Posted tagged ‘exercise’

Drop It Like It’s Hot

August 5, 2012

If you want to get back on track or just lose a few pounds quickly, there are some healthy changes anyone can make.  By anyone I mean anyone, not just bariatric patients.  Many bariatric patients feel that once they have had their procedure they can eat “just like a thin person.”  Little do they know, most thin people work at it.  Very few people just randomly eat what they want when they want and look amazing.  

Start with liquid calories.  Drink water.  I’m talking 100 fluid ounces a day.  Track it too.  I prefer but there are many options that are just as free and just as easy to use.  Drink your water.  If you’re a coffee drinker, drink even more water.  And, if you’re a coffee drinker, drink some about a half hour before you work out.  It will help you work harder and longer without you realizing it.  

Ban white pasta and white bread.  If your goal is something like five pounds in a week or so, drop all pasta and bread.  If you’re going for more, start with a white bread and pasta ban, then you can add back in some wheat.  Much like vegetables, the darker the bread or the pasta, the more nutrients it has for you.  

Do 30 minutes of cardio every day for a week.  It would be great if you did it every day forever.  It would be great if I did it every day forever.  Think of your goal.  Is it long term or short term?  If you want to make it a habit then 21 days of 30 minutes of cardio every day will have you missing it on the days you don’t do it.

Besides the white stuff, come on, you already knew French fries weren’t good for you, stop eating one thing.  Baked potato chips every day, one cookie every day, something like that.  A little sacrifice.  It will add up.  

And find a way to add some super foods to your menu.  If you don’t like salmon, try it every possible way because it’s just that good for you.  If you had that twice a week, that would be spectacular.  Blueberries, strawberries, pumpkin, spinach, tomatoes, turkey, and walnuts are some other super foods.  Make sure you’re taking whatever vitamins are appropriate for your bariatric surgery, for your age, for your health.  Have your blood tested.  Seems everyone is low on vitamin D these days.  

All in all, these are simple and straight forward changes you can make.  Just a few tips to shave off some pounds or jump start a major weight loss.  Remember, you didn’t put the pounds on overnight, it just seems like you did.  They won’t be off by the time you finish reading this.  You have to start somewhere.  Start today.  Start now.  You’re not in it alone.



I fell

September 19, 2010

You knew it would happen.  Were you placing bets?  Did you think all along, oh, the fat girl will lose?  (When you once had a BMI of  60, in your head, you are “the fat girl” just sayin’).  When I say lose, I mean, lose the will to do this?  Not listen to her own preaching?  Oh, I listened to it.  Every word.  Why do you think I preach it?  It’s not just for your benefit you know.  It’s for mine.  But I fell.  I fell off my own soapbox.  I’ve had a difficult time recently.  And anyone who is an addict has an addictive personality.  I am thankful I am not a meth addict.  Seriously.  I am thankful I am not an alcoholic.  I have my own addictions though and when under extreme stress they surface.  The good news is, I can control them much of the time.  For those who don’t have addictions or who aren’t close to any type of addicts, it’s like keeping a hungry tiger in a cardboard box.  The only thing between you and the tiger is some duct tape.  Mind you, duct tape is awesome.  The thing is, eventually, the tiger gets out.  Then it either eats the box, eats you, you run from it, or, there’s always another way, or you duct tape the tiger’s mouth shut.  You ever try to duct tape a hungry tiger?  Now maybe you non addicts get the picture.  I’m not saying it can’t be done. I’m just saying it is a mighty battle.  One in which only the strong survive.  And sometimes the tiger gets out and tears you up before you can bitch slap it back in the box again.  The 6 Weeks to Skinny Jeans program is amazing.  It is sound and I believe in it.  I have worked extremely hard to lose five measly pounds.  And in just one week have managed to eat back four.  Thank you very much.  I am so proud of that.  Makes me wonder how many times I’ve lost that weight over the course of my lifetime.  I’ll bet I’ve lost thousands of pounds.  Did the food I ate make me  feel any better when I ate it?  No, it made me feel awful.  But I ate it anyway.  I ate it because I didn’t know how else to express what I felt.  I have decided I need a new addiction.  An addiction to exercise.  Perhaps I could become one of those annoying people always doing presses and leg lifts while they stand and talk to you.  There are people like that, right?  I don’t know any, but I assume they would annoy me.  Where does that leave me now?  Well, I could wallow in a big puddle of failure.  I do not find that acceptable.  I will climb back on my soap box and start preaching the straight and narrow food life once again.  I will walk the walk and talk the talk.  Because there really is no alternative for me.  I would be full of far too much self-loathing to let’s say, gain 20 pounds.  I simply couldn’t do that to myself.  So I start all over again.  Everyone is going to fail at something eventually.  The key is to not let the failure stop you from trying again.  I’ve never given up on anything I really, really wanted to accomplish.  I’m not about to give up now.  I’ve got the tiger by the tail.  All I have to do is get him back in the box.

