.  Holy wow!  (I’m sorry.  I didn’t get a picture taken yet, but I will.  I promise to post one soon.)  There has been so much progress in other aspects of my life, too.  Let me share some comparisons.

This time last year, slow walking was a challenge that made my body ache and had me short of breath in relatively few steps.  Today I do some sort of cardio-aerobic exercise three-four days a week and also take a Tai Chi class twice a week.  I did Zumba again tonight — 60 minutes at high, calorie-burning intensity.

Walking up stairs took major effort.  I couldn’t ascend normally with one foot on one step, then the next foot on the step above that one and so on.  I had to put a foot on the step and then bring the other one up to the same step.  I also had to physically help pull myself up with a hand on the railing.  Now I pull less and boost with my legs more.  Great improvement!

I have loads more energy.  With energy and greater physical ease comes the willingness to do more things when I would previously have talked myself into being lazy.

Prior to surgery, I regularly over ate.  I could easily eat a full meal and 90 minutes later eat half a pint or more of rich ice cream.   These days I consume a few ounces of food at a time.

As far as the kinds of meals I ate, I didn’t concern myself so much with good nutrition.  Fried foods, heavy duty carbs, lots of sugar, rich foods.  Now I focus on protein first.  I think more about incorporating veggies before carbs because there isn’t much room in my stomach.  I don’t remember the last time I ate from a McDs or BK or comparable fast food place.  If I have candy or baked goods, they’re the rare treat in small portions instead of plowing through M&Ms by the handful.  I enjoy selecting, preparing and then eating quality food.

I’m down three to four sizes in my clothes, depending on the style.

Instead of bemoaning and regretting all of the things I couldn’t do because of my size, I’m building a promise list of everything I want to do.  I’ve already accomplished some of them!

I sleep better at night and am a lot less tired during the day.

A year ago, I was beaten down and almost devoid of hope.  Now I’m pumped, excited and full of anticipation for a great future.

All this and more in only six months.  I’m happy and also incredibly grateful.  Many people dream of being able to change their lives.  Many die without having the opportunity.  That’s why I’m grateful every single day that I had the chance to change — and that I took it.  I’m really looking forward to the next six months and every day after.

I know the weight loss won’t be as rapid as it has been, but it will be steady and the improvements will continue.  There’s a lot of good to look forward to down the line.

I feel like I should do something nice for myself to mark this six month surgiversary.  I’m not sure what, but I’ll think of something!

Thank you, everyone, for accompanying me on this journey.  I appreciate it!

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Cautionary Tale, Sort Of

This morning I stopped to do an errand on my way to work.  Someone working in the store who hasn’t seen me since I lost a big chunk of weight was surprised.  So surprised, in fact, that she yelled out to me from 15 feet away.  “Is that Mary Stella??  How did you do it??”

Never mind that there were half a dozen other people in the store who all immediately turned around and stared at me.   I was so shocked and embarrassed by the outburst, that I had to scramble for a coherent reply.  I wish I’d thought up something like, “Pleading the 5th on the advice of counsel” or “Sorry.  A woman’s entitled to her secrets” or the old standby “I could tell you but then I’d have to shoot you”.  Ignoring that I was suddenly the object of peoples’ attention while they tried to figure out what the hell she meant, I managed to smile and tell her we’d chat when I made it up to the counter.  I didn’t make eye contact with anyone else and, thankfully, they returned to whatever they’d been doing.

I got to the woman and imagined everyone reacting like that old “When E.F. Hutton talks, people listen” ad campaign.  I didn’t whisper but used a normalish volume, smiled again and very matter of factly said, “I had weight loss surgery in January.”  This prompted her to tell me that so had she, and she’d lost a lot of weight at first, but then this happened and that happened and . . . and. . .

Her explanation didn’t really conclude but the gist was, I think, that she’d gone into apologetic/explanation mode because, well, somewhere along the journey she either stopped losing weight or she put a chunk of it back on.  I believe she tried to sort of explain it by saying that she hadn’t had the bypass, but something called the sleeve.

