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Thursday, October 24, 2002
Gah!
I was just checking out my marathon training schedule and notes and saw that I am supposed to be at five workouts (walking sessions) a week. I am so not there at all. Not even close. I am at two. TWO. Christ on a crouton! I am totally going to take a nap in the middle of Cinderella's Castle!
I wish that I could plan my day as if I had a real job and a calendar that wasn't flexible. But with the Monkey Child it doesn't matter what sort of plan is on paper. Anything goes.
I know that I am just being lazy, which makes this a lot harder to deal with. Once you fall into a slug pattern, how do you get out? Because I am worried that I am slipping back into bad, bad habits that had been completely gone for so long.
Also, it doesn't help that we are eat-catfood-poor right now. You can't eat healthy for cheap, can you? What if you don't like vegetables? And, how did I get so fat if I don't like so many foods? How?
-ericka
That said, healthy weight loss should only happen at a rate of 1/2 to 1 lb. per week for a maximum of 4 lbs./month (especially at your weight since you're not even over 200). Therefore, losing 2 lbs. is actually pretty good. It may be slow and frustrating, but it is the healthiest way to go. (And makes you least likely to gain it back.)
How ON EARTH can I have only lost TWO FUCKING POUNDS since the end of last month? HOW!? Do you SEE how much I work out? I SERIOUSLY thought I would have lost something like five to seven pounds by now ...
And I KNOW I shouldn't look at the scale, but I can assure you that my clothes really don't feel looser or anything. I'm getting antsy. I would REALLY just like to lose another ten pounds by the first of the year. This is shit.
Anyone have any advice? I mean, take a gander at what I'm eating -- anyone see any flags?
The husband and I stopped at the grocery store this morning on the way into work because he left his breakfast (an onion bagel with light garden vegetable cream cheese, expertly assembled by myself) sitting on the counter at home. While I was waiting for him to select something to eat, I perused the organic snacks aisle .. to discover single-serving bags of Booty, in both the regular and veggie varieties.
I am thinking that this is Just the Thing(tm), because I can buy a full-sized bag of Pirate's Booty in the morning and have eaten the whole bag by 5 PM. Can't do that if I only have a one-ounce bag. Sweet!
You know, I truly believe we are all way too fucking hard on ourselves.
I mean, it takes TIME and PRACTICE to adopt good eating habits! First off, it took years of eating badly and not moving our asses to get where "we are" now, right? I think the conscious effort sometimes has to be good enough. I mean, yesterday? I ate fine all day long -- but after work I had a big ol' slice of the WHITE BREAD that I made on Sunday WITH parmesan cheese AND olive oil! Did I feel badly about it? Especially since I was making that soba noodle and tofu salad Heather gave us the receipe for?
HELL NO.
I've let food dictate and sate my emotions and well-being for way too long now. Sometimes I feel badly, sure, especially if I didn't do anything healthy all day -- and I think that's normal. But I think about some of the things we say -- myself included -- and I want to shake my head and wonder. I, 95 percent of the time, live a healthy and sound life. I work out, I eat right, I try and do nice things for myself and others ... I don't want to feel guilty anymore for having an off day.
And, Dani -- have you LOOKED at your schedule? Girl! It sounds like you are so busy and have such a tough schedule right now -- you cut yourself some slack! You have your peanut M&M's! As long as you recognize that you can't eat them ALL THE TIME, let yourself go ahead and give in to temptation! I mean -- look! You're going to play racquetball today and I KNOW that's a workout!
I command this entire group to eat one thing that is traditionally bad for them, OR, something that they're craving that you're trying to cut out. Even if it's an extra cup of coffee! Take that control back, sisters.
I'm so jealous of you girls who can play racquetball. Me? No hand-eye coordination. Which has made all of my attempts at any sport requiring a ball just sad.
Now that my monkey child has settled in to watch today's showing of Jimmy Neutron, I can introduce myself. I'm Ericka. I have been on WW since May 2001 and I have lost 125 pounds. Unfortunately, I was mega-huge and 125 pounds is not enough. I still have another 25 to go before I lose the Buddha.
