There I was…sitting in a chair across from my new PT (Physical Therapist). He began listing his goals for me as he discussed, in length, my Epic Fails!
“Wait a minute! I am not here to find out what you think is wrong with me!”
No…I did not say that out loud…but boy was the thought bouncing around my head like a high-scoring Pinball game. He said “Here is what I see:”
You limp and tend to put you weight on the right side of your body. (genius!)
You slump over a bit when sitting…possibly due to upper back pain. (wow…really)
You don’t exercise! (I had finally had it!)
“Have you read my chart?”
He gave me this look and it was at that point I began to wonder what this physical therapist really knew. “PT”- Physical Therapy or Pure Torture! Pure Torture…obviously! With a syrup-dripping sweetness I offered the information he had missed when reading my chart. “I love to walk and was walking 3-4 miles a day 4-5 days a week…then I fell!” He began flipping through the chart and finds the information. Excited he then moved to the diet portion of the discussion. “Diet…portion…hehe!”
You will need to watch you calorie intake because you are OBESE! “EXCUSE ME!”
He began telling me the ways to cut calories and how to choose my carbs and avoid sugars…or and portion control.
“Have you read my chart?”
His blank stare and quick shuffling of the pages told me, once again, that he had somehow missed that information. So I filled him in on that…I told him about being diagnosed with Diabetes and overcoming it with diet and exercise. I also told him I had been “OBESE” when I weighed over 300 pounds but lost almost 145 pounds when I cut my carbs and sugars. The color began to drain from his face. He re-grouped and said…”I assume you have cut out Alcohol and Caffeine?” With a raised eyebrow I smiled and sweetly responded…”Nope!” “I don’t drink alcohol that often and as for caffeine…well…I probably drink more coffee in a year than the population of a small country.” I knew what was coming next as his “Cheshire Cat grin” slowly crept onto his face. I beat him to the punch. “I was told by several of my doctors year ago to continue with my caffeine due to migraines and asthma. Caffeine is readily the best method due to moving the blood at a faster rate and opening the blood vessels. The main problem with both migraines and asthma is the contraction of the blood vessels.” He nodded in agreement and said he wanted to perform a strength test. After that he seem surprised and said I was stronger than most 30 year old women. I then laid down on a table and he asked me to breathe in and out. I did! He asked for me to take a deep breath…go ahead…”I did!” The problem was he was waiting for my shoulders to move…”How do you breath?”
“Have You Read My Chart?”
“I am a singer…trained…long-time singer and learned a long time ago to breathe using my diaphragm.” As I laid there I could hear the flipping of pages. I sat up and smiled…”I am here to try and find relief from this pain so I can return to walking and loose this weight I have gained back. I am not your average person and have overcome many obstacles. Can you help me?”
“How about we try and find out why you started falling and work on balance and re-strengthening of your weaker muscle groups?” We shook hands and set up a plan.
I start next week…we will see how well this goes! As for today…more pain management injections and a visit with the chiropractor. Goody…Goody! I am off to start my day and what a day it is. Wish me luck!
As for you…Have a great day!
We have all felt the effect of rising grocery prices and know the hardship caused by necessary cutbacks. The “little extras” we had on hand have disappeared along with items of monetary frivolity. I have gotten used to saying “We don’t have that!….and We haven’t had that in quite a while!” to the curious starving mouths in my home. “WHY?”
It’s Called Economic Fasting!
I made myself a bowl of quick oats and realized I had used the last of my hoarded Splenda Brown Sugar for Thanksgiving. “Yes I use Splenda…I have been using it since I was diagnosed with Diabetes and even after losing all my weight and having a normal A1C level.”
Needless to say my oatmeal was a bit tasteless and was not as comforting and satisfying as I had hoped. I ate it anyway! My convenient little snack bars and crackers disappeared almost a year and a half ago. You would think I would not have a problem dieting…wrong! I can no longer buy the low-calorie-carbohydrate-deficient-sugar-regulated-between-meal supplements. If I snack…well it is not pretty! “Truth be told…I walk around with a growling stomach.” The healthier food I used to purchase and prepare have become unaffordable and I have had to resort to creative and less expensive substitutes. I still watch my sugar intake and watch my carbs but, it is difficult to watch those blasted portions!
Items on my Economic Fasting list:
Special K ( cereal, bars, etc.)