Filling the empty hole

September 6, 2010

Why do we eat?  We’re supposed to eat because it’s the fuel upon which our bodies run.  We don’t eat right, we don’t run well.  Our bodies break down and we can’t think clearly.  I could bring in some science here, but then I’d be off on another tangent.  However, many of you may have noticed that food is delicious.  Some more so than others.  Food is always there for you too.  It doesn’t call you names, judge you, or talk back.   Food doesn’t laugh at you, or with you for that matter.  It’s culturally there in vast amounts at every gathering of joy and sorrow you can name.  You’re engaged?  That’s great, here’s a cookie.  Your mom die?  That’s so very sad.  Eat this casserole.  And this cake.  For the food addict, life is a constant battle.  Will the entire box of Better Cheddars win?  Or the overwhelming desire to stay in the clothes you already own.  I consider myself a recovering food addict, I assume much like a recovering alcoholic would.  The 6 Weeks to Skinny Jeans program has really helped me with my carbohydrate addiction, which is separate from the food addiction and not as strong.  Much like candy, if I don’t eat it I don’t want it, unless I dwell upon it.  But once I have a taste of it, like an alcoholic falling off the wagon, it triggers something in my brain and my desire for it is virtually uncontrollable.  Sometimes, it takes a few hours for the desire to eat these things to pass.  Exercise switches it off, or eating something I should be eating.  Years ago I remember “stop the insanity” Susan Powter saying something along the lines of full is full.  Whether you got full on pizza or full on something healthy.  I had never thought of it that way.  At the time it didn’t help me, but it did make logical sense to me.  Since my bariatric surgery, it does help me.  Because once I’m full, I’m full.  And thankfully, I can’t physically eat any more.  With the 6 Weeks plan, which, by the way, with minor modifications, I don’t plan to veer off of after the 6 weeks because it is how I am supposed to be eating, I am in control and so are my cravings.  Most of the time.  But it doesn’t mean I don’t have my moments.  The other day I wanted something.  Just something to fill the empty hole inside of me.  That’s just one reason why I over ate.  That and because I never felt full.  I had a visual of a recovering alcoholic sitting in a bar surrounded by bottles knowing they were not supposed to drink.  And they didn’t.  And I didn’t eat anything I wasn’t supposed to either.  I just had the “wannas.”  I will live with  the wannas for the rest of my life.  It’s just the way I’m wired.  And every minute of every day I will have to make that choice.  Which is more important to me?  The instant gratification of that food I shouldn’t eat in my mouth?  Or the ultimate satisfaction that I am healthy?  You’d think it would be obvious.  You’d think it would be easy.  For me, it’s a battle I fight every day.  Luckily for my health, I am vain enough that I want to wear a certain style of clothes without being an embarrassment to myself.  As far as the battle is concerned, so far, I’m winning.  And I don’t like to lose.

Skinny jeans are a go

September 3, 2010
Rene's Jeans Shot

I don’t know how it happened, but I am able to pull my skinny jeans on my body once again.  I can breathe in them with no problem.  But that might be because they’re extra-low rise.  Those don’t come even close to restricting breathing, I mean, they barely come up over your legs then, bam! there’s a 3 inch zipper and a button.   The question remains, can I bend over without putting on a show?  Well, let’s be honest, I can’t walk into a room without putting on a show.   But I don’t always show my ass.  No, not always.  And with these jeans, it would leave nothing to the imagination.  I am especially proud of them as they are from the juniors’ section.  Not the husky juniors’ either thank you.  Not that there’s anything wrong with that.  It’s just when you’ve lost as much weight as I have, it’s a tiny victory to say you can wear such things.  It is for me anyway.  I really don’t care what number is on my jeans as they are all made to fit differently.  What I care about is that they look good on me.  But this pair, this pair is special to me.  Even though you barely see them, I am wearing the skinny jeans in my first modeling portfolio.  They represent accomplishment to me.  Which, after all, is what this program is all about.

