A Loss and a Gain

‎”Things don’t go wrong and break your heart so you can become bitter and give up. They happen to break you down and build you up so you can be all that you were intended to be.”

Thank you again Livestrong.com for another inspiring Facebook status!  I sure needed it after the past week.

In the wee hours of the early morning on Wednesday, Dustin, Hanna, and I set off for Las Vegas after getting news that Dustin’s Grandmother had a stroke. My husband has been truly blessed in his life, and although I do not feel it is my place to give out information about his past, I have to say that his family is amazing.  In high school the Larsen/Beighley clan started feeding my husband, and ended up not being able to get rid of him.  I call his family Dustin’s “surrogate” family, but to Dustin they are thicker than blood.  So when his granny went to the hospital from pneumonia this past week, it was not a hard decision that we needed to be with the family.

After many twists and turns throughout this week Granny decided it was her time to go this morning.  She (along with every. single. member of the Larsen/ Beighley Family) was one of the most selfless people I was blessed to know.  She gave service to anyone who needed it and always put others before herself.  I celebrate the life that she lived, and also the work in the after life that she will be doing.  I am so blessed to know that there is a heaven above and a Heavenly Father waiting with open arms.  I will miss you Granny, and I can’t wait until the time that we will meet again!

And in regards to the “gain” portion that I mentioned in the title….

In stressful times I eat.  You can tell how stressed I am by the amount of food that I eat.  This week started out great, and by Tuesday  I was down 3 pounds ready to win this weeks weigh in for Monica’s Birthday Challenge, and then the week started to go South quickly.  As soon as I knew we were going to be traveling I started to crave food.  Spending time in a hospital made me crave food.  Being in a place that had thousands of options to choose from made me crave food.

So what did I do?  I ate.  I ate my feelings.  I ate my sadness.  I ate my frustrations with eating too much by eating more.

And then I had a little break down, and a pity party for myself.

Then I put on my big girl panties and I weighed myself. If you do the crime, you do the time, and I needed to see the number that was going to show up:

That my friends is a 13 pound gain since the beginning of February.  Wait.  Wasn’t my goal to lose 5 pounds a month?  Hmmm.  I seem to be going the opposite direction.

I tried to tell myself it’s because I have only pooped twice in the last 5 days (going out of town in hard on my digestive track), or that I have a lot of water retention and salt hanging around in my system.  While all of these things are true, and the weight loss will come quickly with those first few pounds once I get back on a healthy track, it is still a gain.  It is still a step backward, and it is still frustrating.  My first thought is that I have to come up with a plan of action, but the plan is simple and needs no long thought process. Track food.  Exercise.  Drink Water.  Sleep 7-8 hours.  Repeat.

 

 

Up Close & Personal: There is no Short-cut

This post has had a long time coming.  I think the reason that I have waited so long to post it is because it is very personal, and I feel that I am really putting myself out there by telling the honest truth about some of my back story.  I knew today was the day I had to get it all out when it was all I could think about writing when I was at the gym.  I’m hoping that by getting it out it will help my readers to better connect with me and my struggles with weight loss, and maybe even help someone else who has had the same issues. So here goes nothing.

I remember like it was yesterday the first time I noticed I had a problem with secret binge eating.  I was fifteen years old.  There was a church youth group meeting at my home and my dad had bought 3 dozen glazed donuts.  The family was not allowed to eat them until after the youth group had all had one.  Whenever anyone told me I couldn’t do something it was all I could think about.  I hid at the top of the stairs waiting until there was nobody in the kitchen and then made a quick move for the donuts.  I grabbed one and then hauled butt back up the stairs into my bathroom and stuffed that donut in my mouth and down my throat so fast that I didn’t even taste it.  I felt a rush, I don’t even know how to explain the feeling that I was having, it was like a drug.  I repeated this process 5 more times until I had eaten half a dozen donuts.  Each time I stuffed the donut in so fast that I wasn’t really even tasting the food as it was sliding down my esophagus.  I went down to the living room feeling sick and acting like nothing happened.  I even ate one more donut when the refreshments were starting to be passed out.

