Wednesday Weigh In

Ready?

Here we go:

193.8

Weight loss: -1
% Body Weight lost: 0.5

So, moving in the right direction. Just have to keep going.

Check in, Peeps! I'm still waiting to hear from the Troublemaker.

EDIT: The Troublemaker wins again!! He lost two (2) pounds and 1% of his bodyweight!

GO TROUBLEMAKER

I'm Losing Weight MENTALLY, Thank You

So. Um. So the weight loss is not going so well. The Easter Bunny brought chocolate and with it my sugar addiction. YAY!

The Troublemaker won last week and has collected his prize, of which we will not speak, but I think he's a little worried that I've given up. Which is valid, because I think I gave up for a little bit, there. I'm definately gaining instead of losing, which is shitty of me since it takes so little for me to lose.

I'm having a salad for lunch today, peeps, and will do what I can to get back on the bandwagon. I'll do it today. Right now.

How are your plans going?

The Troublemaker Wins!!!

Yep, he lost as much as I gained, so this week my Troublemaker wins!

Good on him.

Right now I'm eating a salad. Watch this space for next week because I don't like to lose.

Wednesday Weigh In

Ready?

Here we go:

194.8

Weight loss: +1.4
% Body Weight gained: 0.7

Thank you, Easter Bunny! You friggin asshole.


This is what happens when you eat chocolate and pizza and crap for days and don't move. Well, this is what happens when I do it. I think it's pretty much guaranteed that I lose this week. How did you do, peeps? I'll let you know what happens when the Troublemaker checks in.

The Holiday of Chocolate

Did not go by un-indulged.

In fact, this week may see a gain instead of a loss. We do what we can.

Kate once made up a list of how many "special" occasions there are in a year, and my lands there are three cheat-worthy events every month.

I have to figure out a way not to let the fact that it's Easter, or, you know, Thursday, get in the way of how I eat. I have to find a different way to celebrate special occasions.

How did you do this Easter, peeps?

Wednesday Weigh In

This post lost to the mists of time.

I did well, though.

Let the Pre-Pouting Begin!

The Troublemaker cheated and got on the scale today, folks. Let's just say that I'd have to lose a hell of a lot of weight this week to beat him. And given my boozy, cakey weekend, I'll be pleased if I didn't gain.

I balanced the eating out with a lot of yardwork and chasing after the kid and housework, so I kept active, but I don't know that it's going to be enough to counteract the calories I packed in.

Tomorrow morning is going to be rough. Hold me, peeps!

Exercise - A+! Food - Z-.

So the exercising has been better than the food this week. We'll see what happens. Usually when I get going I lose even if I don't eat well, but I really should eat better.

It's hard to make good choices on birthdays. Too much cake!

Who knew there could be such a thing?

Went Running

Yep, Peeps, I took the advice of the intrepid Kate and went running at lunch. I basically showered yesterday with those medical disposable washcloths and doused myself liberally in deoderant and baby powder. I have a friend who sits next to me at work on Smell Watch, and if anything so much as tickles her nose she's going to let me know.

I ran down to the lake, then up and through Millenium Park, past the Bean and back to work. It was probably about two miles and it felt fantastic. I feel fantastic.

But The Troublemaker is determined to win this week. I'll have to double my efforts!

How has the moving/shaking been going mit you?

Yet Another Note To Self

Dear Self,

This is hard. If it were easy, everyone would be fit and thin and there are a whole lot more people like you out there than like jazzercise leaders. The thing is, you have to plan.

If you're going to be active, and you know this, know that you're going to be hungrier and do something before you're desperate. Try the fiber supliment thing from the book. Make yourself another garden burger or eat three yogurts instead of one. All those choices would be better than sneaking out and having a cheeseburger and fries.

If you MUST MUST MUST have one, then have one. Don't beat yourself up or freak out or do it more than once a month, tops. But for chrissake, try other things before going out for the cheesburger.

And remember: don't let yourself get hungry, but nobody said that you could do this without being crabby. Hungry and jonesing are not the same feeling. Learn to tell the difference.

I'm back in the saddle, peeps. Momentary lapse. Bad choice. I give it up and start again right now.

Self: Good job so far. Don't dissapoint me. You're the only one you hurt.

K

Wednesday Weigh In

Ready?

Here we go:

195.6!

Weight loss: -2.8
% Body Weight: 1.4

My husband lost 2.3lbs. WOO HOO!!

Still, my % total weight loss is bigger, so I win! Hooray!

On the right track. Now I just have to keep going.

What is your weight today, peeps?

You Don't Sweat Much For a Fat Chick

And other pick-up lines

I just took myself on a walk down to the lake and back for about 40 minutes. While I was walking I realized that I should probably be jogging, what with the fun and many things to see in the city and all.

However, I'm not fortunate enough to be one of those people who have stank-free bodies after running. How do those runny people I see running manage to do it and not alienate the entire office? How do I carry my running gear to and from home along with the computer and brick mommypurse?

I am interested in this phenomenon, yet afraid. Do you do it?

Eating Will Not Make it Better

I found myself repeating this over and over like a mantra after a particularly difficult Sunday.

