I can't tell you how much this poor woman's thought process messes with my head.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/37596789/ns/health-womens_health/
What do you think?
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
A new strategy
I brought my camera to work with me today for one very simple reason: until I figure out this whole eating thing, I'm going to be taking pictures of my food. A disclaimer dear readers:
- I eat out of plastic bags, mismatched tupperware, and napkins. I wish I was a cute plate kind of girl, but at work, that doesn't happen
- My everyday food, especially on tummy upset days, isn't super creative. I'm a leftovers-eating, habit-forming, somewhat boring eater
- I'm not sure that I can promise the super inspiring, gorgeous food photos I see and love on so many other's blogs.
What can promise is this: an honest look at what I'm eating, the struggles that go with it, and maybe some high points along the way.
I have a hip-hop yoga class tonight! It's a new class my studio is offering for the summer, and I'm super excited!
Do you do yoga? What is your favorite kind?
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Part 2: The Husband and I
I was working my first summer at the company where I work now. The Husband was then the cute-night-shift-engineer. My dad (who worked for a different division of the same company) introduced us, and what started as coffee after a night of 3rd shift turned into daily dates. In a little over month, I was slowly migrating my stuff into his house; two years later, we got married.Husband proposed on Christmas 2008, and we planned a small, casual wedding that happened March 14, 2009.
How did you meet your significant other?
Weigh In
I do my weekly way in Monday at my trip to the Y. Last night's results: 171! Somehow, even with the bad eating, I was acitve enough to break through the plateau!!
I haven't been under 170 since . . . high school, so I'm anxious to get there again. As a child, I was average weight until about second grade. I was hit puberty by age 10 and with that came size C breasts. By my freshman year of high school, I was close to 190 (and I'm 5'5"). The summer after my junior year, I used slim fast to lose about 30 pounds. The lightest I remember being 9I have generally avoided scales my entire life) is 167.
When I went to college, I got sucked into a lifestyle of little exercise, late night trips to Denny's and drinking coffee with tons of sugar. I can't imagine how much worse it would have been if I drank alcohol. When I started my last year of college, I weighed around 200 pounds but got down to around 175 when I met the husband. Over the past three years, I slowly gained back to around 200, until last fall when I began this journey.
169 will be a huge celebration for me - here's to hoping it will come soon!
What number is/was your hang up?
I haven't been under 170 since . . . high school, so I'm anxious to get there again. As a child, I was average weight until about second grade. I was hit puberty by age 10 and with that came size C breasts. By my freshman year of high school, I was close to 190 (and I'm 5'5"). The summer after my junior year, I used slim fast to lose about 30 pounds. The lightest I remember being 9I have generally avoided scales my entire life) is 167.
When I went to college, I got sucked into a lifestyle of little exercise, late night trips to Denny's and drinking coffee with tons of sugar. I can't imagine how much worse it would have been if I drank alcohol. When I started my last year of college, I weighed around 200 pounds but got down to around 175 when I met the husband. Over the past three years, I slowly gained back to around 200, until last fall when I began this journey.
169 will be a huge celebration for me - here's to hoping it will come soon!
What number is/was your hang up?
Monday, June 7, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Crazy Sunday
What a crazy week this has turned into! By the time I leave work today, I will have logged 75 hours since Monday! I have to admit that both my exercise and eating habits haven't been great, though I've been walking/standing at least 6 hours a day at work, and made it to the gym five times. I haven't been running much - 15 miles total this week. I was on the verge of an exhausted-crying-mental break down Friday night (anyone else have those?) from stress and lack of sleep, and skipped that run for some quiet yoga and a nap.
As far as eating, I was really spot on until Thursday, and it went downhill from there, including eating too much co-worker brought in homemade coffee cake, and basically no veggies since Thurday's lunch salad. Something you don't know about me: in March of this year, I began suffering from sporadic severe gastrointestinal issues, which I've found out is IBS, affected mostly by stress and diet. My stomach has been crazy for most of the week, and my fallback foods are carb-aholic in nature: sandwiches, toast, oatmeal, plain pasta, cheese pizza. Hopefully a more relaxed week will get me back on track.
As far as my goal of packing lunched for the week, I did it 5 out of 7 days. I'm going to reuse this goal again this week, because I'm figuring out that my work eating habits are the most destructive to my healthy efforts.
I'll be back later to finish the story about how the husband and I got together, and also with my inches update for the week.
As far as eating, I was really spot on until Thursday, and it went downhill from there, including eating too much co-worker brought in homemade coffee cake, and basically no veggies since Thurday's lunch salad. Something you don't know about me: in March of this year, I began suffering from sporadic severe gastrointestinal issues, which I've found out is IBS, affected mostly by stress and diet. My stomach has been crazy for most of the week, and my fallback foods are carb-aholic in nature: sandwiches, toast, oatmeal, plain pasta, cheese pizza. Hopefully a more relaxed week will get me back on track.
