At least it's only one step back. Well, I realize I haven't written anything lately. I'm not all that motivated to write. Or to lose weight, evidently, because this Sunday at weigh-in I was UP 3 lbs, can you believe it?!? It's discouraging, since today our group leader sent a message saying we were 6 weeks into the program, halfway thru this session, and what did I have to really show for it but 3 lbs? Oh well, can't get too down on myself, because there have been other positive changes that I've noticed, like getting up every morning early to do my Bible reading and have my quiet time. (Actually wanting to get up, that's even better!! BUT what will that look like when I get my treadmill? Will I have to get up 45 mins before THAT? Ugh!) Like preparing more, being a little more organized, not fretting and rushing about. That's all good. Yielding my will to God's. That's harder than it sounds.
This is a short post, I'm up late and need to get up early (for my quiet time, of course!!) so I'll say alooooha. That reminds me....Sad news today, one of my good friends and mentors, a high school teacher of mine, Dave Eldredge, died of a heart attack yesterday at age 77. He was a great man - a strong and caring and noble Hawaiian man who taught me to love and respect my Hawaiian ancestry, and made me laugh too many times to recount. You know those people in your life that have made a big impact on you somehow, at some point in your life? A teacher, coach, friend, sister, whomever? I think we should tell those people what they mean to us, and how they influenced us. I did this the other day, to a gal I haven't seen in probably 20 years. Just put pen to paper and started telling her all that I remember about her awesome aloha spirit, her laughter, her cheerfulness, her beautiful singing and ukulele playing. Sheesh I went on and on. I didn't want to have the regret of failing to tell her how blessed I was by her life. I hope she was blessed in return.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Feeling good
We had a great weekend! Saturday we drove up to Massachusetts and spent the day in the gorgeous Berkshires, visiting Norman Rockwell's home, studio and museum, and the picturesque town of Stockbridge. Lots of gorgeous fall color to share with my mother-in-law Marlene, who is visiting. Beautiful up there! We missed the ferry back to Port Jeff, but good old Tim, our trusty chauffeur, took us home via Manhattan.
Sunday was a busy busy day, but I'm starting to feel good about this challenge I'm on. Not that the weight is dropping off so quickly, but I am starting to feel a better balance, and more in control of my eating, esp emotional eating. Meaning, I'm not emotionally eating right now. I'm preparing meals, eating smaller portions, choosing better food, not depriving myself, eating half of the portions when I eat out, all that good stuff. And I also don't feel like a failure when I have dessert, because it's okay to have it every so often.
I started out on Sunday with half an apple and half a string cheese, something I wouldn't ever have considered "fuel" or breakfast before, but I was running a 5K and I didn't want to eat too much and feel yucky while I ran, and honestly I wasn't all that hungry. So I ran a 5K in my best 5K time ever, which was 35:38. I was trying to get 34, at Tim's encouragement, but my time didn't suck. It was a flat and relatively easy course, for a good cause, and it got me up and exercising, so it was worth it!
Had time to rush back home, shower, and head to my First Place 4 Health meeting, where the focus was yielding to God, and evaluating fitness goals. I weighed in at 186.9, not a great big loss this week, but again, feeling balanced and on a good path. Ate a breakfast bar for breakfast, headed back home and got ready for our afternoon/evening in Manhattan!
I knew we would be having an early dinner at Victors, our favorite Cuban spot on 52nd St in the City, so I didn't eat anything before seeing Jude Law as Hamlet. We loved the show. I felt zero guilt eating the lechon, dirty rice and beans, yucca, two mojitos (!) and a guava cobbler with vanilla ice cream for dessert! One, I had eaten sensibly all week, and two, only ate half my meal because I was full only halfway thru. But I kept trying to go back and eat it, just one more bite, because it was so delicious! That was the hard part, looking at it on my plate, knowing it was delicious, but also knowing I was full. I won't even lie and say I was worried about starving children in Ethiopia, I was not, and I didn't care about the waste of food, I just wanted it because it was good, and it was there. Finally Tim finished it, and the waiter took it away, and the agony was over! But I felt great afterward! Full, but great, proud of myself!!
