Hurrah! Progress! This morning I weighed in at 225 lbs and my waist measurement went down to 41 inches! We are now rolling! Despite my recent mishaps involving cake I am pleased to see that I am getting results. I attribute this success to my regular and rigorous walking regimen. Wednesdays and Fridays I have a good long walk of an hour at least and the rest of the time I manage to get about that much. It also helps that I have a really heavy and unwieldy double stroller to lug around.
It is so important to have a walking partner who will keep you on task. Two weeks ago on a Friday it was just pouring rain and I really didn't want to do the "big walk" but my walking buddy prodded me along and, although I got soaked, I had a good time and I felt very righteous for doing it.
So, fill up a water bottle or two, bring a sunshade for the kids in the stroller, and slap on the sunscreen. Also walk in the morning before it gets too hot- we are not going for unbearable here.
Wednesday, 6 July 2011
Tuesday, 5 July 2011
A Worrying Development
I shocked myself yesterday. Over the past week or so my resolve has been tested as I am sure is the natural rhythm of any drastic lifestyle change. I have been facing stresses within my family: husband ill, baby teething, and toddler being, well, her age. I have not been sleeping properly and have been feeling generally strained. This was not a good environment to also have the temptation of a table full of chocolate cupcakes (a commission from my landlady).
Well, confession time. I was icing cupcakes yesterday and completely lost control of myself. Before I knew it I was slapping gobs of icing on a leftover slab of cake and shoving it into my face. It was like I was watching myself doing it and trying to protest. Afterward I was so disgusted with myself. I actually went into the washroom and tried to make myself throw it all up. That is when I took a mental step back and said to myself "what the hell are you doing?!". I am NOT that person.
I suppose that this is rather skewed sign of commitment on my part. A month ago I would have shrugged my shoulders and somehow validated my little gorge session. It's just that I have been so good since I started this path and to find myself doing something so out of character is really disconcerting.
I am realizing more and more the unhealthy relationship that I have with food when I am overtired and stressed. I am strongly aware of my habit of comfort eating and it has been getting the better of me for too long. The worst part of it is that because I feel down about what has happened, I want to eat more junk, even though I know that will only make things worse.
I am tempted to lock things down even more severely but I am worried that it will stop being a positive experience. I think I will just do my best to stay the course with Strict Week during the week and a bit more relaxed on the weekends. I have not been keeping up with the Four Lists so I am going to start writing weekly meal plans. I think that will be the easy push to get myself back on track.
Above all, I am determined not to let this get me down. It was a valuable learning experience about my own weaknesses and limits and I can now say that I know where I need to watch myself and to care for myself. If I feel weak then I know there are other things afoot and I need to look after myself a little better.
Well, confession time. I was icing cupcakes yesterday and completely lost control of myself. Before I knew it I was slapping gobs of icing on a leftover slab of cake and shoving it into my face. It was like I was watching myself doing it and trying to protest. Afterward I was so disgusted with myself. I actually went into the washroom and tried to make myself throw it all up. That is when I took a mental step back and said to myself "what the hell are you doing?!". I am NOT that person.
I suppose that this is rather skewed sign of commitment on my part. A month ago I would have shrugged my shoulders and somehow validated my little gorge session. It's just that I have been so good since I started this path and to find myself doing something so out of character is really disconcerting.
I am realizing more and more the unhealthy relationship that I have with food when I am overtired and stressed. I am strongly aware of my habit of comfort eating and it has been getting the better of me for too long. The worst part of it is that because I feel down about what has happened, I want to eat more junk, even though I know that will only make things worse.
I am tempted to lock things down even more severely but I am worried that it will stop being a positive experience. I think I will just do my best to stay the course with Strict Week during the week and a bit more relaxed on the weekends. I have not been keeping up with the Four Lists so I am going to start writing weekly meal plans. I think that will be the easy push to get myself back on track.
Above all, I am determined not to let this get me down. It was a valuable learning experience about my own weaknesses and limits and I can now say that I know where I need to watch myself and to care for myself. If I feel weak then I know there are other things afoot and I need to look after myself a little better.
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