“Oh, that’s what I had,” I said, all chipper and happy.  Then I silently gave myself an internal head-smack.  If she’s feeling bad I certainly didn’t want to make her feel worse by shining my current success in her face.

We cruised into her actually taking care of the job I needed her to do to complete my errand.  I thanked her and went on my way with no more talk of surgeries or diets or anything.

It was such a freaking awkward encounter, but there were lessons to be learned by both of us.

1) If you haven’t seen someone in awhile and they’ve lost a lot of weight, or even if it’s someone you see all of the time, if you’re going to say anything to them, do it one-on-one and discreetly.  Do not shout it out in public in front of others.

2) No matter how embarrassing the situation, summon up a smile and ride it out.  You honestly do not have to offer any explanation to anyone else if you don’t want to.  At the very least, you can control the how and when of the telling.

3) Weight loss surgery is not a guarantee of long term success.  It is a tool.  I’ve known this all along, but today really brought it home to me.  I feel bad for the other woman, but am grateful for the reminder.

What a way to start the day!  Thankfully things improved from that point on!

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Making Ourselves Happy

I feel better today.  Thank you, friends, for your support.  I’ve never thought about exercise opening up emotions, other than releasing endorphins that are supposed to make us feel better.  That could be something to look at.

After some reflection I also think that all of the news coverage about that horrible event in Aurora, Colorado impacted my spirit.  My heart breaks for the people who are suffering either from being in that theater or because they lost someone they loved.

The bath last night helped.  Immersing myself, literally and figuratively, in something that relaxes and pleases me was a good strategy.

Today the weather is decidedly gloomy.  Gray skies with periodic rain and frequent thunder and lightning.  Blech.  I’d hoped for sunshine and a calm breeze so that I could take out the boat and then exercise in the pool.  Maybe it will clear up at some point in the day, but in the meantime, I’m making other plans.

I’m attacking another closet today and picking out clothes that I can still wear as well as those that might be worth altering to a smaller size.  The garments that don’t fit in one of those two categories will be donated or disposed of before the end of the day.  These closet purges provide tremendous positive reinforcement.   Positive reinforcement makes me smile.  After I take on the clothing/closet purge, if the weather’s still sucky I’ll pop in one of my exercise DVDs.

A couple of days ago someone asked me if I thought that optimism and pessimism are learned or if they’re part of our innate makeup.  I think it’s mostly a case of learned behavior and environment.  We absorb what we’re surrounded with as we grow up, although I’m sure it’s possible that we might have something in our genes that might influence us depending on what we’re exposed to as well.  However, I also believe that when we reach a certain level of maturity, we can influence ourselves and change how we react and how we approach life.

After answering the question, I wanted to know why she’d asked me.  “You seem to be a pretty positive person,” she responded.

I like to think that’s true.  I know I believe that the way that we choose to be — positive or negative — attracts more of the same.  I’d rather be upbeat and positive and, hopefully, create more of that energy in my life.  So today, instead of bitching and moaning about the bad weather, I’m going to do stuff that makes me happy.  Stuff that doesn’t involve overeating or eating inappropriately. Staying on my food plan makes me happy too.

Hope you all have a happy day!

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I spent a happy couple of hours clothes purging.  I reclaimed one nice summer-weight dress that’s in such good shape I might even alter it when it gets too big.  I removed almost two dozen casual tops.  Some are in good condition so I folded them into “donation” bags.  Others are faded enough or look a little shabby as are a couple of skirts and pants so I threw them out.

When I was finished I looked at what was left and realized that I had fewer than half a dozen casual tops to wear out if I go to dinner, the movies, or something else social after work — not to mention my vacation next month.

My weight is lower than it’s been in 15 or more years.  There aren’t any additional gems hanging around in my closet waiting for me to lose enough weight to wear them again.

