The New Normal revisited
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Mollie commented a couple of posts back:

It must be why so many people who reach goal regain — because there is no “goal.” There is only “normal.”

That got me thinking again about the fact that we’ve established a new normal and it’s FAT.

I remember, way back in the 70’s, when the jeans we wore to school had to cover the whole shoe and, ideally, drag on the ground in the order to fray adequately.  And then, towards the end of my final year, the skinny/narrow leg appeared.  It looked horrible seeing whole shoes like that.  It looked weird and I thought I’d never cave in.  Of course, I had a pair within the month. And then the wide legs looked horrible.

Then it happened with shoulder pads.  Remember?

We seem to be programmed to adapt our feelings about what’s acceptable just by living with the changes going on around us.  So fashion begets fashion. And fat begets fat.

I’ve been googling around phrases like “obesity statistics by country” and the results bear out what I’ve just said.

If a full 70% of the people around you are overweight, then fat looks normal.  (WHO – USA 2005)

And maybe it feels a little weird to be bucking this particular fashion trend. I mean, if everyone is fat, then it feels a bit weird to be anything else.  I hesitate to say “thin” because that’s just not a word I’d use to describe myself.  Medium sized maybe but not thin.

Here’s the World Health Org site where I’ve been getting some of my information.  I’m not sure how it’s come to it’s 2010 statistics except perhaps by continuing to graph the trend based the increase in weight which has been measured since the 70s.  But the 2005 stats are in line with other sites.

When I was trying to lose weight 15 years ago, I used to say, “I just want to be normal”.  Now I guess I just want to be abnormal – and stay that way.  So, to re-express Mollie’s comment:  There is no goal.  There’s only abnormal. And it takes hard work and perseverance to be different.

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Bugs & Motivation
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I am learning that illness makes me not really care about losing weight.  Which is a drag because I had hopes of accomplishing something this week in that line – like maybe a pound off.  But my coughing (barking) and sore throat make me want to eat whatever’s easiest to prepare and swallow.

Last night I didn’t feel like cooking so we had a very rare Chinese takeaway. (see the result of the sodium on my daily weigh-in.)

And today I suggested we go out for lunch – where I struggled to find something that would suit taste buds, eating plan, stomach woes and sore throat.  I ended up getting a Beetroot Tart Tatin with a rocket, tomato and feta salad.  The tatin was almost like a dessert – except for warm beets instead of warm apples.  I ended up leaving most of the delicious crust because it was obviously mostly butter but the salad was lovely with a little balsamic vinegar. And a small glass of wine.  And coffee.  And some of the husband’s chips because this place makes the BEST chips in the United Kingdom.

We sat at a middle table – perfect for watching everyone coming and going. We read the paper and chatted and eavesdropped whenever possible.  Nice way to pass part of a Sunday afternoon.

I guess I’m going to have to reign things in a little for the rest of the week.  I’ve got dinner out tomorrow night in London and a hotel breakfast the next day.  After than I can eat lightly for the rest of the week.

The above is a FORCED conversation because I really just want to chuck it in for the week and eat whatever I want. I’m tired and stressed and sick and nervous about an important meeting on Tuesday.  The last thing I want to think about is how much I’m going to weigh next Saturday.

But I also don’t want to weigh more than I do right now – not because it would be the worst thing that could happen, but because I don’t want to go to the effort of re-losing weight that’s already gone.  Whatever my stresses of the moment, extra large helpings of carbs are not going to provide a long-term solution.

Sigh.  It’s only realistic that I’m going to have these attitude dips once in a while but they’re tiresome and make me feel so unbelievably bored with myself.

I’ll be offline for a couple of days but intend to come back here and tell you that I’ve made some good decisions.  And that I had a good meeting.  And that there was no traffic on the motorways.  And that I found parking at the hotel.  And that my cold is better.

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More on Slow Weight Loss
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One of the bonuses of taking so long to lose weight is that I’ve got used to eating less.  In the past, I’ve dieted to a certain point and never given myself time to adjust to the idea that maintenance happens as long as you continue to eat less than you did at your higher weight.  This time, stuffing my face daily is a distant memory.

Obviously, weight loss and maintenance depend on finding the right balance between calories in, and calories burned.  I find that I like the freedom that Nutracheck allows you to either eat less, exercise more, or choose to lose less each week – as long as you eat a minimum of 1400 calories per day.

When I first signed up, I weighed 170lbs and could lose 1.5lbs per week eating 1400 calories and exercising 200 calories per day.

