Millie

After 30 years of battling the same 30 pounds, I decided that the permanent solution lay in talking and talking and talking until the underlying issues got figured out. Welcome to the work in progress! Gracie, Mardee & Donna also drop by to chat about their own weight loss journeys.

Dec 212009
 
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The weekend was a lovely blur of socializing and Christmas shopping. We stayed at our favourite hotel – with the comfiest bed in the universe. Really. We had three dinners and one lunch with friends and caught up with fifteen people we hadn’t seen since summer. We shopped and I had a brainwave for the supposedly (but not really, come on, it’s Christmas!) adult children’s stockings. We even wrapped a pile of presents. And now I’m home.

But this is about pizza. View the following:

Exhibit A


Exhibit B


After many years of living with a Pizza Express on every corner, Exhibit B is our “normal”, ubiquitous even, pizza.   And we had completely forgotten the bad old days of deep dish cheese-fest pizza – until Saturday night.  It was gastronomically overwhelming, and not having the greatest stomach these days, it was a struggle to eat even one piece.

The whole experience sure highlighted how it really is possible to completely change the way you think and feel about unhealthy, even favourite unhealthy, food.  There was a time when the gooey nightmare would have been our take-out order of choice but that is now a distant and almost unbelievable memory.  Really?  We preferred that?

What’s even more bizarre is that the healthy looking rocket (arugula) pizza is now a rare treat because, let’s face it, it’s not a piece of fish and a pile of steamed vegetables.   And I actually had a piece of fish and a pile of vegetables (not quite steamed) for dinner on Friday night.

I think I’m having an identity crisis.  When did all this happen to me?  When did I become a person who ordered a hunk of white fish for a dinner out?  When did I stop treating every restaurant meal as my last?  When did I stop craving and even start feeling queasy about a pound of melting ooze on a chewy bread base?

I guess the whole “this is a lifestyle, not a diet” rhetoric eventually actually becomes reality.  You start off forcing yourself to stick to a plan, repeating that unconvincing phrase because it sure as hell feels like a diet!  Then one day you wake up craving a thin crust, a few parmesan shavings and a pile of slightly bitter greens.

Weird but wonderful.

Dec 182009
 
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It’s not as though I haven’t been thinking tons about what I’m doing and not doing – but the actual act of writing it all down has got lost in the tinsel, gingerbread and shopping lists.

I’ve put on two pounds which may or may not be “real”. I need vegetables but can’t find them in any satisfactory form at a reasonable cost.

I will be eating out three meals a day until Monday so commit to the following:

  • order smallest size of everything – it’s always enough
  • everything on the side – tastes better that way
  • don’t bother with desserts – they always disappoint
  • don’t even think about the baked goods that could accompany every single cappuccino

Enjoy the company
Enjoy the food
Get the shopping done!

See you on Monday.

Dec 142009
 
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I rarely get sick. My viral history for 2009 was a three day cold in January.

But I get things. Things that require prodding and poking and scanning and sometimes slicing and dicing. And when I get these things I find it hard to think of anything else.

I guess you’ve guessed that I’ve got a thing.

I was great with the GP telling me that I had an ulcer. And fine when she suggested an ultrasound to rule out gallstones.

But the words “cystic” and “lesion” in the same sentence have sent my anxiety levels into the stratosphere. DO NOT GOOGLE THEM. In fact, I haven’t given you enough information to make googling a worthwhile adventure.

Last year I started with – “let’s just have this checked” and was under a general anaesthetic within the month. It seems to be happening again. And it makes Christmas a very stressy time.

So what does this all do to the eating?
Part of me can’t eat because I feel kind of sick.
Part of me wants to stuff down the carbs to quell the anxiety.
Part of me wants to eat a tub of ice-cream to prove that I’m not losing weight as a symptom of a fatal disease.
But all of me really wants to be sane.
Sadly, it being Christmas, and me being all alone in this house until the end of the week, this may not be a possibility. (Thank God for the arrival of the husband on Friday – he knows me.)