Splenda (white and brown)
Lean cuts of meat
Sugar free syrup ( This is for waffles and pancakes…I am now out of this!)
Low fat or fat free yogurts
Low fat and sugar free desserts
Fresh fruits and veggies (they cost more than the canned substitutes)
Unlimited supply of lettuce and specialty dressings
Snacks for the family ( hubby and boys)
Individual bags of chips for my youngest’s school lunches ( large cheap bag of plain chips in a Tupperware type of container)
Individual cookies packs for his lunches ( old-fashioned pack your own in a Baggie)
Cereal bars and pop tarts for the boys to grab in a hurry
Yogurts for the boys
Sugar free Hot Chocolate ( I added dark chocolate chips and little non-fat milk to it…)
Low calorie sliced bread
“Okay…I am getting hungry and my tummy is rumbling.”
I know there is more and I know I am not alone in this struggle. We all feel the pinch when it comes to the trip to the grocery store. My hubby, at least, is beginning to understand the reason I am running out of grocery money so quickly. How you may ask? I let him cook dinner one night and he went to the store with one of the boys to pick up the items he needed. “It didn’t cost this much last time I cooked this meal!” he said.
So…we will march on! Doing what we have to when it comes to feeding the family. Sacrifices will be made and complaints will be heard. “I double-dog-dare the boys to complain!”
Have a great day!
My, just turned 22 year old, son has struggled with his weight for a while now. When I began to lose my weight he was uninspired. I knew that one day he would decide, for himself, to lose the weight. That day is here!. He came home about two weeks ago and told us he was going back to TKD. “We were close to this instructor and he had moved his business back into the area.” He talked with the instructor and his wife, a nutritionist, and decided to lose the weight. “We will do it together.” his instructor said. He came home on Saturday with a plan and I decided to diet with him. Then he showed me something on his phone! The New Diet! There’s An App For That!
My son was all excited as he showed this app to me…It is call My Fitness Pal.
It records and tracks all your weight loss and caloric intake along with carbs and sugars and allows you to motivate others as they motivate you.
You send a friend request and you can send encouragement or get-back-in-line messages to each other. This really is a plus for my “Techno-geek” son.
So…I started yesterday…and plugged in the food I ate and the abundance of water. I had added two of my friends, one of which was starting her diet back up, in hope of some accountability. “Okay…I needed to get my butt kicked at times!” There is a tab for exercises that gives you a Pre-set list of different degrees of exercises and how many calories are burned. You click on the correct Pre-set and the app calculates everything…even adjusting the amount of calories you need to intake for the day. “I must admit…I started with 1000 calories per day and have received a message each day stating that I did not reach my goal…not enough calories.” :-(. Should I be bummed or just lower the calories I eat a day? That is the question!
I have not weighed this morning because the scales are in my son’s room…I need to figure out the difference in weight between his scales and mine so I can weigh first thing every morning. So far, as of last night, I have lost about 2 pounds since Sunday and almost 5 since getting back from vacation.
There is a discrepancy between the two scales and my son’s scale is a much better friend to me than my scales. “A girl must always choose her friends wisely!” A list of foods came home last night with my son…Needless to say there were some things on this list that do not appeal to my palate. Picky eaters get to eat the same thing over and over. I was surprised to see toast on the list but, there was no mention of butter or jam on the toast. Hmmm?
I will finish my yummy Venti-skinny-vanilla-latte’ and plan the meals for the rest of the week. I will discuss these meals with the nutritionist tonight while my youngest is in TKD class. I want to get back into a certain pair of jeans and a certain dress…but if I can stick with this and start walking, consistently, I would have to buy some new clothes that are smaller!
Check this app out! It keeps me honest! Let me know if you have used this or another weight-loss app. If you want to lose weight…let’s do it together…The New Diet…There’s An App For That! Have a great day!
With it being a Monday I am up, as a friend call it, at the “butt-crack of dawn”. I begin my normal routine and know that several extra tasks have been added. My husband had several bad experiences with lunch last week and asked for items that he could take instead of eating out. So… am cutting up celery and carrots.
After I fixed his breakfast and our lattes’ I set upon the task of chop…chop…chop! I also cut up some pineapple and strawberries. Hopefully he will not eat all of it and have some left for tomorrow. Yep…you guessed it…he is trying to diet!
