Sunday, brought the challenge of attending a children's party. I had the points, but quite frankly didn't want to use them on junk food and cake. I began by keeping myself busy with helping set up a few last minute details. But still managed to eat a handful of cheese puffs while watching the kids in the bouncy house. I could have earned some activity points and jumped around in the bouncy house, but quite frankly I could see myself getting stuck in the smallest little entrance hole I'd ever seen.
Just as thoughts of eating cake started to float in my head, a fellow mom on Weight Watchers said NO WAY was she eating cake. She had no more points. And cake isn't just a few points, it's like 9. That's a whole meal! Her will power gave me the strength to help pass the cake around, but not eat it. I'm so proud of myself because I had just cake Saturday night. Two pieces of cake in one week is a no no. Call it borrowed will power, but the unexpected support of this woman helped keep me strong and pass on the cake. Yeah!
Monday, January 16, 2012
Sauerbraten
This past Saturday, my Dad turned 75th years old. The family celebrated at a wonderful little German restaurant for lunch. I did pretty good on controlling my eating and had the points for cake later. Celebration and food walk hand in hand and indulging is a given. However, I'm trying really hard during this first week back to stay on tract and not cross the line of over eating. I studied the menu ahead of time and looked up the points to my favorite dishes. I was prepared and pointed. It seemed almost all of us at the table had our eye on a German favorite, Sauerbraten! Wunderbar! Guten Appetit! The evening ended with really good laughs (which I'm convinced must earn you activity points), photo opportunities and hugs and kisses before departing. Happy with how the day ended on so many levels. Time with my family is easy and fun. We can joke with each other and always have a good time. Happy Birthday, Dad!
Friday, January 13, 2012
Running on the treadmill
Since I joined the gym over a year and half ago, a little fear I have had was to run on the treadmill. I would just envision myself falling flat on my face. This week while walking on the treadmill, I just felt like I had to run. All built up inside of me was this energy ready to pop out! I upped the speed and just started jogging. I went for it. That's all. Just started a nice easy jog. I jogged in spurts, a minute at a stretch. And I didn't fall! It seems miracles are happening everyday in my house. Still four more days to go to complete the week, but I feel confident I can do it. Like someone just picked me up and put me back down on the right path.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Nothing short of a miracle
Okay, okay, so every person trying to loose weight knows you should weigh yourself just once a week and later when maintaining, just once a month. Let's get this straight right now, I know no one that while trying to loose weight doesn't go on the scale EVERYDAY. Yup, everyday. AND good thing I did. Because after one day of pointing out my food and exercising I was down 4 pounds. It's given me the immediate motivation I need to stay on track. Woo hoo! First thing I did was call Sister 1 for a conference. We call this initial weight loss, the 'water weight release' or 'not real fat loss'. It's just a loss of the temporary bloat your body is ready to get rid of at any moment.
Day 2 back on the wagon went really well. No exercise today though, but a lot of smarter choices made throughout the day. Even going to bed with 1 point left. Yep, the whole day for this food addict was nothing short of a miracle!
Day 2 back on the wagon went really well. No exercise today though, but a lot of smarter choices made throughout the day. Even going to bed with 1 point left. Yep, the whole day for this food addict was nothing short of a miracle!
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Dusty
If this blog were a book, it would be covered in dust after having been put on a shelf long ago. Almost 5 months TwoSistersWithOneBigFatProblem has had to take a back seat. An update is in order. September for me, Sister 2, brought long grueling work hours—most weeks were easily 70-75 hours. Blog was the first to go as work ramped up. Eating properly was a close second. So, by the end of September I was up 2-3 pounds. Managing those kind of work hours, two children, a house, etc. for me gets quite stressful. And stress is the trigger for me. Like runners lined up for a sprint waiting for the shot to GO! my food addict habits are just under the surface of my skin waiting for the opportunity to take back the lead in the race to control my weight. October is a blur, it involved some heavy doses of Halloween candy, ignorance that a scale lived in the corner of my bathroom and pants were getting snug. All this time my only saving grace was that I was still getting to the gym. However, I felt ashamed feeling the new work out clothes I desperately needed were getting tight and was feeling like I was stuffed in a sausage casing.
It would be wonderful to stop there in the story and reveal some glorious epiphany that puts the brakes on the out of control eating. But no. By the beginning of November I'm up 7 pounds. And now my update takes a terrible twist. A turn of events that put the blog, weight loss, the gym, my work... all on hold.