My GP is not worried and told me three times in one conversation not to let it spoil my Christmas. She did point out that, if they were really worried, I would have been rushed in on the 2 week plan for people with suspected cancer.

(It’s an extraordinary policy of the UK government and it works – at least in our area. The downside, of course, was the time I got rushed to the breast cancer clinic within 10 days of seeing my GP about one-sided breast pain and I was a messy mess – dead and gone – until the findings came back negative for anything. Again, DO NOT GOOGLE)

So I’m still weighing myself every morning to prove that I’m not wasting away.
I don’t think I’m yellow – but the lighting in this house does give everything an amber hue…….
I only started to itch all over when I read that it’s a symptom of liver cancer and I try not to count symptoms with such timing.

And I’ve tried to ignore the articles that say the worst cases have no symptoms at all. Bother!

I’m going to try to write more this week and worry less. However, you may hear a tiny whisper of anxiety behind everything I say. Or maybe a giant shout. But I need to keep this project going. The one thing I don’t want to do is gain ten pounds out of groundless fear. It just ends up being a pain and a disappointment when I’m all healed up and healthy again. And I should be healed up and healthy but the end of January. Be positive with me!

Dec 092009
 
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My default mode for “taking it easy on myself” is to let myself eat what I want and sit around watching endless tv or burying myself in a book avoiding the responsibilities that are pressing in on all sides.

Part of this Talking It Off process is resetting my default modes when it comes to behaviour that leads to weight gain.

So how am I going to lighten up and take care of myself during this stressful time?

  • I can let go of all those things that are sad or hard but that I can’t change.  I’m not going waste another minute worrying about them.
  • I can live in the certainly that anything can be dealt with as it arises and not a minute sooner.  This is a time of year to live in the moment and make the most of the process.
  • I can trust that Christmas is going to be great because of all the people coming together.
  • I can eat to nourish my body – not to insulate myself against the stress.  It doesn’t work anyway.
  • I can set my sights on moving around and doing rather than sitting around and brooding.
  • I can allow myself to celebrate getting the little things done.
  • I can ignore the big picture for a while.
  • I can let other people share in taking responsibility for the collective happiness of the family.
  • I can just let go and trust.

OK – I guess it’s pep-talk season!

Dec 092009
 
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This, of course is just another phrase for discombobulation. At the end of October I wrote:

The tidal motion of hormones is something I’d better get used to.  When I take the time to pay attention to what’s going on with my body and my emotions then I come through the storms pretty much unscathed.  But those weeks when I’m already stressed by work and the husband does something which may be just a little annoying and the kids don’t phone – or they do phone and they NEED me – well, that’s when my “crazy head” runs all over the place screaming that the ship is going down – swim for your lives!

I guess I should listen to myself sometimes.

Is life stressful right now?  yes

Is the hormone wave threatening?  yes

Is Christmas looming?  yes

Can I control the weather?  no

Can I bring Dad back for Mom?  no

What can I control?  Well there’s a good question.

I can eat well.  I can drink more water – yes, I mean expensive bottled mineral water. I can do a couple of the things that are on my list.  I can accept that I can’t do everything.  I can “live life lightly” till this moment passes.

So how do I make decisions when I feel so indecisive?  I guess I can take a deep breath and do something.  Then I can smile at my ineptitude if it doesn’t all work out perfectly.

I need to go easy on myself but in the right ways…….this is turning into another post.

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Dec 072009
 
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I loved the look of the other theme but it was lacking a couple of features that make writing more of a pleasure – specifically an edit button. This one also has a nifty thing for finding previous posts at the bottom of the page.

So welcome to the new-look site!

 Posted by at 5:42 pm
Dec 062009
 
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Below are my weights the past few mornings.

Since I had freaked myself out about needing an mri, I decided that I needed to know for sure that I wasn’t losing weight because I was ill but because I was eating less and moving more. I needed to prove that I did have an appetite and was not going to end up wasting away like my mother. So I ate. Maybe you can tell from the stats on which day I ate the most.

