I've forgotten how awful it is to detox from sugar. Crushing fatigue, pounding headache, tunnel vision, and diarrhea. If I hadn't gone through it before I'd think I was dying! Just goes to show you how awful that stuff must be for you.
Since I'm here, I'll tell you that I choked down the most disgusting salad in the world today for lunch. It was raw spinach, steamed broccoli, and some black beans...doesn't that just sound gross? I meant to put salmon in until I realized we didn't have any, so I figured the beans would be a good substitute. They're not...this I now know. Oh, and no salad dressing - thought the beans would make it okay without it - which made it extra-hard to consume. But on the bright side, it was 4 servings of vegetables.
I'm not sure that makes me feel any better. ;)
By the way, I got on the scale this morning. Couldn't help it. I'm down 4 pounds from yesterday morning. Obviously "water weight", but I still feel victorious!
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
I'm a Superstar!
...well, at gaining weight, anyway. ;)
This morning I weighed in at a whopping 240.6 That's a 3-pound gain from last week. There's no sugar-coating it. It's just disgusting.
And it's all my fault, by the way. Pizza for dinner three nights during the week plus two trips out for ice cream PLUS a huge, fried Italian meal with dessert in there...that'll do it. Oh, and no exercise - the piece de resistance.
So what now? Well, I have to do better...this falls into the "No Shit" category. I'll be honest though, I am sick to death of counting calories. REALLY, really sick to death. I just can't flipping stand the thought of adding up the components to one more meal. But hey, I'm doing it anyway, because sometimes we just gotta do shit we don't wanna do. To combat my complaining, however, is a real action. I've taken a page out of the book (forgive the pun...you'll see) of a gorgeous friend of mine who has lost nearly 100 pounds, and I've started reading Fit for Life. I began reading it yesterday morning and am only 40 pages from the end, so I hope to finish it tonight. I'm not sure exactly how I feel about the science behind the book because I'm not sure it's truly sound, but what I do know is that people have gotten huge results from using the plan. It's nothing extreme or crazy like Atkins or any of those other nutty plans. And again, I really don't know if what he proposes makes sense, but it certainly doesn't seem dangerous or unhealthy. He's not advocating a crash diet or a weird, motor-oil-and-eye-of-newt detox, but rather a diet made up of 70% fruits and vegetables. He's against dairy entirely...I'm not really one for cutting whole food groups out of my diet, but I'm willing to be no-dairy for a bit to see if I feel better. Truth be told, the only dairy I really eat is yogurt and cheese, so that stuff is just gonna have to go for a while. Hubs and I use almond milk for regular purposes and So Delicious Coconut Milk Creamer for our coffee, so we're kind of halfway there as it is. Plus, Hubs is lactose-intolerant and I'm actually finding that dairy upsets my stomach as well. I didn't realize this until we started using the coconut milk in our coffee. (There's not one bit of difference in the taste or the texture, by the way.)
But for now, until I familiarize myself with the plan, I'm counting calories. I did adopt one important part of his plan already, which is to not eat anything but fruit before 12 PM. Is it weird? Yeah, kinda, and I don't know if there's any good reason to do it other than the one he gives (which has to do with elimination - a euphimism for shitting). Is it unhealthy or dangerous? Hell no, so why not? This morning I had a banana, a nectarine, and a V8 Fusion. Two things with this - he says to stay away from bananas unless you're very hungry and to stick with water-based fruits. Well, bananas were what we had, so a banana it is. We'll fix it the next time we go to the store. LOL Also, the V8 Fusion is not entirely fruit, as there's some veggie juice in there, but there are no other bizarre ingredients in it. Still and all, he prefers you drink fresh-squeezed juice if you're going to have it, but for now it's a V8 Fusion. I was going to make a blueberry-strawberry smoothie this morning but didn't have the time.
So that's the deal. I'll get on the horrible treadmill today because I have to do it...I'm feeling a little out of shape lately. Not abnormal considering I haven't been on the treadmill since May. ;)
Happy Monday!
This morning I weighed in at a whopping 240.6 That's a 3-pound gain from last week. There's no sugar-coating it. It's just disgusting.