He announced Saturday that he was going to quit smoking! “That’s wonderful!…when?”
My 19 year old went to work out early this morning and will come home and clean up only to return to the same gym…he starts teaching his first class, Self Defense and Boxing, today!
Early day for my 21 year old…instead of the 11:00 starting time he opens today.
And what will I be doing today…I am also experiencing a first today!
I will be going to Curves this morning…
I need to get motivated and find some accountability!
I did try on a pair of my old pants yesterday and almost got them buttoned. “That’s better than the last time!”
When I finish at Curves I will run home (drive) and clean up before heading up to help a friend in her classroom. “It’s that time of year again…time for the sorting and reorganizing of games and books…time to pack her personal teaching aids…did I mention she is moving to a new school in the fall?”
“I better take some Tylenol and see if I can keep this migraine from starting! I am already feeling it in my neck and forehead…Not Good!”
After helping my friend for about three hours I will return home and…
“I wish!” I will begin the everyday cleaning and preparation of dinner. “Mom’s job is never done…and if it is then no ones tells mom!” Fortunately I don’t have a whole lot to do on my daily chore list. “Now there is a First!”
What is on your list of things to do today? You might be surprised and find that Today is a Day of Firsts for you as well! As for me…i will finish my latte and then go get ready…I will be leaving in about 35 minutes. Have a great day!
I had lost almost 150 pounds…Yep!…all by myself without medical intervention.
I was not going to let anyone tell me it could not be done much less how to do it. I surprised everyone with the weight I lost. It took me 3 and 1/2 years but I did it…from a size 3X-4X to a size 12. Then I fell and hurt myself and the series of events began flooding my life with interruptions. I could not go walking and the weight began coming back. The good news is that I have maintain a level and am still way smaller than I used to be. “I am very proud of myself for this achievement!” But I am also aware of the gain and it had begun to bring on a depressing spirit. “NO!” It was time to get back to the basics.
The original reason for the weight loss was the diagnosis of Diabetes. I am part of a family who, for the most part, all have blood pressure issues and Diabetes. Weight loss has always been a problem in my family, except for my brother. It has been a long standing joke that he only had to say he was going to exercise and the weight would flee. He was always very active and his lifestyle embraced activity. I immediately began cutting the Carbs and Sugars in my diet. I lessened the portions and how I ate certain foods. The weight began slowly coming off and I could see and feel the difference. I began walking and had gotten up to 3-4 miles a day for 4 times a week. “I love walking!” I had some great tunes and would just go…in my own little zone.
I had planned to start walking this week only to have rain all week keep me from this task. There is always next week and the forecast is clear. “YES!” I went and bought salad makings and snackies. “Know your limits!” I count the carbs and sugars and put things back on the shelf refusing to bend. “I can do this!” I have already seen a difference. My rings are beginning to jingle on my finger and I can reach around my wrist again with overlap of my fingers. Two weeks ago it was finger tip to finger tip. I know this may sound like a silly way to judge weight loss but every little bit helps motivate. I have increased my water intake to the point of spending more time in the bathroom. The walking and running to the nearest bathroom can be treacherous but the motion involved in finding the bathroom is good. “HEHE!”
The next step was to rid myself of the several temptations that were still in the house from the holidays. “I love to bake!” I sold many pies and cakes and made fudge, sold by the pound, during the Thanksgiving and Christmas Seasons. I had made a 3-layer Red Velvet Cake for our Christmas and two Chocolate Chip Pecan Pies and about 4 pounds of fudge. Before you get the wrong idea….the fudge recipe used fat free sweetened condensed milk and dark chocolate. My sugar levels, being monitored by my doctor during the first year of diagnosis, were found to be normal even when eating almost a pound in a week. He also found that I had even lost weight during that week. “Not much but there was loss.” Back to ridding myself of temptations….I threw everything into the garbage can, with a ceremonial “Out you go…no more for me” spoken with with item added, and washed the dishes. No more pie…no more fudge…Christmas candy gone…Christmas cookies gone…No temptation!