I only half believed myself and only half listened. The weekends are brutal.

I'm afraid to get on the scale on Wednesday.

Is anyone else out there weighing in?

Say Ten Hail Marys and Eat a Carrot

Or: Higher Math

In a comment below, ELEE wrote:

I find it interesting that OA uses the "higher power" when weight loss, for me, is all about ME BEING IN CONTROL. *I* am the only one who controls what food goes into my mouth. And *I* am the only one that can put one foot in front of the other to get my A$$ out the door at 5:30 in the morning for a daily walk. The "God (or whoever) is in control" mantra completely baffles me.

My biggest hurdle, therefore, is Taking control. Because like another of your commenters on your other site, usually I want to turn in my Grown-Up card and let someone else do the hard things for me. :) Like finances. And Work. And Counting Calories.

I think that is a very astute observation; perhaps is essentially the difference between type A and type B personalities, and calls for some clarification into the difference between control and accountability.

To begin, we need to examine the nature of weight loss and gain. In its simplest form, weight loss is a math problem. We utilize X amount of calories in a period of time, we require X amount of cals to cover that expenditure. Should we exceed spending what we deposit, we deplete the fat. Should we exceed depositing what we spend, we gain it. Of course, there are days when the numbers are skewed more one way than another; your bank account dips and rises, yes?; but over time the numbers should approach a nice healthy = sign.

Of course, there are things that can affect that equation. If you are unlucky enough to have an impaired metabolism you have to seriously decrease the amount your body utilizes and that can lower your intake number to ridiculous levels. If you have an overactive thyroid and your body uses enormous amounts of energy it can be tough to increase intake levels to match. But, at the end of the day, the formula is the same. That's why for a billion years the best weight loss advice has been "Eat less, exercise more". Which is another way of saying: "Decrease input, increase output". (Also why WW tends to work. They live this math.)

Having established this as TRUTH, why do so many of us have difficulties?

There are many reasons an individual may have a tough time. Physical handicaps that prevent exercise or halt the processing of food. Medications that increase the sensation that your body needs additional cals that it actually doesn't. In most cases the only advice is to do the best you can and try and love yourself no matter what the result.

However, for most of the people I know, including myself darlings, the answer is that we take a math question and pretend it's a fiction essay. We hover and chew over feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelings that having fat/seeing fat/fearing fat/feeling fat/dreaming fat/wanting fat evoke and as we do we find ever more reasonable excuses to eat chocolate cake. For chrissake, my navel-gazing over at Speckblog could make stone cry and yet has nothing whatever to do with the pounds on my thighs.

My mom didn't teach me the right skills

I eat when I'm depressed

I eat when I'm happy

My family always ate like this

I just feel so down unless I have a little something sweet

It's the DON'T BLAME ME I'M THE VICTIM! syndrome, and it's ridiculous how many individuals have bought into this piece of pap. Dude, if you're under 16 I might buy that your home life sets you up to fail and it's not your faaaaaaaauuuult. Anyone over 18 who has been out of the basement in the last ten years gives me that line of bull and I fall all over myself laughing. As we have discussed, the buck stops with you (me).

We are all accountable for what we do to our bodies.

However, control is something else entirely. Control is an active, not passive state. Active states are easy to maintain over short periods, but become more difficult to sustain long-term. In the end, particularly for type A personalities such as myself, control becomes the built-in release valve that ensures failure.

I lock down control of all food and all exercise. I control my environment entirely and eat nothing bad and exercise to extreme levels. I am BIONIC WOMAN. Then, as all superheroes eventually do, I fail. I go to a party where there's cake and have a slice. I fail to wake up in time to get to the gym. I'm human. It's what happens.

At that point my CONTROL is gone and I think to myself, "You fat, horrid pig. Since you are obviously not fit to be in CONTROL then you might as well have another cookie". It's the myth that in all times and places I am going to make 100% good choices and because I am IN CONTROL, pathologically so, when I fall I abandon all effort and sink into self-loathing.

Giving up control to a higher power is actually very passive. Frankly, giving up control at all is very passive. Ghandi was fantastic at it and is a good example to look to. The world exists. I exist. I do not need to chew (as it were) over whether or not I will eat that piece of cake for the next three hours because it's not my decision. My higher power makes the decision for me because I will make a mistake and eat the cake.

I have found (in the whole five days I've been working this way, so bear in mind my opinion is as fickle as a summer breeze) that this way of looking at the decisions surrounding food takes phenomenally less effort. Less effort means a longer sustainability.

Also, if I fall, as I will, being human and all, that doesn't mean that anything internally is awry. It simply means that I stepped forward and made one bad decision that is reversible and certainly minor as long as I don't repeat it. Until the next slip up.

Please keep in mind that I have no idea whether or not this approach will work, but it seems to be working for a lot of folks in OA and is the only way I have ever seen individuals sustain significant healthy living over any long-term period. It has to stop being a battle because all of us get battle-weary.

Of course, then there is the type B personality who is likely to decide that it's SEP (Somebody Else's Problem) and ignore the whole thing. I think that what folks who feel that way should examine is the concept of accountability. Nobody else will not eat the cookie for you. You have to be willing to accept that the fate of the cookie is in your hands, and then give that decision up to someone/something that can make a better one that you're likely to.

