Monthly Archives: December 2008

Back in the City

Jason, Murphy and I went drove up to Jason’s parents for an early Christmas on Friday. They live in Seneca, SC which is about 2 hours from Atlanta.

Since we don’t know Murphy all too well, we were a little worried about how he’d react. Jason’s parents have two small dogs and Jason’s brother and sister-in-law, who drove down from Charleston, have a huge Rottweiler. There was no need to worry; Murphy had the time of his life.
He got that blue thing for a present and LOVES it.

I had a fun weekend but ate like shit. There just aren’t a lot of healthy options in a small town. It’s hard enough to find a restaurant that has a veggie option much less a healthy one. Sometimes I do feel like a burden because I’m picky about my food and I just didn’t want to add to the burden, so I ate what was offered. For lunch, we went to an American restaurant. I got a tuna steak sandwich with veggies instead of fries. There was still a lot of butter involved, but I figured it was a better choice than many others. For dinner, they ordered pizza. I had a veggie one, but there was a lot of cheese on it. I also consumed some wine and various chocolates.

I got a little bit of exercise. We took Murphy for some walks. I didn’t go for a run. I haven’t run with Murphy and I don’t know how he’ll be on the leash. I also only brought Uggs. We did have one little debacle with the dog. People were coming in and out of the house and he got out (so did the other dogs, but they’re trained to come when called). He saw a squirrel and some birds and booked it down the street. We got him back, but it scared me. If he had done that in Atlanta, he would have quite possibly been hit by a car. Fortunately, there weren’t any cars on the road when it happened so it was okay. We’re working on training, but starting with “sit” so he hasn’t learned “come” yet.

I’m trying to get back into the swing of exercise again. I mean, I only took one day off, I’m not sure why I feel like it’s been a long time. I went to Pilates class today which was nice. Tomorrow I’ll either run or spin. I didn’t count my Weight Watchers points yesterday; it was probably a lot but I’ll just try to stick with the actual number of points (21) for the rest of the week and not use my flex or activity points to make up for it.

Onwards and Upwards

I took the picture of the jeans down from my monitor. I think it was doing me more harm than good. The original idea was to have the picture be a motivational tool. I would look at the picture of my goal and think about what I should or shouldn’t do to achieve it. But the problem was it was just making me feel bad about myself. Looking at my “skinny” jeans didn’t stop me from eating the junk food in the breakroom. When I did eat it, I didn’t even enjoy myself. Instead of feeling like I should be able to enjoy a holiday treat sometimes and that some were definitely worth it, I’d look at the jeans and think that I’d failed and I would never reach my goal. My mother always tells me that when I’m upset about something and talking/thinking about it, instead of getting it off my shoulders and feeling better, I always get even more worked up. It’s kind of the same thing when I get down on myself, my negativity just breeds even more negativity. So for right now, I choose to remove the source of the immediate problem. It’s not the source of everything, but if I’m trying just as hard in my weight loss efforts, removing a picture that turned out to be almost a trigger for low self esteem can’t hurt anything.

Onwards and upwards.

I’m actually quite proud of myself for my attention to portion control yesterday. We had a holiday luncheon at Muss & Turners. I ordered The Hummer (giggle, giggle) and when it came it was pretty big. I ate half and the put the rest in a box to eat for lunch today. Half was plenty. I also went out to dinner at Mali for my friend Joan’s birthday. I had two pieces of sushi as an appetizer and then ate about half of my entree. I had some sort of shrimp and scallop stir-fry.

Running shiz

I signed up for the ING Georgia Half Marathon in the end of March. I’ve done this race twice – last year I did the half and the year before I did the full. I have basically 16 weeks to train. Unfortunately, I’m out of running shape at the moment. Sometimes I trick myself into thinking that because I still do “cardio” at the gym, I can still run. Yeah, not so much. I am trying to start again and to ignore the voice in my head that makes me get down on myself because what used to be easy to me isn’t anymore. If I keep at it, It’ll get easier. I know this and it happens every time that I take a break from running. But it still sucks to start again. I did 2.75 miles on the treadmill during lunch and it was hard! I did the first mile at 6.3, the second one and a half at 6.0 and the last .25 at 5.8. So, what’s the best way to go about this? Do I start trying for distance first at a slower pace or do I try to increase both my distance and my speed at the same time? I’m planning on using Hal Higdon’s novice plan even though I’m not technically a novice. My friend Joan is also doing the race with me and she’s never run a half before. She’s about to move within walking distance to my house, so I’ll have someone to do my long runs with.

I’m also going to get Murphy into training shape. Eventually. We’ll have to work on “sit” and “stop jumping” first.

HBBc – 2.75

I can has a puppy


Ramblin’ On

Take notice of the bounty of goodies that is displayed in the office breakroom. If you look closely, you’ll see that this table of deliciousness is different, save for the popcorn tin, from what I posted last week.
It’s hard to ignore; the break room is where the water cooler is and I go in there multiple times a day to fill up my water cup.