It’s time for introspection

September 2, 2010

I’ve been talking to a few of the 6 Weeks to Skinny Jeans participants.  This is the third week.  And a handful are confessing their food sins to me.  I admit, with my platinum blonde hair, I do have a bit of an angelic glow about me.  I have suggested that they read once more their first blogs, if they wrote them.  Luckily, for those who did not, I have an excellent memory.  Let me throw some phrases back:  this is just what I need now, this time I’ll do it, I can do anything for six weeks, I am so excited about this, I’m not doing to give up, it’s only six weeks, I know I can do this,  how hard can it be, I really need to do this for me, oh, I could go on.  But you get the idea.  Everyone was so motivated and now, well, they have to live with it.  The six weeks are about half over.  It’s go time. As George Michael once sang, “If you’re gonna do it, do it right” (so you won’t go crazy looking for it, that’s from I’m Your Man, turns out, he wasn’t mine after all, but that’s another story).  Now is not the time to bitch and moan about how it hurts when I do this or I’m hungry or I want a sandwich or whatever.  Do you want to wear the skinny jeans bad enough?  Or do you want to fail?  Again? Really, the choice is in your hands.  Unless you eat with your face.  Which is acceptable in pie eating contests but not the general rule round these parts.  I for one have beat myself up over five measly pounds since, well, the day after I lost them.   However, I have a photo shoot to get ready for.  And I’m not about to listen to myself  kvetch about failing as I get ready.  And I haven’t cheated.  (Though I do have a date with a Peking duck after this is over with.)  Why did I want to do this?  Because I wanted to be able to both sit AND breathe in my skinny jeans.  Preferably, at the same time.  I needed to get back on the high protein track which is what I, as a bariatric patient, am supposed to be eating all of the time.  I wanted to feel in control again.  And I wanted the word smokin’ in front of hot when used to describe me.  That being said, I will continue to man up and hope my insides will bend to my will.  If not, I know where the duct tape is, and I’m not afraid to use it.

From deep inside the mind of a food addict

August 29, 2010

If you’ve never been addicted to anything, you will be shocked and appalled at my behaviors.  Bite me.  Some people simply do not understand addiction.  I have never been addicted to anything other than food.  Or shoes.  Or accessories.  Or photo shoots of involving me.  Or really any type of shopping.  But really, I’m not here to write about addiction transference, I’m here to tell you that I’ve never been addicted to drugs or alcohol or nicotine–but I am familiar with the pull and power it has over you.  Addiction is addiction and it makes you do what, to non-addictive personalities, may appear to be crazy things.  Things without thinking.  For instance.  A few months ago I had my laptop hooked up in the kitchen.  I was frosting a cake with one of those homemade stove top chocolate frostings that you pour, yes I said pour onto the cake and then it sets up all nice and shiny.  Some of it got on the connecting wire, or so I discovered when I was packing things up.   Without even thinking I put the computer wire into my mouth to suck off the frosting.  See?  Well, if you’ve ever tasted that frosting, you’d understand.  A week after my youngest turned four, again, a frosting incident.  Only this time it was within the confines of the 6 Weeks to Skinny Jeans program.  Her pink frosting from her gorgeous fairy cake had brushed up against a leather-bound desk calendar.  It was pink, dry, and free of debris, and the size of my pinky fingernail.  It was also in my mouth before I could stop myself.  (I didn’t put it in my food diary because I saw no listing for fingernail-sized servings of week old dried frosting.  Plus, it’s pathetic.)  I have to stop myself from adhering to the five second rule.  Don’t make me explain that one.  And when my children take one bite out of something then throw it into the trash, like a perfectly good cookie, it’s all I can do not to go George Costanza on the garbage and eat it myself.  Yet I have been able to control it.  Barely.  I made my five-year-old a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for kindergarten last week.  When I cut it there was a whisper of peanut butter and jelly that had oozed out onto the plate.  I licked it and moaned aloud.  I know I’m not alone in this.  It’s just that few addicts don’t talk about it so openly.  The 6 Weeks plan is helping me to think before I eat.  But I don’t ever think it will stop me from wanting to lick things.

Frustrated in Cookeville

August 28, 2010

I have answered to Wonder Woman, Super Mom, Miss Thing, Diva,and  Miss Ellen if you’re nasty.  Not to rehash my entire medical history, because I am not sitting around the rest home with nothing better to do, but I am renowned for my recovery capabilities.  Do you know many people who come to on a ventilator and as the feeling comes back to their body demands to try for surgery again even though the anesthesia didn’t quite sit well the first time?  I am a bit determined.  It’s that Type A personality of mine.  Wait, I’m coming to a point.  Really.  This year I had two major surgeries, a month apart, and then started the plan because I was cleared to move about as long as I was comfortable to do so.  But still, I find I am not able to hit it as hard as I want to in the exercise department.  And that gets on my every last nerve.  Makes me feel like I’m half-assing it.  Probably just a crappy day.  Nothing more frustrating than losing 5 pounds immediately and then nothing.  I.  Hate.  This.  Way.  I also hate the strange rash on my arm.  And I’m starting to think I’m covered in tiny bugs.  Maybe I just need medication.