Wednesday-144.2
Thursday-145.6-after a day of pretty heavy eating. interesting.
Friday-145.6
Saturday-148 Really? In 24 hours? Interesting……
Sunday-144.4 After one normal healthy day – see why daily weighing works for me?

Mardee commented on my post about eating anything I wanted that she couldn’t do that “with impunity”. After looking up “with impunity” :-) – without having to deal with the consequences – I have to agree with her. There are always going to be consequences for me when I decide to just go out and EAT – mindfully or mindlessly- and I did some of both.

Consequence 1: Weight

There is no doubt that unfettered eating means my weight goes up. But it doesn’t mean that I actually gained almost 4 pounds of fat in a couple of days. However, if I’d gone to WW on Saturday and had my one weekly weigh-in, I might have believed that I had actually gained all that weight. That’s why daily weighing works for me. It keeps me sane in a way that the weekly weigh-in cannot.

Consequence 2: Head Damage (can’t think what else to call it)

A couple of days of unfettered eating leads to a mindset that’s hard to reign in. In other words, once I’ve opened that loaf of bread, it’s hard to imagine preparing a pile of roast vegetables, lean meat and basmati rice. Once I’ve spread the butter on the bread, I know that nothing green, red or orange is bound to pass my lips for the rest of the day.

Consequence 3:  Long Term Damage

This is something that has changed over this year.  When I started eating in grief last January, I didn’t stop for well over a month by which time the weight gain and head damage were real.  In previous years, it’s taken several months or more.  Even this time, I was hoping to stop after a day but it took four.   I know now how easy it is to fall back into a lazy carb-dominated diet.

Weird? Pathetic? Undisciplined? Why yes, thank you – all of the above. But that’s why I’m here and talking about this stuff.

 Posted by at 8:27 am
Dec 052009
 
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Once I fall into the Ditch of Little Effort I find it hard to get back to my more energetic life. The ditch is comfy and warm and…..well, fat-producing.

So I think I need a plan starting right now.

Porridge for breakfast – with yoghourt and blueberries – cooked on the stove and not the microwave.

Soup for lunch – there’s a butternut squash, onion and 2 potatoes in the cupboard under the sink just waiting for that destiny.

Dinner….turkey chilli I think – a batch should last a couple of days. Black beans, peppers and onions are already in the cupboard.

And some fruit. I’ll buy some oranges. Oranges are not good fruit for the lazy. Anyone living in the Ditch of Little Effort will not want to be bothered with the peeling palaver.

And I will walk today – as I’m not going to the city or waiting for the oven repairman, I’m going to walk along the seawall and maybe get a cup of tea at the local cafe.

So that’s a plan.
I can also:

  • go in search of Christmas decorations in the basement
  • clear out all the old baking supplies in my mom’s cupboards and replace with new
  • start the gingerbread house – but not buy the candy until ready to glue them on to the house
  • sort books and take them to the thrift shop
  • send the hundreds of begging letters back to their senders with a little note that the man they’re asking for money has been dead almost a year

I wish I could be more philosophical this morning and say wise things about losing weight and keeping it off, but, when I’m mired in laziness, the only way forward is a plan.  And it has to be in writing or it will dissipate in a sea of vague notions about what I ought to be doing.

Till tomorrow.  M.

Dec 042009
 
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So for two days I ate what I wanted and, most tellingly, what required no preparation on my part.

EUREKA!   I think I’ve just discovered something!

I’m not so sure that I get into the habit of eating carbs because they have some powerful effect on my physical self.  I think I eat them because they are easy.  When I give myself permission to eat whatever and however I want, I choose lazy eating.  Bread is lazy.  Bread and butter is lazy.  Bread and butter for two meals a day is really really lazy.

Bread and butter with a couple of really nasty leftover chocolate thingies is beyond the pale of lazy.

According to my on-line journal, I have gone from eating twice the required amount of fruit and veg to virtually nothing.  I didn’t even eat the fruit garnish on my lunch plate at a restaurant yesterday.

So today it’s back to cooking porridge and making soup and preparing vegetables.  I’ll let you know how it goes.

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