This type of eating followed me for a few years until I ended up weighing 262 pounds.  I was working in retail going to college and was supposed to be having the typical college life experience, but I felt fat, ugly, and had a permanent label of the funny fat friend.  I was tired of feeling like this and knew that I had to make some drastic changes. A woman who I worked with was very into fitness, and looking back she had definite signs of an ED, but I was so desperate I hung on every word she said.  I had recently moved across the street from the gym and had started going regularly.  I started doing Weight Watchers on my own, and quit drinking Diet Coke.  After making some healthier decisions I had lost 15 pounds in 2 weeks.  My body was responding well to the changes I had been making, but I wanted more.  It was addicting and all I could think about.  I started working out longer at the gym and eating less and less points.  I was losing 3-5 pounds a week, but I still wasn’t satisfied.  I spoke to the woman at work about my results and if she had any advice for me and she told me that I should start taking a certain diet supplement that was meant for energy and would help me work out harder.  I immediately  went out and bought the supplement and started taking it the second I got home.

I won’t name the supplement since it is still on the market today (minus the active ingredient), but the active ingredient was Ephedra, a chemical that I should have done my research on.  I took the minimum amount suggested and was amazed to see that I actually had to FORCE myself to eat!  A sensation that I had never felt.  I could go days on nothing but a granola bar and gallons of water.  I NEVER FELT HUNGRY.  I could go to the gym and do cardio with no problems and I was losing between 6-8 pounds a week.  I was amazed!  I had never been able to lose weight like this before!  I was hooked.

I lost 90 pounds in less than 5 months and I remember that my lightest weigh in was 172 pounds.  I was surviving on a tortilla shell dipped in some spaghetti sauce and a can of slim fast.  My stomach would cramp up if I started to laugh, I got insane charlie horses when I was trying to sleep.  I say “trying” to sleep because Ephedra got me so amped that I couldn’t sleep at night.  I started taking a sleep aid at night so that I could shut off my brain, which in turn had me taking double the dosage of the supplement to get me awake in the morning.

I had to go shopping for new clothes because my old clothes were literally FALLING off me.  I racked up 3 credit cards and got myself into debt that I had to carry around for another 3 years.  My hair was starting to thin and I would get handful’s in the shower.  I died it darker to mask that it was falling out and styled it curly to make it look thicker. The only time I would eat an actual meal was on Sunday when I had dinner with my family. I was sick.  I was thin.  Why wasn’t I happy?

I decided when I was 22 that I had an issue with extreme eating on both sides of the spectrum.  Either I was eating way too much, or eating way too little.  I wanted the cycle to stop.  I tried to start eating healthy and started dating my now husband.  He made me happy, and my weight showed it.  I had messed up my body so badly that it is now hard to lose weight without being almost perfect with my eating and exercise routine.

My point of this post is that there are no short-cuts.  There is no magic pill.  There is no quick fix solution.  The only solution is hard work and dedication.  It has taken me a LONG time to learn this.  And although I have had a lot of days of frustration, knowing that I am doing it the right and healthy way, helps me sleep better at night.  I will always struggle with this issue whether I am a healthy weight or not, but I know I have it in me to fight to be healthy.

if you made it through this novel, thank you for reading.  If you were to only read one post from my blog, I would have it be this one.  We all deserve to be healthy the right way.

Breaking the Cycle/First Day of Measurements

This time feels different, and I have to repeat this to myself several times a day.  How many times have I tried losing weight in the past.  I can’t even count the number it’s so high.  But this time it feels different.  I feel like the reasons are different.  It just feels…….well, different.  And sore, I definitely feel sore.  I share this with you because it was no surprise today that when I stepped on the scale there was a pretty significant gain, 271.2.  That is a 2.8 pound gain, which cancels out last weeks weigh in and also puts me back over my 5% goal.  I think of a million different reasons of how this could be, it’s my favorite womanly time in the month, I ate pot luck last night, I’ve been weight lifting, but those all feel like such excuses.

