“Diet” is not a 4-letter wordTime for another update on the weight-loss/fitness progress - I am down another 5 pounds. That may not sound like much, but in the fat/muscle trade-off, it is adding up to, or rather, subtracting, a lot of inches.
Unfortunately, as every female knows, when weight is lost, the first thing to go is the rack. Dammit. My girls was gettin' to be kind of impressive. Impressive, that is, from the perspective of someone that used to wear a nearly-B, even after 3 kids. There's always a trade-off though, I had a back bumper that put table lamps in mortal danger every time I walked through the room.
Now remember, kids ... I used to be a size 2. My waist was 24 inches. When I graduated from high school, I weighed 95 pounds. When I attended my 10 year reunion, I weighed 105. That was after 3 kids, too. (Speaking of reunions, my class's 25th is coming up. Even more incentive to lose this junk in the trunk!)
So what happened? I kept that trim figure until about 5 years ago. That was when I went from a physically active job to a desk job. About ten pounds crept on, and just never got around to doing anything about it. I wasn't dating, or even interested in doing so ... my son was very ill, and that was taking up all my attention. Then about three years ago, it really hit hard. I went through a huge nightmare of a battle with my Ex over my daughter and my right to be her mother. Big stress, lots of eating. Shortly after that resolved, I injured my back and what little activity I was still doing went to nothing. I moved slowly, and as little as possible. Then I quit smoking. Right after that, I got laid off from my job. For two months, I sat around, feeling sorry for myself, stressing out, my back was still killing me, my kids' issues were still needing attention ... and all I did was eat. I was hugely fat and I just did not care. Not at all.
It was really my back that finally got me motivated to do something. It got better, to a point, but I know that the extra weight was not doing me any good and neither was the lack of exercise and activity. I was tired of being in pain all the time. It still gives me trouble and I can move to a point of pain at any time, but it's not a constant stabbing pain anymore.
So here I am. Better than halfway to my first goal. The slacks I wear to work are hilariously too big now. I treated myself to a new pair of jeans three weeks ago when I hit the halfway mark ... they are already a little loose. I treated "the girls" to a couple of new outfits too, but that also a necessity due to their previous trappings falling apart. But I am not ready to go all out for a new wardrobe yet. I will get smaller! I will!
A big part of this plan involves taking control of my food intake. I do love all the things that are fattening ... ice cream, pizza, cookies, and I have never met a chocolate I didn't like. I cannot and will not restrict carbs ... I joke that this is because I am Italian and Irish, and a girl needs her pasta and potatoes. But it just does nothing for me. I tried it once before, and gained 5 pounds in 3 days. I was also bit cranky ... if I'd had enough energy, I would have bitch-slapped anyone that got close enough. Total carb elimination is also dangerous. It really messes with hormones, electrolytes and enzymes ... all the good stuff that keeps us keepin' on and our little bods in tune. When I get the fat content in my diet down to bare minimums is when the weight really starts dropping off. I am following no real regimen, just trying to keep the daily fat intake below 30-35 grams. With reasonable food choices, it's really rather easy, and I don't feel too deprived. I can even "cheat" and make up for it later.
For instance, here's what I ate today:
Breakfast: Cinnamon-raisin bagel and a cup of yogurt - Fat: 1 gram, calories, 230
Lunch: Lean Cuisine (today was shrimp and chicken rice jambalaya) Fat: 5 grams, Calories: 270
Afternoon: (Company luncheon table scraps*) 2 chocolate chip cookies - Fat: 5 grams, Calories: 100
Dinner: Poached salmon, salad with vidalia onion dressing, french bread - Fat: 12 grams, Calories: 425
Dessert: Fresh strawberries on angel food cake slices, topped with fat-free cool whip: Fat: 1 (ONE!) gram, Calories: 200
Totals: Fat - 24 grams, Calories - 1225
(*When the corporate big-wigs have a meeting or luncheon, they leave the leftovers in the lunch room for us peons. We refer to these leavings as table-scraps. Thank you, sir. May I have another?)
I also had a few more calories in the creamer for my coffee, maybe 30 or so and a couple fat grams. A couple of diet cokes and 3 liters of water adds nothing calorie wise, but are good also.
I put in a solid cardio work-out tonight, doing step-aerobics for an hour. Last night I did kick-boxing with 3 lbs weights. Tuesday, I did a 30 minute ab work-out following by an hour of weight lifting. Monday, I did an hour of step, followed by an hour of yoga. Tomorrow morning is power yoga. Lovin' that yoga! I am really beginning to see improvement in my physical fitness, strength and flexibility. I am quite pleased.
My daughter has been quite the little cheerleader. "Dang Mom! You're getting so small!" she will say. Then she'll try to dress me up in her clothes (right!) and she says I look cute. What a riot. She has lost a lot of weight herself and is looking quite hot. Hot enough that I want to lock her in her room until she is 35.
Some of the guys at work have been quite encouraging. They work-out also, and frequently tell me I am looking good, giving me thumbs-up when I say I'm on my way to go work-out. One young fellow in particular has been very supportive, and damn if he isn't just as buff and cute as can be. If I was 20-something, I would be most interested.
The guys are great. The one other female in my office is being a petty bitch. She talks a lot about her weight-loss efforts and is quick to criticize my non-diet diet. Then she goes and gets breakfast of French toast and bacon, and eats it right under my nose. She gets all miffed when I ask her to move it to the other side of the desk because the temptation is killing me. Then, when I come in with my lunch, she remarks that it smells like burning rubber. And it's not just a single remark, she goes on and on and on. I ran into her at the store one evening, while I was getting something from the frozen foods. She loudly said, "Getting more rubber to burn?"
I've kept quiet about her bitchiness and hypocrisy ... until today, when she made a snide remark about the cookies I treated myself to. I ripped into her pretty good ... I told her that I had enough of her crap about my food, and preaching to me about what I should and should not eat, at the same time she was having a daily feeding frenzy. I said she should put her money where her mouth is, rather than all that food, and she might be able to lose weight like I have. As I said that, I yanked on the waist band of my pants to show the three inch gap. But I paid for that: she whined and carried on how it wasn't her fault she was fat, she can't help herself from eating, that she was quitting smoking, that she went off of birth control and back on, that she had a migraine, had allergies, blah blah blah. As I left for the day, after an hour of this whining, I said, "I got two words for you: Personal Responsibility. Try it."
Bah! Petty people are a waste of time.
Now, it's time for some strawberries and cream. Yum!
Posted by LissaKay on 05/18/07 at 09:42 PM in Fitness and DietCommenting is not available in this channel entry.
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