And I didn't mean to get all preachy, but I'm really typing to myself here. The Give It Up plan is a new one for me and I'm still working through the mental wedgies involved.

I adore picking mental wedgies.

A First Wednesday Weigh-in

Alright, fellow losers, it's time for the first weigh-in of this our first weight-loss season. I bought a scale especially for the occasion.

Drumroll please:

198.4

Believe it or not, this is a cheaty weight, since I'm fairly sure that before the no-sugar start on Saturday I was above 200lbs.

Hooray!

Now, as we go along, every week the Troublemaker and I will weigh in. The person who loses the most (based on % of body weight) will get a "night off" to be used that week or a week when it can actually happen.

We are still discussing the finer points, but both the Troublemaker and I have weighed in and are starting the game!

If you'd like to join in we can do a weekly contest. The winner will get a fancy-schmancy ribbon for their website for the week plus something else which I will think of later.

Anyone ready to play?

Whatthefuctose?

Just for fun I took a look at the information the free no-sugar-added instant hot chocolate our office offers. The ingredients seemed fairly innocuous and the only "ose" or sugar, was Splenda.

Then I looked at the values and there were 7g of sugars listed.

Do cocoa beans have their own sugars? It looks like, essentially, cocoa, Splenda and evaporated milk. Ahhhh, could be the milk I suppose.

I've been having splenda in my coffee in the mornings and I thought it was comparable to saccharine, but if it's a sugar of any kind I'm going to have to find out.

Right now I'm drinking green tea instead.

Trying to Find a Quiet Place to Begin

I know that I promised all sorts of sensational things, the most sensational of those (in the circus freak sort of way) is a photo of me in a bikini. I still intend to do this, I promise, but I've been trying to figure out how to go at this weight loss thing from a mental perspective.

When my mom was in town we had a big conversation about weight loss motivation and talked about the Overeaters Anonymous thing where I have a problem with a higher power. Essentially, it comes down to giving up control. Accepting that I'm not able to be in charge of everything. Ask anyone who knows me: I am notoriously bad at this.

My mom called it the monkey and the jar syndrome. If you give a monkey a jar with a treat inside he will put his hand inside, grab the object but can't get his hand out with the treat because his hand is in a fist. Rather than open his fist very often that monkey will sit there and suffer just holding on to that treat. Refusing to let go no matter how much he suffers with this jar on his hand.

She also told me, very insightfully, that I have a hard time feeling like I can achieve anything unless I'm angry about it. I would argue that the proper word is "passionate", but I can't deny that thus far all attacks on my weight have been just that. I break out the big guns and run myself ragged and whip myself bloody over every mistake and go go go!

And then, predictably, about a month into the process I get tired. Exhausted. I run out of steam entirely and wind up eating whatever I see because I just can't fight it anymore.

This time around I am trying to find a way to let go. A way to agree to come to terms with the reality of my food and weight without entering into the grand fight. I think that letting go of the anger and passion is the way to get out of the rut I'm in and maybe learn to give up some control. Any time I feel myself tensing up or embarking on some self-loathing, I remind myself that it hasn't gotten me anywhere permanent before. Why would it now?

Only a madman does the same thing over and over again and expects a different outcome.

I'm trying to find a quiet center. A way to let go. So far I'm doing okay and have been able to turn down most of the sweets that have been offered to me.

What is your biggest weight-loss hurdle, do you think?

Comments

Whoops!

Sorry about that. I changed the settings and now anyone can comment.

Sorry for freezin' you out. Yo.

I have not had sugar for three days and both Lisa and I did NOT eat the most delicious chocolate pudding in the world at our local restaurant last night.

I want a damned medal.

Things to Come

Okay, one or two folks have already found their way here: Hi Lise! and so I'm going to get this show on the road.

Lately I've had fatigue and bachache and a thousand other things that tell me that the weight is starting to have an impact on more than my psychological wellbeing. Yes, yes, we knew this, but it sometimes takes the stupid among us several months to catch on.

Now, my husband is a smarty and all he has to do to decide to lose weight is to look in the mirror and say, "I must lose some weight". Me, I have to have a gimmick, so I'm going to go all America's Biggest Loser on us.

I'm going to take before pictures in a bathing suit and yes, I will post them. We're going to do an initial weigh-in and then weekly weigh ins. The results will be tabulated according to who lost the greatest percentage of body weight and the winner that week gets a night/day off of all household duties. Whoever achieves their goal first or has lost most by a certain to-be-determined date will get the Grand Prize.

I'll keep you all posted and post lots of disgusting pictures, which I know is the reason you'll show up anyway, cheeky monkey, and if you want to participate, please do. Please please do.

This is all going to be embarassing enough. I don't want to be the only one out there with a fat ass.

WELCOME TO POOPYHANDS JUNCTION

Where the subject is all weight loss all the time. I'll be your conducter, KP, for the remainder of the trip and I invite you to sit back and enjoy the fat fighting voyaristically, or join in actively. Ridicule, snark, sympathize, comment, or dismiss.

ALL ABOARD!