I’m now 27lbs lighter and almost 2 years older so can only expect a pound a week with the same calories consumed and burnt. And, frankly, I’m happy with half a pound per week.

You can play with figures here.

When I actually get to 139, then I can only expect to eat 1850 calories per day and that assumes that I’m burning an extra 200 calories a day in activities.   If I’m not exercising conscientiously then I should only eat about 200 more calories than I right now in “losing mode”.  I need to get that firmly implanted in my psyche!

  • Moving daily
  • Eating well but not abundantly

That’s going to be the story of the rest of my slimmed down life.

I had one of those “non-scale victories” today.  I had a quick trip out despite my croaky throat to take a friend to Costco.  They’ve got some nice, cheap denim skirts which, of course, you can’t try on.  I looked at the 14 (US 10) but it looked too big.  So I grabbed a 12 (US 8) with the words, “It’s probably too small but I can always bring it back.”

Well it’s a bit too big – not baggy, but loose in the waist – which is where most skirts are too tight.

I wonder what the next few weeks will bring.

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Turning a Corner
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It’s happened. I can see the light of day. I knew that I was doing the right things despite how dark and gloomy I felt, and this is my reward. I’ve also recovered from the usual sinus infection after almost two weeks. Now I can turn my energies to taking better care of my body, exercising, eating right, and all those things that just don’t seem important when I’m in the slump of depression, and feeling like crap. Luckily, my meals are generally healthy, low in bad stuff, and high in good stuff. So I’m ahead of the game there. It’s the snacking, the extra stuff, that sends me off track. That’s the thing to deal with first. I don’t do well if I set a lot of strict rules for myself, but I think “no sweets” is one that needs to be called up right now. Aside from that, I enjoy air popped popcorn, fruit, a Balance Bar mid-morning at work, fresh veggies with hummus. It doesn’t sound like deprivation, does it? No. It sounds like good, tasty, healthy food. And that’s just what I need. And I have plenty of it in the house, so no sense delaying any longer–my depression detour was delay enough. Now, let’s get on with it, already!

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This Week
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Sorry for the hiatus – I had a day and night away and then a day of feeling very sorry for myself with a cold and, finally, a half day swallowing a small but not quite small enough camera.

So, given all of that, how has my week been for weight loss?

Internal motivation:  I’m looking at the right goal -no longer worried about getting below 140lbs but not being able to stay there.  I think that finding that 139 used to be considered the highest healthy weight for my height has spurred me on to get there.

External things:  Well – it’s been a challenge.  The cold has meant I haven’t been running.  The trip away meant less control over what and when I could eat.  The hospital appointment raised my worry levels a little.

Given the above, how hard did I work to make things happen?:

Hmmm.  Trying to be objective.  I wasn’t obsessive – which I can be when I really really want to be perfect.  I just didn’t have the drive to find perfection.  However, despite the stuffed up head, I did walk miles in London thanks to a lovely spring day.  I didn’t journal after the weekend despite an excellent start.  Again, I think I let the worry of the week get to me and then the “freedom” of not journalling just took hold.  The best thing about this week is that I didn’t once overeat.  I just ate to satisfy hunger and it was all healthy food so I have no reason to beat myself up.

In fact, I’m happy.  That’s good to know and good to write. I took care of myself and didn’t fall into any stressy food behaviour.  For that, I will pat myself on the back.  Did I lose weight?  My daily weight says I’m down from last week and almost down to where I was before Christmas.  It sure takes a long time to get a few pounds off these days.

And did I have a good week?  It was a mixed week on all levels but my over-riding memory is wandering down Regent Street in the sunshine and hearing a brass band.  Lovely.

And now I have to clean this house or we might die of cat hair inhalation.

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Good Week? Yes thanks, but I ate like a pig.
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OK. I need the whole world to stop associating Good and Bad with eating. Really. Just like I managed to banish “fall off the wagon“, I want to stop saying things like, “I had a good week” to mean that I ate in a way that would lead to weight loss. And especially to ban “I had a bad week” to mean that I ate in a way that wouldn’t lead to weight loss. People say they had a “bad week” when, actually, they ate in a way that left their weight exactly as it was the week before.  What’s so BAD about that?

Much much worse are the phrases, “I was bad” and “I was good”.   I actually bite my tongue when I hear them.  But this is  (at least partly) my blog and I can be rude, right?  If you kill a kitten, you are bad.  If you eat 10 Mars Bars, you are a person with disordered eating.  If you kill the kitten because you ate 10 Mars Bars, you are sick.