Sunday was a busy busy day, but I'm starting to feel good about this challenge I'm on. Not that the weight is dropping off so quickly, but I am starting to feel a better balance, and more in control of my eating, esp emotional eating. Meaning, I'm not emotionally eating right now. I'm preparing meals, eating smaller portions, choosing better food, not depriving myself, eating half of the portions when I eat out, all that good stuff. And I also don't feel like a failure when I have dessert, because it's okay to have it every so often.
I started out on Sunday with half an apple and half a string cheese, something I wouldn't ever have considered "fuel" or breakfast before, but I was running a 5K and I didn't want to eat too much and feel yucky while I ran, and honestly I wasn't all that hungry. So I ran a 5K in my best 5K time ever, which was 35:38. I was trying to get 34, at Tim's encouragement, but my time didn't suck. It was a flat and relatively easy course, for a good cause, and it got me up and exercising, so it was worth it!
Had time to rush back home, shower, and head to my First Place 4 Health meeting, where the focus was yielding to God, and evaluating fitness goals. I weighed in at 186.9, not a great big loss this week, but again, feeling balanced and on a good path. Ate a breakfast bar for breakfast, headed back home and got ready for our afternoon/evening in Manhattan!
I knew we would be having an early dinner at Victors, our favorite Cuban spot on 52nd St in the City, so I didn't eat anything before seeing Jude Law as Hamlet. We loved the show. I felt zero guilt eating the lechon, dirty rice and beans, yucca, two mojitos (!) and a guava cobbler with vanilla ice cream for dessert! One, I had eaten sensibly all week, and two, only ate half my meal because I was full only halfway thru. But I kept trying to go back and eat it, just one more bite, because it was so delicious! That was the hard part, looking at it on my plate, knowing it was delicious, but also knowing I was full. I won't even lie and say I was worried about starving children in Ethiopia, I was not, and I didn't care about the waste of food, I just wanted it because it was good, and it was there. Finally Tim finished it, and the waiter took it away, and the agony was over! But I felt great afterward! Full, but great, proud of myself!!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Bake cupcakes while fasting!
What a concept! At first I thought it was ridiculous to even think about baking sweets during a fast, especially in the evening when I was likely to be the most hungry. But, it was a good idea, after all, and nobody got a cupcake from batter that I dipped my finger into, several times. It was actually helpful to know that eating was not an option. Why did I fast? Especially during my new First Place 4 Health program of healthy and balanced eating and life management? Well, primarily because one of our church members is very ill, and his wife asked the congregation to fast and pray for him, so I did. Also went to a prayer meeting for him that day, and enjoyed a beautiful Fall day with my mother-in-law who is visiting. I didn't ever struggle NOT to eat, I must say. Maybe it's because I've done the Master Cleanse/Lemonaide Diet for 9 days (twice), so the thought of a one-day fast was a piece of (proverbial) cake!
Backing up to Sunday, my "weigh in" day after completing one week of the First Place 4 Health program. I was really mindful of my eating all week, but lost interest in writing it down after a few days. Plus, there is no column for "apple pie a la mode" and I didn't think it would be honest to break it up under "fruit" and "grain" - I'm still getting used to the tracker. This one measures portion size instead of calories or points, which is new to me. You decide what your calorie spread is, for the day, based on your goals and age, etc... and then it tells you the portion size of each food group (1.5-2 cups of fruit per day, for instance). So you can't, say, have six cups of spinach for zero points, because, although the calories are minimal, it doesn't address the question of portion size. Something new. Anyway, on Sunday I weighed in at 187.5, down 6 lbs from last week, probably due mainly to the nightie I was wearing to weigh in, as opposed to last week's suit of armor. You gotta do what you gotta do to succeed, right? We laughed about wearing camis and sheer, chiffon skirts in the dead of winter during weigh-in!!! And forget about wearing boots!
Ok, so my weekly goals are:
Recording what I eat, judging accurately the portion size
Get out to run or even walk more often, more than once a week!