Wednesday I had about 530 calories and yesterday I had about 740. I sure wish this was going to be easy…but I can rest assured that it will be easier than before. I only want to lose 45 pounds!!!! and that is much easier than the original 100+. If the family is having food that I should not….I will fix a patty or chicken with salad. I will live with the growling belly of desire and overcome! The clothes that used to fit loosely, that are now tight and binding, will be loose again. I had the opportunity to buy a lovely sweater jacket last night at Bass Pro and put it back on the rack. My husband told me to get it…I smiled and said it would be a waste of $$$ money$$$ because I will not be that size for long. He smiled back, as if to challenge me, and said “I know!”
Cuz, you remember the before and after…and you were a motivational influence for me. That influence is still a part of my dedication to this path. Thank you for your unspoken guidance and non-judgmental love during this season of my life. I look forward to another trip to that delightful store, that I cannot speak of in the house of young men, to buy more “Pink”. “They will not even watch the commercials with me in the room.” I sure wish we could walk together but the distance between us and schedules keep us apart. I will make sure to diet healthy and get an accountability network in place. This will guarantee that I will succeed safely. I cannot be like the models or actors on TV because I did not have that type of body to begin with. I know my limitations and am happy with that. So here is to getting “Back to Basics with my Diet!” I am sooooo ready!
I’m nervous. There were parts of today where I felt like I was trusting my body. Trusting that God made it just right to send me the right signals, but now there is going to be Chinese. Ooooey, gooey mounds of gleaming meat doing the backstroke in mysterious sauces.
I know it’s fattening. So fattening.
But I’m supposed to trust my body. Don’t worry about what I know to be true. My body will let me know what it wants to eat. It will let me know when it is full.
Yet, my body has betrayed me time and again.
Like I said, I did well today. Well, I did well MOST of today. After work I went to Costco to get some contacts. While there, I got hungry. Just a little bit hungry, though. Just a tad. But I am afraid of hunger – that it will lead me to destruction. I realized that I was two hours from getting that Chinese. Could I make it two hours without making myself actually BECOME the Mongolian Beef later? In the car, I opened the banana from my lunch (which I forwent earlier). In my defense I only ate half.
Then I got home, let the dog out, and became obsessed with the thought of the grits and greens casserole I made yesterday. Mmmmm. My first try at grits and greens. It’s a keeper of a recipe. So yummy. I glanced at the clock. Easily an hour and a half before dinner. Would a bit hurt?
Come on, now!!! Nothing in Weigh Down says to eat casseroles cold out of the fridge with no ceremony!! Nothing says eat those bites quickly before my roomie gets home and catches me! What does that even matter? God knows. I know. I ate three bites (large bites), and then sort of came to my senses.
On the way upstairs to write this, I ate a square of Ghiradelli chocolate – the last one. I was not hungry. I did not need it. Now, guess what? Food will probably arrive on my table in one hour, and I am not hungry. I will (HOPEFULLY) contain myself and split the check with two ladies who will actually eat. My loss financially.
Then I will come home and try to get through the night without messing up more. I think I will once again pray for forgiveness and for strength, asking God to redeem the stuff I break, even if this time the only think I broke was my own resolve.
I swore this would not happen again. In fact, outside the October of unlimited candy corn (which I call crack), I’m not really sure what happened. I do know I had such a hard time with Funny Girl’s going to college and chronic unemployment that I went on antidepressants at the insistence of a friend. (Something else I promised myself I wouldn’t need to do again.) When I noticed that the clothes were getting tight, I got off of them, but that’s been about a month and the weight still goes up, up, up.
So, I swore I wouldn’t count calories again, telling myself that the times I did that before I was doing so to please a critical man and not to please myself. The weight fell off without counting the first calorie when he slipped into the past tense, so why am I here again?
Ours is not to ask why, I guess, but to just take action. The 12s are tight, but the 14s are still loose, and for that I will be thankful. I joined sparkpeople.com and put a piece of graph paper on my bathroom wall. I will not say that I’ve taken much more action than that. Last week I did wake up at 5:00 each day and exercise, but this week and next I have Pensive Girl and I have to wake up at 5:00 just to get her to school. Not sure I’m up to waking up at 4:30 yet. Would appreciate any tips anyone has. I’ve never been a working mother before. Before I could just go run six miles if I wanted to. I really can’t do that anymore.
Well, that said, I suppose it is time to lace up the shoes and go outside. I don’t really live in a running accessible neighborhood anymore, but there are some killer hills that rev the old heart rate. As far as calories, I’m not going to stress about it until the new year, but I did log those two muffins in.
Here’s to getting back into 10s.