OK  – so what am I going to say instead of “had a good week”?  This week,when asked, I tried, “I worked hard and it paid off”.  Not bad…   It’s what I meant, but there’s more.

Sometimes you work hard and it doesn’t pay off.

Or sometimes it’s all quite easy and you lose weight.

So I figure I need three measures:

  • How easy it is from the inside.  In other words, did I have the motivation to eat well and move? Or was it struggle from the moment I woke up to keep my hands out of the crackers?
  • How easy was it from the outside? Did my schedule accommodate going for walks and calm, planned meals at home or did I actually have a social life?

It’s that last situation that makes me struggle with the good/bad thing.  It’s GOOD to eat out with friends.  It’s GOOD to celebrate around a meal.  But all that goodness makes losing weight harder – at least for that week.

  • Given the above, how hard did I work to lose weight?

If I was going to make this a graph, I’d have two axes- the lines, not the chopping things.  One would chart the hard/easy side of life – an average of the first two questions above.  The second would chart my own effort – from working hard to slacking off completely.

But how do I boil all that down into a one sentence answer?

  • Q: Did you have a good week?
  • A: Yes thanks; it was hard to eat well on nights out and to find time to exercise but I worked hard and it paid off.
  • Q: Did you have a good week?
  • A: It was kind of boring but that made it easier to lose weight.
  • Q: Did you have a good week?
  • It was dreadful – my car/guinea pig/favourite shoes died.  I had no motivation at all to eat well or exercise and I gave into my emotions.
  • Q: Did you have a good week?
  • A: I had a fantastic week.  I had two dinners out and a short break in Paris.  I couldn’t get my head around eating well and had no time to exercise  so I didn’t lose weight – but it really was an amazing week.
  • Q: Did you have a good week?
  • A: Not really – it was boring.  I should have worked harder to take advantage of all the time I had but I just couldn’t find the will to work hard so I didn’t lose any weight.

OK.  Sorry for the excessive Qing and Aing but I needed to know for sure that, even though people are always going to use Good and Bad to talk about a diet – I can deflect and use other language.  At first it will be just language but, as with all things in this search for food/body sanity, it will eventually become how I think and how I act.

I just cannot have weight management define the quality of my life!

So here’s to a good couple of days in London.  I may not always be in control of where and when I eat, but I’m feeling motivated to make good choices and walk miles.

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Fight depression? Or wallow in it?
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Written January 25, 2010: There is no doubt in my mind–my depressed mind–that sometimes there is nothing more delicious and luxurious than wallowing in depression. Give in to it! Curl up under a “blankie” and do nothing but watch TV, play on the computer, read, and eat, all day long. Call it a mental health day, if you will. Sometimes that makes it easier to pick up and carry on. Sometimes. Then there are the days that go WAY past the kind of depression you can “treat” with a mental health day. It’s dark. The sun doesn’t shine because it’s probably winter. And even if it did shine, you’ve spent every minute of that time at work and unable to spend any time in it. Dark when you leave for work and dark when you get home. And not only is it dark outside, but it’s dark inside too. Inside my head. Inside my heart. Inside my soul. Giving in to that kind of depression is dangerous. We’re not talking wallowing on the couch for a day here, either. The only thing to do with that kind of depression is to FIGHT. Fight for your life. Fight for your health. Fight for your right to turn the figurative lights back on, even if the sun isn’t coming out any time soon. Because the alternative is to hide until spring. And that’s not helping anything. So fight!

Fight it how? For me, it means calling on my buddies from BCB. They never let me down. They helped me forulate a plan to deal with the dark cloud following me around. They gave me the encouragement to fight my way out of this one more time. Why does it get so bad sometimes? The depression and lack of sun make everything else worse. And current job difficulties make me want to eat my way through the bakery, snack, and ice cream aisles of the grocery store. And because I don’t give in to that urge as much or as often as part of me would like to, the monster won’t be soothed.

I’m not sure what all this means for me right now. I suffer from depression. I have all my adult life. Sometimes it’s better, sometimes it’s worse, but it’s always there. And sometimes I need to fight it for all I’m worth. It’s inter-twined with my eating and food choices, and with my activity level. And when those things are not working properly, neither am I.

I have to know when it’s ok to wallow. And when it’s not ok, I have to fight like hell to stay in the game. That is the only way to get where I want to go!

