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It’s going to be one of those weeks.  It’s only mid-day on Monday and here’s what’s going on:

  • hormone waves (don’t expect calm and collected at the moment)
  • carb cravings (don’t buy any more bread please, thank you)
  • just a wee bit cranky (should probably not call a customer service department this week)
  • still fighting a sore throat – week 3 of a virus and very very tired. (just as well – won’t be interacting with other humans much)

Oh – and I have to deliver a workshop on Friday and am feeling alarmingly cavalier about the whole thing.

So – how is this all going to affect my last little weight loss effort?

If I repeat what I have eaten in the three and a half hours since I woke this morning, I am going to gain weight – lots of it,  no question.

So I’ll ask a different question – What am I going to do to make sure that I don’t gain weight between now and when hormone balance is restored?

Writing this is my first step.  I was sitting here playing my 12th game of spider solitaire planning my workshop and was seriously considering just saying that I was going to be away from my laptop for a week.  It would be easy to disappear and eat baked goods.  And pizza.

Instead I’m here – not entirely sure what’s next – but genuinely wanting it to be positive.

Sorry this is so unbearably boring.  I will shake things up when I have the energy.

 
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Yesterday I wrote:

I’m going to Weight Watchers this morning – for the community as much as anything else. I don’t know what their scale will say and I’ve stopped taking the card for them to write my weight on, so it really doesn’t matter. I’ve always dreamt of a scale-free WW meeting and I’ve kind of got it.

So I trotted down to the meeting and stood on the scale.

147 (with clothes, post coffee – that’s just fine)

I was yammering away as I stepped off and thought the weigher hadn’t seen the number.  So I stepped back on.

146.5

Interesting.  Do you see why I don’t really care what the WW scales say?

When I took my seat with some friends, they had both put on half a pound. Or had they?  Maybe we should go back to weighing in whole pounds of balance scales? I wonder if those who weigh in kilos and half kilos are less prone to this craziness.   I wish I had the answer to scale insanity.  I think they should have a WW topic about The Big Picture.  It’s really about what happens over a month – or a season – or a year that counts.

When you’re 10 lbs lighter than you were 2 months ago, that’s weight loss.

When you’re .5 lighter than you were last week, maybe it’s a loss and maybe it isn’t.

Here’s the big issue.  We get so emotionally wrapped up in what that scale says that we let it rule the following week.  I’m pretty sure the women who had small gains are too sane to let half a pound influence their eating.  But then people used to think I was sane too – but I really really wasn’t.  Half a pound on could lead to another pound on which would inevitably lead to quitting WW and putting on 20 pounds.

So I’m going to keep up the daily weighing.  I knew it could take away the power of my home scale but I am absolutely over the moon that it has snuffed out the power of the WW scale too.

 
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Every year at about this time I remember that I feel low every year at about this time. And it seems – from various on-line friends – that everyone is feeling the weight of March Madness. I wonder what it is about March that makes us feel so down?

Maybe it’s the “almost but not quite spring” in the air. Or maybe it’s the end of a season of enforced indoors – and we’re just about ready to crack. Or maybe it’s just that the stress of Christmas has finally caught up and steam-rolled over us.

Regardless of the reason, I remember now so I’m going to take some remedying steps.

  • walk in the (chilly) sunshine
  • work in the garden
  • see a couple of friends
  • plan something good and tasty and healthy for dinner

I’m going to Weight Watchers this morning – for the community as much as anything else. I don’t know what their scale will say and I’ve stopped taking the card for them to write my weight on, so it really doesn’t matter. I’ve always dreamt of a scale-free WW meeting and I’ve kind of got it. I should probably do something constructive with my rebellious nature. It’s been a while since I dreamt up something new – envisioned a life where I was making a difference.

March may be depressing but it also produces little shoots of hope. I’m going to focus on them for a while.

Oh – the sun disappeared while I was typing. Isn’t that just like March?

(resists temptation to climb back under duvet……)

 
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There’s good news and bad news.

Bad news first: turns out that anger is a very big hurdle when it comes to emotional eating.

The good news is that I don’t experience that kind of anger very often.

The rest of the bad news is that I encountered and ate my way through an episode this week.

I seem to have got better at dealing with boredom and I’ve got a bit better with grief – mostly because the grief has subsided over time.  But real anger still needs to be stuffed down and I stuffed it good!

So here I am feeling a little bit bruised – like I’ve survived something that I don’t want to go through again.  The sun is shining and all the things that were good about my life on Monday are still good on Friday.  So it’s time to look ahead and absolutely not to look back.

The cause of my anger has been resolved but it exposed some stuff that hasn’t been and that I need to work on.

In the mean time, after having eaten my body weight in baking, my hairdresser saw me for the first time in four months and blurted, “You’re tiny!”  So, whether I’m large or small, the hurdles of life need hurdling.  And eating excessively doesn’t make me un-tiny and it doesn’t help me get over the hurdles.

Yes, of course I knew that already in my head, but I seem to need to learn and relearn these things in practice as well as in theory.

Thank you God for sun and warmth and birds and spring and love even when life isn’t exactly how we think it should be. (Amen)

 
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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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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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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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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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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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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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