Yikes!  As much as I don’t want to spend a lot of money on new clothes, I really need to invest a little to get me through.

Luckily for me, one of my favorite stores is having a sale on their website.  I found four pretty new garments and three of them were 50% off!  These will tide me over.

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Missing Food

Not sure if it’s boredom, hormones or some other reason, but I’m having a blah, blues sort of day. It started out fine with a three hour Tai Chi class.  I learned a lot and made some improvements in my form, etc.  The breaks we took involved easy camaraderie and great stories.

I came home and opted for a lazy, relaxing day, reading a good book by one of my favorite authors.  I can’t pinpoint when or why, but at some point that relaxing day turned into one of discontent.  Although I continued to read, I was just plain grumpy as the hours passed.

Finally it was time for dinner so I took the ribeye steak I’d bought out of the fridge to warm.  I still enjoy cooking and really wanted the meal to taste good.  I used a rub that had some mild peppers in it for a subtle heat, then to build some contrasting flavors I sprinkled the barest amount of brown sugar on the meat before cooking it on my new grill pan.  (It’s pretty windy out and that keeps my outdoor grill from heating properly.)

The new grill pan is fabulous.  It seared the steak with lovely grill marks and my mouth watered when the meat was done.  I cut off the appropriate small portion and savored the flavor and juicy tenderness.

When I was finished my stomach was just shy of full, but mentally I wanted more.  The mind is powerful and I was tempted.  However, I knew that if I ate any more I’d only have to throw it up.   Talk about spoiling the meal.

So, instead of satisfying the mental craving and further tantalizing my taste buds, I reasonably acted and didn’t overeat.  I’ve been pissy about it all evening.

Thankfully I don’t often experience this resentment.  I probably won’t even experience it again tomorrow.  I can handle it for tonight.  In fact, I think I’ll go soak in the bathtub before bed.  I’ll use the lavender bath salts so the water feels particularly silky against my skin and I can enjoy the lovely scent.    Concentrating on other senses will distract me from missing food.

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High Cost of Overeating

I went supermarket shopping after my hair appointment this evening.  Lobster mini-season opens next week in the Keys.  Vacation rentals are booked up and the hordes begin arriving tomorrow.  That means that on Saturday, the supermarket is going to be mobbed.  No sane local resident shops on one of these Saturdays if we can possibly avoid it.  Tonight as I pushed my cart through the produce area and then up and down the aisles, I started to think about how much food every every week just to feed myself.  This led me to do some arithmetic in my head.  I estimated what I used to spend each week at the store, then added an additional $25 for the frequent lunches I bought at work several days.  A rough guess at miscellaneous food purchases when I wanted that fast food breakfast sandwich or some rich pastry from the overprized coffee shop, a hit of candy here, pint of premium ice cream there, hold the three, carry the one and . . .  My weekly food bills were definitely high.

I honestly think that I’m saving a minimum of $50 a week.  Holy wow.  That’s a lot of money!  $200 a month times six months equals $1200.  If I keep going at this rate, then figure savings of $2400 in a year.

Now I’m musing on all of the fun, rewarding things I can do with that money.  Take a great trip.  Put it toward payments on a new car.  Buy a new wardrobe.  Endless possibilities, people.  Endless!

The flip side of all of the happy thoughts is the tough realization of how much food I used to buy with that $50 a week.  Stuff I didn’t need.  Junk loaded with sugar or fat or carbs or sugar and carbs, fat and sugar — or all three.   Considering that I was making myself sick with that food in terms of high cholesterol, Type II diabetes, hypertension and so on, I was paying a price literally and figuratively.

In more ways than one, I’m glad to be done with the high cost of overeating.

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Eating with our Eyes

I’ve heard it said that we eat with our eyes before we taste the food on our plates.