I have a co-worker who, in the past year or so, has lost a lot of weight, something like 50 pounds. I asked her how she passes up the goodies everyday and she said that she has a picture of herself up in her office at her heaviest weight and that picture helps her see the big picture. She suggested that I do something similar. So I took a picture of a pair of jeans. They’re about 3 or 4 years old which is kind of evident by their lack of style. In any event, these jeans used to be super comfortable. Now, I can barely zip them up. My thighs resemble sausages in them. So my goal, with all of that weight watchers shit and working out and all is to fit into these jeans again. And then throw them away. I am not allowed to get rid of them until they fit. Weird logic, I guess but it’s easy to just dismiss an item of clothes as something to give to good will because it’s old rather than because it’s too small.

So the picture of the jeans is taped to my monitor.

According to B, my co-worker, every time I am tempted by the holiday food, I should look at my jeans picture and think about the bigger picture. Which is going to make me happier in the long run? Wearing the jeans comfortably or eating a piece of chocolate?

So that’s the idea, but sometimes it just doesn’t work that way. Like after I ate my healthy lunch today, I WANTED SOME CHOCOLATE. I literally told myself that I needed to get some more water (even though my cup wasn’t empty) and tippietoed around the chocolate and I just couldn’t help myself. I weighed my choices and I went for it. A piece of Harry & David’s chocolate. (The gold wrapped candies on the table) And you know what? It was delicious. And you know what else? One piece of chocolate isn’t going to derail my weight loss. That one piece satisfied me and now I am not sitting in my office, trying to find excuses to go into the break room again. My water cup is definitely full right now.

I just typed the paragraph above and thought about it. Do I really feel that way? It’s hard, I have so many conflicting thoughts about the whole thing. I read a lot of blogs where the author’s have employed the whole moderation is key theory and have lost weight. Then I see people like my co-worker, who doesn’t seem to ever indulge and she’s lost a lot of weight. In my mind, I do everything right. I eat well, I work out, I indulge infrequently. But because none of this seems to be working, I start thinking that what I think of as infrequent indulgences might really be too much. I mean, something is not working. I just can’t put my finger on what. I don’t want to think it was the one Harry & David’s Chocolate (which was maybe 2 points) but I don’t know what else to think.

Okay, soooo rambly. Sorry.

I wrote that stuff earlier today. Sometimes when I’m sort of bored at work, I think I get too into my head. I start thinking too much which inevitably leads to worrying. Fortunately, the rest of my day got better.

I dont’ know how much I’ve written about this, probably not that much, but Jason and I have been trying to adopt a dog for a while now. We met a new one today and I think he might be the one. Here is me trying to get him to smile for the camera, although it looks like I’m choking him!
We visited with the dog for about an hour. The way that the organization works is you meet the dog (which in itself can be harder said than done; there sometimes are waitlists) then you decide if you like him, then the foster of the dog decides if they like YOU and if all goes well, you get the dog. The foster seemed to like us, so I guess we’ll know tomorrow if we get him!

After our doggie visit, we went to Fontainesfor dinner. They have $5 oyster specials on Tuesdays. I’m not a fan, but Jason likes them a lot.
I normally get mussels but decided on something different. I had the snow crab legs.
They were pretty good but NOTHING can compare to Maryland Blue Crab. I’m so spoiled from growing up there.

I also had a light beer and a few fries. And some popcorn and a weight watchers ice cream. Oops.

HBBC – 2

Once again, I got nothing

I did cook.

And spin.

HBBC – 4

Again with the tummy aches

My stomach hurts again! I don’t know why; I didn’t partake in any of the usual suspects – diet coke, splenda, alcohol. It’s frustrating the way I feel sick all the time. I shouldn’t say sick. It’s not debilitating, but it’s not fun either. I’m pretty sure it’s IBS. I’ve had issues with my stomach for as long as I can remember. I really have never brought it up to the doctor because it’s just always been there and it sort of never occurred to me that maybe I can do something to prevent it. When I say my stomach hurts, I don’t exactly mean it hurts. It’s more of a very uncomfortable gassy and bloated feeling and basically, I feel like I need to go to the bathroom. It also seems to intensify when I’m stressed out.

Aside from the stomach woes, today was a better day. I did not feel well at all yesterday right up until I went to sleep. I ended up sleeping for almost 10 hours and finally felt better when I woke up. I managed to have a somewhat productive day, quite a change from yesterday’s slothfullness (is that a word?). I did some laundry, took the recycling to Whole Foods, went to the gym and…well, that’s it. Oh, I also made some No Pudge Brownies. Not sure if that counts towards my productivity but we’ll say it does for shits and giggles!

Gym sucked. I hadn’t been since Wednesday which is sort of rare for me. I did 1.25 miles on the treadmill, 10 minutes on the stepmill and 20 minutes on the Arc Trainer. I really sweated up a storm. I felt like the toxins from the alcohol on Friday night were pouring out of my body. I don’t know if that really happens that way, but it felt like it.

HBBC – 3.25