And it's all my fault, by the way. Pizza for dinner three nights during the week plus two trips out for ice cream PLUS a huge, fried Italian meal with dessert in there...that'll do it. Oh, and no exercise - the piece de resistance.
So what now? Well, I have to do better...this falls into the "No Shit" category. I'll be honest though, I am sick to death of counting calories. REALLY, really sick to death. I just can't flipping stand the thought of adding up the components to one more meal. But hey, I'm doing it anyway, because sometimes we just gotta do shit we don't wanna do. To combat my complaining, however, is a real action. I've taken a page out of the book (forgive the pun...you'll see) of a gorgeous friend of mine who has lost nearly 100 pounds, and I've started reading Fit for Life. I began reading it yesterday morning and am only 40 pages from the end, so I hope to finish it tonight. I'm not sure exactly how I feel about the science behind the book because I'm not sure it's truly sound, but what I do know is that people have gotten huge results from using the plan. It's nothing extreme or crazy like Atkins or any of those other nutty plans. And again, I really don't know if what he proposes makes sense, but it certainly doesn't seem dangerous or unhealthy. He's not advocating a crash diet or a weird, motor-oil-and-eye-of-newt detox, but rather a diet made up of 70% fruits and vegetables. He's against dairy entirely...I'm not really one for cutting whole food groups out of my diet, but I'm willing to be no-dairy for a bit to see if I feel better. Truth be told, the only dairy I really eat is yogurt and cheese, so that stuff is just gonna have to go for a while. Hubs and I use almond milk for regular purposes and So Delicious Coconut Milk Creamer for our coffee, so we're kind of halfway there as it is. Plus, Hubs is lactose-intolerant and I'm actually finding that dairy upsets my stomach as well. I didn't realize this until we started using the coconut milk in our coffee. (There's not one bit of difference in the taste or the texture, by the way.)
But for now, until I familiarize myself with the plan, I'm counting calories. I did adopt one important part of his plan already, which is to not eat anything but fruit before 12 PM. Is it weird? Yeah, kinda, and I don't know if there's any good reason to do it other than the one he gives (which has to do with elimination - a euphimism for shitting). Is it unhealthy or dangerous? Hell no, so why not? This morning I had a banana, a nectarine, and a V8 Fusion. Two things with this - he says to stay away from bananas unless you're very hungry and to stick with water-based fruits. Well, bananas were what we had, so a banana it is. We'll fix it the next time we go to the store. LOL Also, the V8 Fusion is not entirely fruit, as there's some veggie juice in there, but there are no other bizarre ingredients in it. Still and all, he prefers you drink fresh-squeezed juice if you're going to have it, but for now it's a V8 Fusion. I was going to make a blueberry-strawberry smoothie this morning but didn't have the time.
So that's the deal. I'll get on the horrible treadmill today because I have to do it...I'm feeling a little out of shape lately. Not abnormal considering I haven't been on the treadmill since May. ;)
Happy Monday!
Monday, August 16, 2010
That'll Learn Me!
Okay, folks, I'm (mostly) recovered from my surgery, back to work (boo!), and back on the wagon. I've been off the wagon now for a good month or so but the party's over now. Are you dying to know how much I weigh? Because I'm dying to tell you!
237.4. Isn't that fabulous? That's only a nearly 10-pound gain since Christmas. I mean, really...couldn't have gone any better than that. [Insert eye-rolling here.]
So what did I learn? Well, I learned that I'm not as good as I think I am! I'm not anywhere close to an intuitive eater like I thought I was - I'm more of a donuts-cookies-brownies-ice cream-every-day kind of eater. I ate a lot of high fat, high calorie foods and don't think I even ate one fruit or vegetable on purpose.
I used my handy little Lose It! app on my iTouch this morning and it said that if I stick to my recommended calories per day to lose 2 pounds a week, I can be done by January. To think that I'll hit the Christmas season and be 10 pounds within my goal weight is a great incentive to just commit and quit stalling! I'm tired of dieting and I want to be finished, but I'm not going to finish until I hit my goal of 190 pounds. I have two vacations, a birthday, Thanksgiving, and Christmas in there, so while I might not reach it exactly by January, I'll give it till February. I'm having an awesome get-together in the city with friends this spring and I want to look even more amazing than I do now. ;)
Part of the challenge before I think was my calorie intake. I usually wasn't allowing myself to have anything over 1300 calories a day...considering that we need 1200 just to be alive, I know I wasn't eating enough. No wonder I was ravenous and the came home and scarfed food out of the pantry. My LoseIt! app tells me to eat 1701 a day but I subtracted 200 for a total of 1501 a day. I think that's reasonable, and so far I don't feel hungry today. It's amazing what a little extra food can do, eh?
