The whole idea of blogging about diet and exercise is such a pedestrian stereotype. But be warned, this is a journal about a personal transformation. No, even better, my personal body revolution! No blood will be shed, but change is occurring! And if, by following along, it is meaningful to others, that’s a reward too. I won’t be preposterous and say it with help someone. But I know MANY people struggle with “issues” of weight loss or gain, disordered eating and body hatred, so that’s why I make this journal public. It will be about mastering my body and life.
A week ago Sunday I began to use our treadmill for a long walking workout. Every day, I walk for at least an hour, because this gives my body a “wake up” time and then once it (my body) is fully awake and functional, I give it a good hard sweat. Doing this, I am able to burn from 500-750 calories in about an hour. And I feel great afterwords. I drink about 32 oz. of water during and after the workout and am feeling really good. I know I just said that, but it bears repeating! This type of workout makes me feel really, really good.
When I quit drinking in July, 08 my weight was up to 169, which is the very highest my weight has ever been when not pregnant or recovering from pregnancy. I’ve always said I will never ‘get fat’ I am not certain that I have the willpower to take it off. As members of my family have struggled with their weight for years, the yo-yo of a life of dieting was something I feared. I do not want that!! I’m afraid of that eventuality. An yet, here I am at 42 and 168 or so pounds, and the scale and my BMI tell me I am over-weight at 5’6″. As I said, I thought when I quit drinking that the weight would drop off, but I guess that my body had adjusted and was comfortable with it. This puts me at a size 14 and uncomfortable. For about a half a year I have been in MAJOR denial about this weight gain. But you can’t deny it forever and hitting 170 would be it for me. There’s no denying it.
Since giving birth to three kids in 1997, 1999 and 1991, I carried about ten pounds for each child. In 1992 I tried the first diet of my life more out of a desire to be supportive to Tom. I can actually say that South Beach diet works and I lost 17 pounds in about two months. I was a beautiful size ten and I have to say that I felt fantastic. I wasn’t working out at all and people told me I looked “unhealthy.” But for the first time in years the heavy, bloated, thick-waisted feeling was gone.
So now, in my closets I have my skinny clothes (did I just say my skinny clothes? Ew!) (9-10s), my medium clothes (11-12s), and my heavy clothes (solid 14).
All this rambling brings me to today. As already mentioned, a week ago Sunday I started working out and watching my calories. Tom’s the kind of dieter that counts calories, tallying in his mind all day long. When he gets to his limit he stops eating. For me, counting calories doesn’t work. I can’t remember the value of everything and after about three or four days of writing everything down on scrap pieces of paper in the kitchen, I want to scream and stop writing things down. But with eating through out the day and then a workout to subtract and have no idea where I am.
During the first week, I fluctuated up and down, but couldn’t break the 165 barrier. Frustrated and confused, I kept limiting calories and exercising every day, and drinking lots of water…. Yesterday, finally, after two weeks, I weighed in at 165. Today it is 166 again.
OH, just to be clear: My commitment is daily exercise and I’m going to apply Phase I of the South Beach Diet. The South Beach is perfect for me. It’s simple, healthy, and kicks my body into turbo calorie burning. I need the immediate results. I can’t wait to see what happens next although today I’m frustrated to not see results yet. To be sure, it didn’t help to eat some birthday cake last night. Strictly speaking I broke all the rules, but, I’m back on the plan today. Cheese and meat for breakfast. Lots of water. I woke up with a pick ax behind my eyeballs, which has been a reoccurring problem and Tom’s theory is I’m dehydrated.
More later on, the psychology of dieting and the South Beach program and why I like it.
Goal: 140 March 15th!