Backing up to Sunday, my "weigh in" day after completing one week of the First Place 4 Health program. I was really mindful of my eating all week, but lost interest in writing it down after a few days. Plus, there is no column for "apple pie a la mode" and I didn't think it would be honest to break it up under "fruit" and "grain" - I'm still getting used to the tracker. This one measures portion size instead of calories or points, which is new to me. You decide what your calorie spread is, for the day, based on your goals and age, etc... and then it tells you the portion size of each food group (1.5-2 cups of fruit per day, for instance). So you can't, say, have six cups of spinach for zero points, because, although the calories are minimal, it doesn't address the question of portion size. Something new. Anyway, on Sunday I weighed in at 187.5, down 6 lbs from last week, probably due mainly to the nightie I was wearing to weigh in, as opposed to last week's suit of armor. You gotta do what you gotta do to succeed, right? We laughed about wearing camis and sheer, chiffon skirts in the dead of winter during weigh-in!!! And forget about wearing boots!
Ok, so my weekly goals are:
Recording what I eat, judging accurately the portion size
Get out to run or even walk more often, more than once a week!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Molly Moves Out
I was kinda ticked that a children's book caused so much drama in my household today! Trying to be a good mom, and encourage Jack's "love of reading", we started the morning with the book Molly Moves Out about a little rabbit (one of 8 siblings) who decides it's too noisy and crowded at her house, everyone breaks her stuff and ransacks her room, and so she's movin' out. She actually does move out (no age given, but I'm assuming she's the eldest sibling, so maybe 12?!?!?) into a little house across the meadow. She goes for two weeks happy as a clam in her quiet, clean house, with nobody bothering her. By week 3 Molly is a little sad and doesn't quite know why. So we assume that it will end like it should end, right? She's supposed to figure out that she misses her sibs and her parents, and MOVES BACK HOME. It's a CHILDREN'S book! But, no. She meets a neighbor, a mouse, and the two become the best of friends. She's all but forgotten her family! Maybe she has actually forgotten her family, because one day they all show up on her doorstep and she is surprised to see them! The moral of the story is "leave your blasted noisy, irritating family behind and never look back." What???
So my crazy, emotional son has tried twice today, twice, to "move out." He stuffs his pillowcase with his junk and walks out the door saying, "I'm movin out!" When I say he needs to stay on our property he freaks out, "How can I move out on our property?? I have to go to Savino's house and live there!" Jack loves our neighbor Savino, he wants to go over there every day and play with him. Trouble is, poor Savino is in 4th grade and he is very kind and puts up with Jack, the Kindergardener. Jack truly idolizes Savino. I think he figures "movin' out" means he gets to stay with Savino. In fact, the second time he tried, this evening, he packed up again and said, "I'm movin' out! I'm going to live at Savino's house and be his little brother!" And then had a major meltdown when Tim told him that "sorry, you still have to live here with us!" You know I'm hiding that book now. We are never reading that again. What a dumb book.
I know this had nothing to do with my weight loss goals, but we made apple pie today from the apples we picked the other day, so, in other words, I ate apple pie, which doesn't make for inspirational weight-loss reading.
So my crazy, emotional son has tried twice today, twice, to "move out." He stuffs his pillowcase with his junk and walks out the door saying, "I'm movin out!" When I say he needs to stay on our property he freaks out, "How can I move out on our property?? I have to go to Savino's house and live there!" Jack loves our neighbor Savino, he wants to go over there every day and play with him. Trouble is, poor Savino is in 4th grade and he is very kind and puts up with Jack, the Kindergardener. Jack truly idolizes Savino. I think he figures "movin' out" means he gets to stay with Savino. In fact, the second time he tried, this evening, he packed up again and said, "I'm movin' out! I'm going to live at Savino's house and be his little brother!" And then had a major meltdown when Tim told him that "sorry, you still have to live here with us!" You know I'm hiding that book now. We are never reading that again. What a dumb book.
I know this had nothing to do with my weight loss goals, but we made apple pie today from the apples we picked the other day, so, in other words, I ate apple pie, which doesn't make for inspirational weight-loss reading.
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