I'm also changing my weigh-in day back to Monday. As I mentioned here, the Friday weigh-in is a bad idea...yet somehow I still got back to it. Bad, bad idea. No more! I'm going to get back into the exercise game as well, I just have to get the green light from my surgeon. I meet with him this Wednesday so hopefully he'll have good news.
Hubs and I will still be having one dinner and one breakfast out during the week. This helps me keep my sanity and doesn't pose a problem for my weight loss. It only becomes a problem when twice a week out turns into 4 or 5 times a week. This Friday we have reservations at Rainforest Cafe - love it there!
Happy Monday, folks!
237.4. Isn't that fabulous? That's only a nearly 10-pound gain since Christmas. I mean, really...couldn't have gone any better than that. [Insert eye-rolling here.]
So what did I learn? Well, I learned that I'm not as good as I think I am! I'm not anywhere close to an intuitive eater like I thought I was - I'm more of a donuts-cookies-brownies-ice cream-every-day kind of eater. I ate a lot of high fat, high calorie foods and don't think I even ate one fruit or vegetable on purpose.
I used my handy little Lose It! app on my iTouch this morning and it said that if I stick to my recommended calories per day to lose 2 pounds a week, I can be done by January. To think that I'll hit the Christmas season and be 10 pounds within my goal weight is a great incentive to just commit and quit stalling! I'm tired of dieting and I want to be finished, but I'm not going to finish until I hit my goal of 190 pounds. I have two vacations, a birthday, Thanksgiving, and Christmas in there, so while I might not reach it exactly by January, I'll give it till February. I'm having an awesome get-together in the city with friends this spring and I want to look even more amazing than I do now. ;)
Part of the challenge before I think was my calorie intake. I usually wasn't allowing myself to have anything over 1300 calories a day...considering that we need 1200 just to be alive, I know I wasn't eating enough. No wonder I was ravenous and the came home and scarfed food out of the pantry. My LoseIt! app tells me to eat 1701 a day but I subtracted 200 for a total of 1501 a day. I think that's reasonable, and so far I don't feel hungry today. It's amazing what a little extra food can do, eh?
I'm also changing my weigh-in day back to Monday. As I mentioned here, the Friday weigh-in is a bad idea...yet somehow I still got back to it. Bad, bad idea. No more! I'm going to get back into the exercise game as well, I just have to get the green light from my surgeon. I meet with him this Wednesday so hopefully he'll have good news.
Hubs and I will still be having one dinner and one breakfast out during the week. This helps me keep my sanity and doesn't pose a problem for my weight loss. It only becomes a problem when twice a week out turns into 4 or 5 times a week. This Friday we have reservations at Rainforest Cafe - love it there!
Happy Monday, folks!
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Gallbladder Adventures
Well, I'm alive. I'm alive and having a muffin and coffee for breakfast, so this is good.
Let me tell you something. I am so glad that I only had one gallbladder to remove. And I hope to hell that I never have to have another abdominal surgery, laparascopic or otherwise, because dude, it sucked ass. It feels like I did 5000 sit-ups in one minute. Oh, and you'll never believe how often you need to use your abdominal muscles to move.
My big worry for my surgery was the anesthesia...for some reason, the thought of general anesthesia and intubation just scared the shit out of me. So imagine my relief when I met my (cute) anesthesiologist and found out he graduated only 7 years before me from the same medical school that I did. I said, "Ahhhh, well at least I know you got a good education!" He was funny and comforting and I was so proud of where he and I came from, because that'swhat kind of doctorswe were taught to be. It was awesome. He let me know he'd be giving me Versed before intubating me, and all I could think to say was, "Man, I have control issues. That's going to be so hard." That's the last thing I remember saying.