I am currently training to walk the 2003 Disney Marathon for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. It's January 12th. And I still need to find some more donations to meet my requirements. (Anyone interested?? Come on, you know you want to donate money to a good cause! It's tax-deductable. I know that I am a stranger, but still...it's for lots of sick people with blood cancers)
I am training right now for the marathon, but not as much as I should be because I am a total shithead sometimes. And I have a 17-month-old monkey daughter who doesn't really dig cold stroller rides.
Just to give you an idea about my training hijinks, I went to walk in the 15K Fall Race for the University of Wisconsin last weekend and I got lost on the course because I got there late and didn't have a number...and because I didn't have a map...and because no one really knew that I was supposed to be there so they kept closing down the help and water stations after the last runner went by. That's the kind of shit that happens to me all the time.
Also, I take a Krav Maga class twice a week. It's a self-defense kind of thing and I get to punch and kick lots of things. But I don't even get to that all the time even though it's very expensive.
Shithead I tell you.
So, that's me. I am a lot more fun than this sounds. Really.
(erin, you can display my link...or wait...no you can't...my journal is still imaginary!)
Hi all. I'm new, and finally got my arse in gear and got my account set up. I should probably state outright that I'm in the process of building a fitness base of walking so that come January I can start training for my goal of walk/running the 2004 Disney half-marathon. I'm also trying to fine-tune a healthy eating plan with Fitday.
Praise jebus, hell week is half over. I know it's Tuesday, but this week I have a midterm exam in each of my two classes, and I've been stressing about it in a mad way. Well, one of the tests is done, and depending on how generous the professor is with giving credit for answers I got anywhere between a 75 and a 90. Much better than I was expecting.
I skipped the gym last night, ostensibly to get some more studying in but really to go to bed early. So the plan is to make up for it tonight - at least half an hour on the treadmill. What joy! What rapture! What a way to procrastinate for that second test!
So I had my first-ever personal trainer session this morning. The gym Erin and I go to just had this "wellness week" promotion thing, and I noticed in little tiny print on the brochure that they were offering a free PT session, so I signed up with Patrick, who Erin swears by.
It was good! I mean, ow, but good! My arms feel very weird now. I managed to get acquainted with the stuff in what I call The Rough Trade Room, which is where most of the free weights and non-foofy machines are. My favorite part was doing the hand weights in the mirror. I did not look nearly as stupid as I thought I would. I looked hardcore! Almost. And Patrick is pretty cool.
I am thinking that in December I will use some of my holiday bonus $$ to buy a few sessions, because around then I can see myself ditching the gym without a more powerful incentive to go.
The only downside today was that my appointment was at 7 am and I am so short on sleep to begin with. Ugh. So I went to Starbucks.
Oh, lordy. It was coffeecake that Wendy had to deal with on Friday. Now I have a table behind me with 10 boxes of Krispie Kreme doughnuts atop it. Still hot. I knew I should have worked from home today...
Hey -- anyone have a suggestion as to what I can use on a hardwood floor in lieu of a bona fide yoga mat? I can't go to the gym tonight b/c I have to go to a wake right after work, and I know by the time I get back to Chicago I won't want to go, so I thought I'd do some yoga at home.
Continuing what you were saying, Heather, about the mixed-feeling thing: I've read a little bit from the people who did that book Fat! So? and the point they were making is that a lot of their doctors were apparently focusing so much on their weight they were ignoring other health issues, and they question a lot of the statistics about the risks of obesity and the costs to the health-care system, and if they can manage to convincingly sort out which things are legitimate and which things are based on discrimination (as opposed to just saying "I'm big and beautiful and leave me alone, dammit!") I'm all for it. I know I'm not crazy about the recent trend towards weight-loss surgery, where some doctors insist that the need to lose weight is much more urgent than the health problems that come from having part of your intestines removed. Maybe it's the case with some people, but not with everyone.
And I think both the health care system and the fitness industry actually needs to do more to accommodate severely overweight people. Give insurance incentives for programs like Weight Watchers; have more fitness programs geared towards fat people, et cetera. In this culture fat people aren't going away anytime soon, and I don't think it's doing anyone any good to ignore their needs (aside from, well, the need to lose weight). In other words, I guess sometimes I think the tendency to marginalize fat people is part of the problem. I just hope that the solution doesn't stop at fashion.