I saw a commercial on television earlier tonight where they excitedly touted something called a Baconator from a fast food restaurant.   Maybe it was the zoomed in angle of the camera but it looked like two huge, glistening cheeseburger patties with sizeable slices of crisp bacon on thick rolls.  At first glance, I thought, “God that looks delicious!”  A split second later,  my stomach clenched and  I made a face at the sheer ginormousness of the overall sandwich.

This is a strange reaction to experience, given my earlier “the more the better” approach to food.   I never dreamed that one day I would gaze at something that I would ordinarily love and immediately salivate over and instead consider it unappetizing because of the big portion size.

Overall, this is a far healthier reaction and one that I plan to cultivate.  Less is best for me now.  I’m not saying that I wouldn’t jump at the chance to savor the Baconator — crisp bacon, melted cheese and juicy beef?  Come on! —  but it would have to be greatly downsized.  Even a Baconator Junior would be too much.  Maybe a Baconator the III would be small enough for me to enjoy without my stomach becoming so full that I had to throw up.  That’s pretty much a buzz kill.

Ever hear someone claim that they’re on a seafood diet – – they see food and eat it?  I’m really excited that my food point of view is changing in such a good, positive way.   Slowly I’m training myself to assess an appropriate amount of food instead of choosing too much.   In the grip of my disease there was never enough.  Now I’m learning that I can eat just enough and be happy.

 

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It’s Only Food

I used to always feel like everyone around me constantly watched me and what I ate.  Even if they didn’t say anything, I was positive that they were assessing the portion size and selection and silently passing judgment.   It didn’t matter if I ordered a “normal” entree in a restaurant or served myself a perfectly acceptable moderate portion, I was sure that other people were always thinking that I should be eating far less or something different.

I’m sure that not everyone around me engaged in this behavior, but I know that some at least did.  Just one example was a little something that happened decades ago.  A family member offered me a piece of homemade pie at the end of a nice meal.  I accepted, asking for a smaller slice than the wedges she cut for everyone else at the table.  She served me, but before I ate any I got up to get a cup of tea from the kitchen.  While I was in the other room I heard her say, “I can’t believe Mary’s going to eat that pie!”

It sucked to have so much attention focused on what I ate.  Even now the idea of it frequently makes me extremely uncomfortable.  Now, however, I know that people aren’t judging a large volume of food on my plate because large volume no longer exists in my life.  Still, I can’t help wondering if those who know I’ve had weight loss surgery check out what I choose to eat.

Maybe they are.  Maybe they aren’t.   If they are, it’s probably more out of curiosity than negative judgment.  I’m sure people want to know what constitutes a “normal” portion for me now.  Obviously, I have no control over what other people think or do, but I need to work on my internal reactions.

When I was a kid, I learned to sneak eat when nobody was watching and to hide food, like bags of candy, in my room.  Deceptive eating is not healthy.  It’s a behavior that is fueled by negativity and that in turn feeds the negativity and makes it stronger.   It makes me resentful.  Somewhere along the line I absorbed the judgment that said some foods are “bad” and others are “good”.   Yes, some food choices are healthier than others and I honestly want to cultivate healthier eating habits in the kinds of food I eat as well as the portion size.

That doesn’t mean that I need to live the rest of my life without tasting chocolate cheesecake or fried onion rings.   However, I accept and am willing to eat them sparingly.  I need to make this okay within myself.  It’s bad enough if I feel other people judge my food.  When I do so, it’s even worse.

So,  I’m working toward being absolutely okay with my food choices in social situations as well as private.  I need to learn to shut down the thought that everyone around me is watching my food and adopt an attitude that if they are, that’s their problem.  Carry on, folks.  Nothing to see here.  I need to give myself the emotional and physical freedom to support my own food choices.  It’s only food after all.

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Battling My Brain

Although I’ve been on a great streak for the last six months, I still battle old habits, patterns and thought processes.  These struggles happen to some degree almost every day.  There are days when I want to retreat into old eating behaviors virtually all day long.  Granted, I really can’t binge, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to deep six the more protein/low carb/low fat/ low sugar meal choices and eat greasy fried foods and a pint of ice cream.