As far as my goal of packing lunched for the week, I did it 5 out of 7 days. I'm going to reuse this goal again this week, because I'm figuring out that my work eating habits are the most destructive to my healthy efforts.
I'll be back later to finish the story about how the husband and I got together, and also with my inches update for the week.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Tuesday Recap
Today is an unplanned abs-only day: I whacked my shin on a table at work, and have a bruise the size of an egg. So my easy 3 milers will be traded with tomorrow's planned rest day, and I'll hopefully get some laundry done this evening.
There was good news at my house today: the husband has been working evenings (2:30 pm - 11:30 pm) for the past 13 months, will be moving to a regular day shift job! I'm so excitied, not only for how good this will be for our marriage but also for my weight loss efforts: he's a workout fiend, and will be good motivation for me the days I want to skip out. Also, it's much more motivating to cook when both of us our home to eat dinner.
The husband and I have been together for almost three years. He is an engineer by job and personality: analytical, practical, and constantly taking things apart to "see how they work." He plays guitar in a classic rock band with a few of his friends, wakeboards, and is a huge foodie. We are very different, but have a strong relationship because we see things from opposite persceptives. I thought in the next few posts I'd share with you the story of how we met (which is also a fat-skinny-fat journey for me).
I dated the same boy from the time I was seventeen until the end of my second year of college - I graduated in three years, so this was the summer before my senior year. I was sure he was The One, but he chose an addiction to prescription painkillers over me. I was heartbroken, and am an emotional eater, so my weight slowly began to climb. I moved from college housing in with my parents that summer, and spent some time volunteering at a church camp I had attended as a kid. There I met a boy we'll call X. X was several years older than me, had recently moved back to our hometown after completeting a Master's in Education, and was living with his parents while he looked for a teaching job. He was very religious and had a close knit group of religious friends. While I has always attended church, I had never really been super involved with it, but, having just moved and looking for a friend group, I was drawn both to X and to his place in a such a seemingly supporting church family.
X and his large extended family were together all the time, and it didn't take long for his parents to dissapprove of me taking so much of his time (He was 30 and lived his parents who were concerned him staying out late? How was this not a warning sign??) X was very thin and athletic, and his family made open comments about my weight, though his mother weighed over 350 lbs herself. I was semi-subconciously using X as a rebound, but he ended up being a huge mess.
After about 6 months of dating I had lost 25 pounds in a not so healthy way and was getting ready for college graduation. I had been accepting into grad school for the next fall, and gotten my job at the large automotive company where I still work. The more successful I became, the worse our relationship got. Everything from my eating choices to my religious beliefs were up to scrunity from X and his whole family.
Up Next: A boy my dad picked out
There was good news at my house today: the husband has been working evenings (2:30 pm - 11:30 pm) for the past 13 months, will be moving to a regular day shift job! I'm so excitied, not only for how good this will be for our marriage but also for my weight loss efforts: he's a workout fiend, and will be good motivation for me the days I want to skip out. Also, it's much more motivating to cook when both of us our home to eat dinner.
The husband and I have been together for almost three years. He is an engineer by job and personality: analytical, practical, and constantly taking things apart to "see how they work." He plays guitar in a classic rock band with a few of his friends, wakeboards, and is a huge foodie. We are very different, but have a strong relationship because we see things from opposite persceptives. I thought in the next few posts I'd share with you the story of how we met (which is also a fat-skinny-fat journey for me).
I dated the same boy from the time I was seventeen until the end of my second year of college - I graduated in three years, so this was the summer before my senior year. I was sure he was The One, but he chose an addiction to prescription painkillers over me. I was heartbroken, and am an emotional eater, so my weight slowly began to climb. I moved from college housing in with my parents that summer, and spent some time volunteering at a church camp I had attended as a kid. There I met a boy we'll call X. X was several years older than me, had recently moved back to our hometown after completeting a Master's in Education, and was living with his parents while he looked for a teaching job. He was very religious and had a close knit group of religious friends. While I has always attended church, I had never really been super involved with it, but, having just moved and looking for a friend group, I was drawn both to X and to his place in a such a seemingly supporting church family.
X and his large extended family were together all the time, and it didn't take long for his parents to dissapprove of me taking so much of his time (He was 30 and lived his parents who were concerned him staying out late? How was this not a warning sign??) X was very thin and athletic, and his family made open comments about my weight, though his mother weighed over 350 lbs herself. I was semi-subconciously using X as a rebound, but he ended up being a huge mess.
After about 6 months of dating I had lost 25 pounds in a not so healthy way and was getting ready for college graduation. I had been accepting into grad school for the next fall, and gotten my job at the large automotive company where I still work. The more successful I became, the worse our relationship got. Everything from my eating choices to my religious beliefs were up to scrunity from X and his whole family.
Up Next: A boy my dad picked out
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