When I woke up I wasn't crying or swearing like I was when I came out of twilight anesthesia after getting my wisdom teeth removed. I was grateful and as gracious as possible because I wanted these folks to take good care of me. I think I said "thank you" twenty times, even if it wasn't warranted. "Nicole, you're all finished, honey." "Thank you." "You did great." "Thank you." We're going to get you back to your room now." "Thank you." I think they probably felt very appreciated. LOL
My surgeon was surprised when I told him before my surgery that I kicked Hubs out of the hospital. The guilt I would have harbored knowing that he just sat in the waiting room for hours would have been insurmountable. Hubs reluctantly agreed to leave and get some things done while I was in surgery even though he thought it would be better to stay in the waiting room. I appealed to him by saying, "Why? It's not like you can help, right?" LOL So we agreed that the surgeon would call him when I was finished and in the recovery room, and wouldn't you know when I returned to my same-day surgery room, there was Hubs, waiting expectantly. He sat and held my hand while I slept for another 90 minutes and then we came home.
I came home to a gift bag full of good stuff - magazines (Us Weekly, Maxim, Women's Health, Food), 3 boxes of gourmet chocolate, a bag of chocolate-covered pretzels, a card, monkey stickers, and a bracelet. That's Hubs for you. :) He catered to me all day and all night, and this morning when he left for work he tied a rope to the footboard of our bed so that I could get in and out with leverage. LOL Seriously, how awesome is that? And I did use it, too. But now I'm safely planted in our sunroom with my laptop, a book, and more magazines than I can read in a day. Oh, and a muffin and coffee.
If any of you ever have surgery, let me know. You can borrow Hubs, because I promise you'll never be better looked after.
Let me tell you something. I am so glad that I only had one gallbladder to remove. And I hope to hell that I never have to have another abdominal surgery, laparascopic or otherwise, because dude, it sucked ass. It feels like I did 5000 sit-ups in one minute. Oh, and you'll never believe how often you need to use your abdominal muscles to move.
My big worry for my surgery was the anesthesia...for some reason, the thought of general anesthesia and intubation just scared the shit out of me. So imagine my relief when I met my (cute) anesthesiologist and found out he graduated only 7 years before me from the same medical school that I did. I said, "Ahhhh, well at least I know you got a good education!" He was funny and comforting and I was so proud of where he and I came from, because that'swhat kind of doctorswe were taught to be. It was awesome. He let me know he'd be giving me Versed before intubating me, and all I could think to say was, "Man, I have control issues. That's going to be so hard." That's the last thing I remember saying.
When I woke up I wasn't crying or swearing like I was when I came out of twilight anesthesia after getting my wisdom teeth removed. I was grateful and as gracious as possible because I wanted these folks to take good care of me. I think I said "thank you" twenty times, even if it wasn't warranted. "Nicole, you're all finished, honey." "Thank you." "You did great." "Thank you." We're going to get you back to your room now." "Thank you." I think they probably felt very appreciated. LOL
My surgeon was surprised when I told him before my surgery that I kicked Hubs out of the hospital. The guilt I would have harbored knowing that he just sat in the waiting room for hours would have been insurmountable. Hubs reluctantly agreed to leave and get some things done while I was in surgery even though he thought it would be better to stay in the waiting room. I appealed to him by saying, "Why? It's not like you can help, right?" LOL So we agreed that the surgeon would call him when I was finished and in the recovery room, and wouldn't you know when I returned to my same-day surgery room, there was Hubs, waiting expectantly. He sat and held my hand while I slept for another 90 minutes and then we came home.
I came home to a gift bag full of good stuff - magazines (Us Weekly, Maxim, Women's Health, Food), 3 boxes of gourmet chocolate, a bag of chocolate-covered pretzels, a card, monkey stickers, and a bracelet. That's Hubs for you. :) He catered to me all day and all night, and this morning when he left for work he tied a rope to the footboard of our bed so that I could get in and out with leverage. LOL Seriously, how awesome is that? And I did use it, too. But now I'm safely planted in our sunroom with my laptop, a book, and more magazines than I can read in a day. Oh, and a muffin and coffee.
If any of you ever have surgery, let me know. You can borrow Hubs, because I promise you'll never be better looked after.
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