Edited on February 28, 2010: I was just thinking about how depression has taken over my life. It seems to inhabit every corner of it these days. I came here to work out some things by blogging, and had completely forgotten that this draft was sitting here. I re-read it, and can see that it really has taken over my life lately. And looking back, I can see that during some of the worst moments of my life, I was wrapped in a layer of it. The more I think about it, the more I see that there isn’t necessarily anything wrong with the pieces of my life, but I’m living that life through the lens of depression. My marriage could have turned out differently. I might not have quit my last job if it wasn’t for the depression haze. All kinds of things…

The circumstances of my new job are kinda sucky lately. The depression makes me want to just quit. Never mind that I’m single and only just barely supporting myself. I want OUT. I could make it work more easily if it wasn’t looking so bleak because of where my head is at. But there I am, just wishing I didn’t have to go to work. I joked with my mom earlier that I’d rather have two days off for a colonoscopy than go to work. Now there’s something really wrong with that… Just increased the Prozac, so we’ll give it a week or two. Then it’s time to call the doctor again if it doesn’t help. I’m SO tired of losing big chunks of my life to this beast–not to mention what it does to my weight and self-esteem.

I guess I’m in wallow mode right now. I’m sick with whatever crap is going around, and that’s left me without any fight. But I’m afraid if I give in and stay in bed, it will cost me my job. So I have to find whatever “oomph” I have left, and make it work for me.

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The New Normal is Abnormal
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“Normal” these days for many many women is being on the non-stop pendulum of weight loss and weight gain.  I don’t know very many people who are overweight and happy with who they are.  I also don’t know many people who have taken weight off once and for all.

So abnormal- as in unhealthy – is the new normal.  And when you decide to stop being “normal”, people start to judge.

My friend BFG (Edit!  Ha ha – I mean BFP – not the Big Friendly Giant) has written about her recent experience:

Ok, here’s what I don’t get. When you’re fat, nobody tells you that you are. When you lose weight, people initially encourage you, but then as you succeed with that continued weight loss, they admonish you and feel that they have the right to tell, command, order you to stop. People tell you that your continued efforts to maintain a healthy weight, your new body, your new found passion for health and fitness by being wise about what you eat is tantamount to disordered eating and that you need to stop it.

And THEN those same people spend half an hour chewing your ear off about how fat they feel and how they wish they had your will power. They say things like ‘all things in moderation’ and then post on facebook that they’ve eaten an entire box of chocolates! They tell you off for spending time at the gym and then say things like ‘I’m on a starvation diet for my holiday in 8 weeks’.

Several months ago I wrote about a moment when I realised I didn’t want to be in the “Fat Club” any more.  I saw two pretty, young and fat woman tucking into huge greasy pub meals and I knew it was something I never ever wanted to be part of again.

The next step was to realise that I had the same feelings about the “Diet Club”.   I actually can’t bear to hear about people being “good” or “bad” or “cheating” and I even find it frustrating to hear people talk about their weight loss in terms of a week rather than months or even years.

BFG is right.  People (by which I mean all women everywhere) start off by noticing you’re losing weight.

Then they ask how you’ve done it.

Then they ask how long it’s taken.

If they’re people you see regularly, they will then watch to see you give up and put the weight back on.

I’ve done it myself and even used to explain to people that that’s how I lived.  I remember starting a new job and meeting a tiny office full of colleagues for the first time.  Several of them were going out for a cigarette and asked if I smoked.  Just about the first thing they heard out of my mouth was, “No, I don’t smoke but I’m permanently on a diet.”

And I was in.  The non-smoker was forgiven because she was a serial dieter like the rest of them.  We would never be lacking in things to moan about.

Today my goal is to be the person who eats good tasty food, doesn’t fret over menus, moves as a matter of course, maintains a stable weight and looks slim and healthy without obsessing.  I want to be ABNORMAL even if it leaves me open to criticism by people who are used to seeing me fail.

I sometimes get strange reactions when people find out I’ve been married since my early 20s to the same man and that I have grown up children.  It’s abnormal to be in your 40’s with an empty nest and a silver wedding anniversary behind you.  Sometimes people think we’re lucky to have managed it – as though we have effortlessly glided through married life. I used to have a deep need for people to know how hard it actually was to stay married sometimes but now I’m just happy that we’ve got this far and are still in love.

I want my body/food relationships to be the same. I used to worry that people (women) would like me less if they didn’t know how much I’ve struggled with my weight throughout my life. I still feel this a little – but my goal is to no longer care if people think I’m “lucky” to be middle aged with a nice shape and a healthy weight.

