Friday, September 30, 2011

Day 4 Recap

It feels like we have been on this diet for at least a month, but alas, we have just concluded day 4. The one thing we have both noticed is that around 5 pm  we are starving. 


Starving just doesn't paint the right image.

At about 5 pm, we become ravenous.

I am not sure what we need to change to stop this.  I mean I know what could stop this, trust me.  A big ol' bag of cheezie poofs, a Kit-Kat, a cheeseburger, all these things would stop it!  What I mean is, what type of food are we eating wrong that makes 5 pm so unbearable?  

Point wise / calorie wise we seem to be eating correctly.  However, our WW leader always preached, "If you are getting hungry, you are doing it wrong." 

Actual Photo of our WW leader.  She was a peach!
She also loved to say, "You need to be able to tell the difference between wanting to eat and really being hungry.  When you would eat cold green beans out of the can, then you are hungry!"

I swear, come 5 pm, I could eat a can of green beans cold.  And I mean can and all.  I am ashamed that some one actually caught me on tape at a bit past 5.  Click here.

We are going to have to make some kind of adjustment if we are going to be successful.  Suggestions?

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Healthy living is killing me...

So we started this 90 days till Christmas weight loss challenge in the hopes to be healthier, and well, thinner.

Little did I know it could potentially kill me.

See, I am out of shape, horribly. Since we challenged ourselves to do three hours of exercise a week, I picked the path of least resistance and chose to walk. Sunday I walked for almost four miles. It took me an hour. I thought I was going to DIE at the end of that hour. The next day, I was sore, exhausted and not sure I could manage two more hours of exercise by the end of the week.

That night, going out side to check on my adopted stray kitteh, I tripped in the dark, causing bruises, scrapes and punctures.

I blame this on the fact that my muscles were so fatigued that I could not correct my trip in time to save myself. My husband was amazed at my lack of coordination. I got no sympathy. His suspicion that he had married a true clutz had been confirmed.

Then last night, was pretty ugly. I have committed to taking vitamins to help things along on my "healthiness journey." I have always been able to take a large amount of pills with one gulp.


Until last night.

One of my pills got stuck in some mysterious little "pocket" next to my tonsil. It was stuck, and there was absolutely NO way I could dislodge it. I drank water. I hacked like any good kitteh with a hairball would. I ate bread, because my mom always told me that is what you do when you get a pill stuck.

I started gagging. The pill was lodged and unmoving, but it was beginning to dissolve with the massive amounts of water that I was using to flush it out. So now, my tonsil is burning because that little oblong vitamin D tablet had somehow turned into sulfuric ACID, and was beginning to eat my tonsil.

My eyes were watering, my nose was running, I was gagging and hacking and looking pretty miserable, when I look up and there stands my husband with a total look of fear on his face. "WTF?" was the question he asked. I hacked, and said "I hab a pill stuck," while frantically pointing to my throat.

He turns to get MORE water and mercifully, I gag/hack and POP, it comes up. *sigh*
I repulsed myself, looking at the partially dissolved evil pill laying in the sink. Throat burning, I looked down and was amazed that it wasn't bigger....It felt like a walnut had been lodged in there.

Today, tonsil is swollen, and I can't swallow without pain. I feel stupid. How could I have almost killed myself in the process of "getting healthy?"

SO, that is just my first three days on the diet, on this journey to be "healthy". I'm not so sure I can make it 87 more days...

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

End of Day 2, not so pretty, akshually.

How was supper?

This was me at supper.

 I had made stew in the crock pot.  When I got home, I was ravenous.  Bowls could not hit the table fast enough.  I did everything the diet books say not to.  I horked.  The stew was volcanic.  I did not care.  I am not sure I tasted any part of it.  I was starving.  It was so hot you had to chew fast and swallow before it singed your mouth.  

It was a feeding frenzy.  
It was not pretty.
My family was scared.
But, it was within points, within calories and it quieted the beast in my belleh!

Now, in retrospect, I wish I had calmly placed the stew in a bowl,  let it cool while I filled a glass of water, enjoyed the aroma and taste as I chewed each bite 26 times.  I wish I had done that.  I wish it had actually touched my tongue.  If I had done that, I might have an actual memory of the meal.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Day 2

Well, I think all the holiday shoppers can calm down.  Christmas does not appear to be around the corner, at least not from where I sit on day 2 of the 90  Day Challenge to Christmas!  Of course it doesn't help that our fall weather has been not so different than our summer weather.  Yesterday and today we are in the 100s. 

But,  *inhales positive thoughts, exhales negative tthoughts* we survived yesterday fairly unscathed.  

Things we noted were...

Fruits & veggies (Even with the WW Power Food Symbol)  are not filling.

~Eggs are a Godsend.  They are low cal and filling.

~Hunger is just going to be a part of this challenge.   Hopefully, Hunger Monster's stay will be a short visit. He just can't be the guest who over stays their welcome!

~ It does not take long to become out of shape.  An hour walk is exhausting.  

~ Eating healthy makes me tired.  It must be all the food chopping :)

~If I didn't have someone to do this challenge with, there is no way I'd be successful.

Monday, September 26, 2011

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

...and by that I mean there are a lot of veggies in the office today!

We are trying to embrace this new 90 Day Challenge, but I have to say that last night, as I debated what to have for supper, I felt  a lot like the kitteh on death row whose number was up.

  I thought long and hard about my "last meal."  

I probably thought a little too hard about it and may have started having negative thoughts about the challenge.  I may have begun to feel like I was in my own little prison, void of noms.  But I did not let it go too far before I began channelling my inner goggie. 

I, well, and the scale, reminded myself that this is the gift I want.

Being a kitteh, it is so easy for me to see this as a prison sentence, not a gift.

I know that I can do this.
I know I have done this.
I know it will not be easy, 
But thinking negatively about it will only make it harder.

So, pass me some of the Kool-aid (sugar-free please) those happy goggies drink.
I want my Christmas Gift!

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Prepping for Monday

As I prep for Monday, Day 1 of 90, I already feel my inner kitteh-ness and am reminded of this old e-mail.

Successfully receiving this Christmas gift is going to require channelling...

... goggie-ness.  

I believe Webster defines goggieness as "the ability to find enthusiasm for the mundane, happiness even in the a.m., and pure joy in the simplest of things."  Goggieness may be just what the vet ordered for the kittehs.  We need to take this challenge by the horns with enthusiasm, happiness, and joy, not our normal dread.  

I'm thinking that will be the key!

Friday, September 23, 2011

Merry Christmas to Us!

Original Pic found here.

No, this isn't an old post.  
Yes, it is still September.  
Yes, there is a point.

Here's the logic behind the madness. We once were WW success stories.  Looking back at food journals, it's like I don't even recognize those cats anymore.  We drank the WW Kool-Aid.  We were overachievers and made it all the way to Lifetime Membership.  Then we floundered in the  maintenance phase, seasons changed and exercise halted.  As our sleek coats fluffed back up, we read new health books, tried a few ridiculous diets and well, remained disgusted and unmotivated.


Not quite the trophy wives, our husbands had hoped for I am afraid.

So where's the logic?  

We are committing to tracking and staying within WW points and/or calories and 3 hours of exercise a week for 90 days as a Christmas present to ourselves.  

Being back at goal weight would be the best Christmas present evah!

No one can give us that gift.
We have to give it to ourselves. 

 Now is the time.  
This is the plan.  
We've committed to it here.

Wanna join us? 

 Monday, September 26th is day one!