Six weeks into the new program and WHAM! I gained weight. That’s right, weight AND inches back. Now how on earth did that happen?
I was good; I promise I was good, really good…well sort of good. If I’m going to be perfectly honest…and isn’t that what this blog is all about…I think I might have eaten a few ounces more of that sirloin strip than I should have (but it is hard to tell exactly how much it weighs when there’s a bone in it!) And, it had been Valentine’s Day and I had to fix dinner for my husband and me so we didn’t go out and spend money on food I shouldn’t eat, right? Have I made enough excuses yet because I am perfectly capable of coming up with some more.
Actually, this is a very natural occurrence but it just drove me crazy to think that after all that hard work I had gained weight and inches. The solution? Joann suggested that I take an enzyme that would help me digest the beef a little easier. I thought that was probably a better solution than what I used to do — which was drink a Diet Coke allowing the acid in the drink to help me digest the meat better. I have no idea if that worked, but that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
Reality is that I only gained a half of pound and one inch (half an inch in my stomach but what’s with the half an inch in my arm????) and it’s only temporary but you can be sure of one thing…I WILL get rid of that half inch in my stomach cause baby it hurts to zip up those smaller size jeans!!
Final tally – 15 pounds and 10-1/2 inches!
Until next time…
Ok I admit it; I’m a week behind in my blog, so let’s start with last week. Five weeks down and yippee finally a size down in clothes! Actually, the skirts downsize came easily, in fact they are getting a little too big on me now. It was the jeans. You know the ones, those jeans that have been in the closet for at least 5 years waiting to see if I could ever get them on again. Taunting me, making fun of me, letting me know that I had gained weight, that I couldn’t get them over my hips much less zip them. They were only there to be a reminder of what used to be (or more realistically, a fantasy that I would get back into them on the way down to a smaller size – which sizes also reside in my closet).
Well, I showed them! HA! Not only did I get them over my hips… but…I couldn’t zip them. For the past 2 weeks I have been trying them on hoping to be able to get them buttoned and zipped. Any woman that has washed their jeans in hot water knows the routine. Lay on the floor (or bed), knees bent, suck in your stomach, quit breathing…try to zip. If that doesn’t work, repeat above BUT lift your tush off the floor/bed, suck that stomach in harder and zip. Neither method worked for me L
For those of you that are old enough, remember the “dickey”? (And for those of you that don’t it’s a small fabric insert worn to fill in the neckline of a top of what was once considered showing too much cleavage). I figured I might become famous if I could invent one for jeans. One side has a button and one side has a button hole…attach to jeans and the 6-inch gap that needs to be closed suddenly disappears. Unfortunately, I haven’t sewn since high school so I couldn’t see that happening. Best laid plans and all…
So, what happens? Suddenly a week and a half later, voilà! ZZZZZZZZZIPPPPPP! The jeans are buttoned, the zipper is zipped and while I might not be able to take really deep breaths yet…I’m finally down a size in my jeans! What a great feeling!!
Being curious, I decided to find out just how much I needed to lose to go down a size. What I found was interesting. I had always heard that once you lose 10-15 pounds down you go. But if you are more Rubenesque (like me) you have to lose more inches than if you were smaller to start. If you want to know more about the why, check out this article: How Much Weight Do You Lose Before You Change Sizes?
Anyway, I am totally delighted that I managed to zip those jeans and I’m going to make sure that they eventually fall off as I can go down another size! At five weeks it’s 15.5 pounds and 11.5 inches. WooHoo!
Until next time…
Let me clarify, when I say a little crazy, I don’t mean that I can’t separate reality from fantasy or that I’m unsound, it’s more like I’m passionately preoccupied. But when my dieting affects my dreaming…it makes me stop to wonder what’s going on in that deep dark part of my subconscious. The part that controls most of my thoughts and actions may be working overtime.
Let me start by saying that on Thursday I reached my one month mark on my quest to lose weight. This is awesome for me, I’ve stayed with it and I have been 100% compliant on the program. But then came last night…
I ask you, who can resist having dinner with your husband, mom, brother and niece? And, since I’m the only one in the family watching what I eat, the dinner location wasn’t my choice…plus I love Chinese food. (Have I set out enough excuses to justify my decisions?) So what, you ask? I’m a big girl; I can make the right choices can’t I? We went to Yao’s Restaurant for dinner and it tasted fabulous (and even if you’re not a Chinese food fan you can understand the joy of eating a dinner that someone else has fixed instead of fixing it yourself)! But, I’m sure I wasn’t 100% compliant and today I feel sort of “puffy”. You know that feeling, the way you feel when you’ve held your nose closed and puffed out your cheeks so you look like a blowfish. Ok, maybe it’s not that bad but I can tell that I’m feeling “heavier” today. I was a relatively good girl and instead of ordering my usual fried rice and sesame chicken or Mongolian beef or pot stickers, I ate chicken and vegetables with lots of broccoli and no rice. But I did have the hot and sour soup (I’m allowed tofu so why not!) and I think it was the hot and sour soup that got me. I tasted so good and honestly I would have no problem eating a huge vat of the stuff. But in hindsight, I probably should have passed on the soup!
Now for the “crazy” part of the story: I bolted awake this morning feeling anxious and upset and wondered how I was going to confess my non-compliance to my coach, Joann and to my friends that are supporting me 24/7. I slowly realized that I wasn’t upset over the Chinese food I ate last night; I had dreamed I was at a fashion show sitting with lots of friends eating pretzels and popcorn. And I don’t mean the air popped, here’s a cup of healthy popcorn to enjoy. I mean shoveling that buttered popcorn in my mouth by bucketfuls and chasing it down with pretzels. (I didn’t dream about what I was drinking but just writing about this makes me thirsty.) So it was kind of a relief when I realized I dreamed the popcorn and pretzels binge! Crazy, huh!
However, since I don’t weigh until next Thursday, I think I’m good. I just have to make sure I stay 100% compliant for the next few days and stay focused on the end results. After all, for the month I’ve lost 13 pounds and 9 inches so it can’t be all bad!!!
Now my question to you…what kind of healthy recipes do you have to pass along to help me expand my “healthy cooking” repertoire?
Until next time…