Something from the meeting stuck in my head.  I was sitting down before the meeting started and I overheard a conversation with one of the leaders and an attendee.  The attendee said that she lost 2.8 pound on her first week.  The leader congratulated her and the attendee said that she was worried because the scale didn’t share that number the day before.  And the leader said “yes, but that was yesterday”.  I don’t know why at that moment her simple statement hit me like a ton of bricks.  I’m trying to take this one day at a time, sometimes even one minute at a time, it gets that bad.  But this time its going to stick, and I can’t let little set backs make we quit wanting to better myself.  Today is always a new day to start over!

Yesterday I fell apart.  I lost any will power that I had and it couldn’t have been at a more perfect moment because I had a pot luck dinner that I was going to.  I had 2 plates of food, a piece of fudge, and dessert.  My stomach was miserably full and I regretted eating any of it the moment I got home.  When I woke up this morning I felt bloated, tired, and mad at myself for making such poor eating decisions.  When I got on the scale it was the cherry on top when I saw the 2.8 gain.  I know it feels like I’m being hard on myself and I probably am, but I really want to break the cycle of over eating and really kick obesity in the butt.

So yesterday was yesterday, and today is today.  I’m going to do the best I can, and then I’m going to do it all over again tomorrow.

Moving on.

As far as working out goes, I am killing it in that department!  My muscles are sore, sore, sore!  Which means I am doing the workouts right.   Today I am taking a rest day and as far as my cardio is concerned, I’m thinking of kicking it up a notch and doing longer intervals.  I have tomorrow’s lifting session and then no more lifting until Monday.

Also, I love the scale, but my love affair may have to be put on hold while I cheat on it with the measuring tape.  Although I will only be measuring once a month, I know it will help make a difference in keeping me sane.

First Measurements:

Bust: 49″

Under Bust: 43 1/2″

Right Arm :16 1/2 “

Left Arm: 17″

Belly: 52″

Hips: 54″

Right Thigh: 31 1/2″

Left Thigh: 31″

Right Calf: 18″

Left Calf: 18″

There they are, the first measurements.  Next measurement day will be September 1st.

Thanks all for listening to me whine about the last couple of days.  More positivity will be coming I promise.  What I ate weigh in day will be tomorrow!

Do you do measurements, or go by the scale? Neither?

What is the last indulgence you ate?

Last nigh I had a cream pie of some sort and it was amazingly delicious!  Sigh.

Taking a Step Back/Weigh in

Normally, I post at night after little Hanna-bear has gone to sleep, but I need a distraction from the mini-binge that I felt a brewin’.  I went a little off the path today because its weigh in day, and I have to get it out of my mind that I should get a “free day”.  There will be no such day as a “free day” for this lady.

I weigh myself on my own scale on weigh in day (I have a high quality scale that is trust worthy).  I do that because I’m naked, haven’t eaten, and get to potty before I get on the scale.  I want to know the “real” number, not the clothed, watered and eating number.  Does that make sense?  When I got on the scale today I felt a little defeated……but its not because I didn’t lose weight.

I weighed in today at 271.2.  That is a 1.4 pound loss.  I know I should be happy over a loss of any kind, but the last 3 weeks have been all 1.something pound weight losses.  I would be ecstatic if it was just 6 points higher for a 2 pound loss.  At this rate it will be around 2 years for me to lose all the weight I need to lose.  That just seems discouraging at the moment.  I got started eating for lunch and found myself not stopping.  So I’m taking a step back and re-evaluating my priorities.

I’m pretty sure that I can find the culprit of me not losing as much as I’d hoped.  The Sam’s club hot dog, cherry coke, or possibly the free popcorn at Harry Potter.  2 Almond joy minis, mini cheesecake bites, Pork ribs etc.  Now that I’m looking back over some of my eating, its a miracle I lost the 1.4 in the first place.  I am a lot more grateful at this moment.

Moving forward, I know what I did wrong, and I know what I need to do right.  A new weekly post that will be coming to the blog is “What I ate Weigh in Day”.  I will keep a post food journal of what I eat on weigh in day so that I am more accountable for the things that I am eating on the day formerly thought of as my “free day”.  Let’s be honest, on Weight Watchers you get to eat what you want as long as you stay in your points, I’m not deprived anything.  There is no reason for a “free day”.

Do you give yourself a “free day” from healthy living?

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