This is particularly scary because if I took my time over several hours, I could eventually consume a pint of ice cream.

I’m making great progress on my plan to increase my exercise.  However, while I want to exercise on some level, the part of me that grew accustomed to sloth and laziness as an super obese person would also be perfectly content to curl up in the recliner with a book and do nothing.

I have internal conversations with myself all of the time.   This happened a lot today.

Ever since successfully doing a regular Zumba class on Saturday, I said I would go to another class today.  I was looking forward to it, really!   Earlier in the afternoon, I was out with teammates on a manatee release.   When we finally got back to work we needed to isolate some of the video clips and send them to the news bureau.  I needed to select the best photos from those I’d taken and get them approved so I could help spread the news.  On a normal day I would have left work around 4:30, which would give me plenty of time to get home to let out my dogs and feed them, change into workout clothes, and arrive at Zumba in time for the 5:30 class.  Instead, I didn’t get out of work until close to 5:00 so I was rushed.

On the entire drive home I debated and made excuses in my head.  I’d never make it in time.  I’d been on my feet and rushing around a lot already.  I could swim in the pool instead.  I didn’t want to arrive late for the class, etc. etc. etc.  I pretty much talked myself into going home and staying in for the rest of the evening.   Luckily, I recognized this as a past habit of finding perfectly good excuses and rationalizations for not exercising.

I passed the Zumba place and timed how long it took me to get from there to my house.  The clock told me that I could accomplish what I needed to do and still get to class on time.  That’s exactly what I did.   When the class finished an hour later I was proud of myself.  Not only had I successfully done Zumba again, but I’d confronted an old behavior pattern and triumphed.

That set me up for the evening’s second challenge.  I’d worked out with every bit of effort and energy I could muster.  Believe me, I don’t coast in these classes!  Didn’t this mean that I deserved a reward?  Something like a bag of M&Ms or a rich, gooey Milky Way bar?

I absolutely believe it’s important to reward myself for following my food plan and exercising.  However, it’s equally important to find rewards that don’t negate the positive efforts I’ve put forth.  Again I almost had myself convnced was really craving a chocolate bar on the way home.  I made a deal with myself.  I needed to first get some protein into my body for dinner.  I decided that if I still truly wanted some chocolate for dessert I would run down to the store on the corner.

By the time I got home five minutes later and heated up a small hamburger patty, my appetite for food had diminished.  I took my time because I really needed the protein to meet my nutritional goals for the day.   I resisted the urge to break off most of the meat and share it with my dogs.  Eating slowly, I finished the patty and a small serving of vegetables.  I had no desire for anything else at that point.

A couple of hours later, I felt a twinge of “want chocolate” return.   However, I didn’t want it enough to change out of my sleepwear and go to the store.  Instead, I grabbed my jar of PB2 with Premium Chocolate — a product of dehydrated peanut powder and cocoa — and mixed up a couple of tablespoons with water for a snack.

As a comparison — 39 grams of peanut M&Ms have 200 calories, over 90 of which are fat calories.   They also have about 24 grams of carbs, over 19 grams of sugar and less than 4 grams of protein.

A two tablespoon serving of PB2 with chocolate has 45 calories, 10 of which are from fat.  There are 6 grams of carbs, 3 grams of sugar and 4 grams of protein.  It’s a great, still yummy, alternative.

If I wanted to keep score for the day, I’d give myself two marks and my brain’s old behavior patterns a big zero!  I’m pretty pleased with the results today and will do my best to build on them tomorrow and the next day, and every day after.

This doesn’t mean that, as God as my witness, I’ll never eat M&Ms again.  When I do, however, I want the treat to be a positive, conscious choice.  I don’t want to indulge because I fell back into an old pattern.  So whenever necessary, I’ll continue to battle my own brain.

 

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