You know – it’s scary to think of not being in the Diet Club – of not having that stuff to talk about endlessly – the instant bond based on failure.  I wonder if it’s possible to just be a “floating member” when social situations require it.  I’m going to pay attention to that this week.

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Return of the Scale Insanity
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I was going to write today that I felt lucky to be having a good week – not so much good, as EASY.  An easy week is one where I just don’t feel overly hungry but I do feel like getting out and moving.  And I consider it lucky because I can’t for the life of me figure out why I feel like that sometimes.

It’s not because I’m disciplined – I don’t need to dredge up discipline during “easy” times.

It’s not because of my good habits or my good thoughts or my  – my anything.  It just all seems to fall into place sometimes.

Did you notice that I said I was going to write etc etc.  Yeah, well.

I don’t know what causes “easy” weeks, but I sure know what ends them.

This morning the husband had to get up at stupid o’clock which made the furry creature think it was playtime and who wants to play all alone so let’s stand on Millie and see how hard I have to smash her skull with mine before she surrenders and gets out of bed.  By my reckoning, about 20 minutes.

So I’m TIRED.  And tired makes me want to feel full.  I don’t understand the connection but it’s definitely there.

And then there’s the continuing winter weather.  COLD makes me want to feel full, especially when I’m tired.

And, finally, I felt obliged to plan for a meal out tomorrow night.  If I hadn’t been cold and tired this might not have been problem -but somehow my crazy switch had been flicked and the process when something like this:

  • look for a restaurant that is local, cheap, tasty and suitable for gluten-free friend – never mind low cal.
  • find a restaurant that looks suitable except maybe for the low cal bit.
  • plan out food for today and tomorrow to see what kind of calories I might have to play with tomorrow night
  • panic
  • feel resentful
  • know that I could easily maintain this week but I’m in losing mode and I don’t want to screw up
  • feel more resentful
  • feel hungry – eat peanut butter out of the jar.
  • feel slightly better but still have the “What the Hell” feeling.
  • realise that I do not have it in me to eat very little just so I can eat a lot tomorrow night
  • eat more peanut butter – totally unplanned

Now I’m standing back and marvelling at how quickly I can go from “Lucky me” to “Oh crap”.

Aha!

I’ve just realised what flicked the switch:  I’ve committed to going to Weight Watchers on  Saturday morning.   All the negativity is because my WW scale crazies are taking over my sensible mind.

FACT: On my own scales, I’m more than 2 lbs lighter than I was last Saturday.

FACT: I’m not going to gain it all back eating sea bass at a Brazilian restaurant.

FACT: That weight loss might not show on Saturday morning.

FACT: I’m a bloody Gold Member who is several pounds below goal.

FACT: Just when you think you’re sane, along comes a scale moment and WHAM.

FACT: I’m fine now.  Time for a cup of tea.

Sanity restored.  Glad I’ve got this blog.

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And Results of Choices
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This afternoon I went for a run rather than blog because:

  • the sun peaked through the clouds
  • I had journalled to point that I realised there was nothing left for a glass of wine
  • I actually felt like exercise. (Please don’t get excited – this doesn’t happen very often)
  • Or the right planets aligned.

Because I did a long (for me) 4.5 miles yesterday, I decided that a quick 2 miles would be enough today.  I trotted off out the front door with 2 goals for this particular jaunt:

  • To do the 12 minute fitness test.  I only just figured out yesterday that my ipod has a stopwatch so I thought I’d give it a go.  I managed (according to gmaps pedometer) to cover 1.84 km (1840 metres) in 12 minutes which puts me at the top end of “average” for my age.  I’m happy with that.  If I can cover just another 60 meters, I’ll be at the bottom of “above average”.  That’s a reasonable  short-term goal, I think.
  • To run as far as I felt I could – then keep running to the next lamppost or other suitable landmark. It hurt but I did it whether I’d been running for 5 minutes or 1 minute.  One day, I’d like to run for a whole 30 minutes without needing to walk but for now I just want to learn how to push myself when I’m working out.  I’m a wimpy exerciser and find it hard to go that bit further or faster at the gym but somehow it was easier when there was something physical to aim for.

I used to be too self-conscious to run on my own outside but I’ve discovered a wonderful secret.  Ready?…….wearing a baseball cap.  Because no one will recognise me wearing a baseball cap, right?

Don’t answer that.  It’s helping so I’m going to keep doing it. Sunglasses make it even better. Plug in the ipod and it’s like a full-on cloak of invisibility.    :)

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