At 9:30 pm, the night of November 10, 2011, I let my dog out for 'final pee-pee' without visually scanning the 1 acre of fenced in area first. Little did I know I let my dog into our yard that had two black bears in it. The sounds of animals fighting was immediate and so was my reaction. Me, Sister2, ran out barefoot to rescue my dog from being mauled to death. Without knowing what my 90 pound German Shepherd had gotten tangled up with, I found myself in seconds face to face with a Mama black bear protecting her cub. She swatted me and my dog. Mere seconds passed and the incident left me with a 5 inch gash to the head that later required 22 staples, a partially severed pinky and a bite wound to my right hand and wrist from my own dog.
It's 9 or 10 weeks now from the event that had/has turned my household upside down. I was hospitalized for an infection for 5 days, had to get rabies shots, addressing bulky scar tissue issues and have to constantly exercise my hands. My dog had to have surgery and is recovering nicely, despite half his body having to have been shaved.
So what happens after a bear attack? How does one move on with sticking to a diet? For me, I said hells bells, I'm eating. Every moment was about comfort food for my soul. I really wasn't thinking about anything else. Thanksgiving and Christmas rolled in with fanciful delicious food and I needed to eat and take stock of life. New Year's rolled past and here we are in 2012 with the need to put this event behind me growing in my mind. It can no longer stop me from getting my focus back on track. My health is so important to me and my family. I feel I have been recovering as well as I am because I HAD been going to the gym, working out, and eating right for so long. If I had all that weight back on me from last year, boy that would have been horrible.
Today, I woke up with a spark. A spark to help ignite my will power, my soul, my everything to engage back into weight loss mode. I started with honesty. I went on the scale and am now 14 pounds up from all those 32 I lost last year. I am not upset. I was attacked by a bear for cryin' out loud! I feel it in me to take control again. I logged back onto WW site. I downloaded the amazing bar code scanner tool that tells you the points of what you scan. I went to the gym and RAN on the treadmill (earned 3 activity points). And am back to the blog.
Today a spark, tomorrow a blazing fire. I will not give back all those pounds. NO WAY. And seriously don't mess with me, because I apparently am in the business of wrestling bears. Hmm, I wonder how many activity points you can earn for that?
It would be wonderful to stop there in the story and reveal some glorious epiphany that puts the brakes on the out of control eating. But no. By the beginning of November I'm up 7 pounds. And now my update takes a terrible twist. A turn of events that put the blog, weight loss, the gym, my work... all on hold.
At 9:30 pm, the night of November 10, 2011, I let my dog out for 'final pee-pee' without visually scanning the 1 acre of fenced in area first. Little did I know I let my dog into our yard that had two black bears in it. The sounds of animals fighting was immediate and so was my reaction. Me, Sister2, ran out barefoot to rescue my dog from being mauled to death. Without knowing what my 90 pound German Shepherd had gotten tangled up with, I found myself in seconds face to face with a Mama black bear protecting her cub. She swatted me and my dog. Mere seconds passed and the incident left me with a 5 inch gash to the head that later required 22 staples, a partially severed pinky and a bite wound to my right hand and wrist from my own dog.
It's 9 or 10 weeks now from the event that had/has turned my household upside down. I was hospitalized for an infection for 5 days, had to get rabies shots, addressing bulky scar tissue issues and have to constantly exercise my hands. My dog had to have surgery and is recovering nicely, despite half his body having to have been shaved.
So what happens after a bear attack? How does one move on with sticking to a diet? For me, I said hells bells, I'm eating. Every moment was about comfort food for my soul. I really wasn't thinking about anything else. Thanksgiving and Christmas rolled in with fanciful delicious food and I needed to eat and take stock of life. New Year's rolled past and here we are in 2012 with the need to put this event behind me growing in my mind. It can no longer stop me from getting my focus back on track. My health is so important to me and my family. I feel I have been recovering as well as I am because I HAD been going to the gym, working out, and eating right for so long. If I had all that weight back on me from last year, boy that would have been horrible.
Today, I woke up with a spark. A spark to help ignite my will power, my soul, my everything to engage back into weight loss mode. I started with honesty. I went on the scale and am now 14 pounds up from all those 32 I lost last year. I am not upset. I was attacked by a bear for cryin' out loud! I feel it in me to take control again. I logged back onto WW site. I downloaded the amazing bar code scanner tool that tells you the points of what you scan. I went to the gym and RAN on the treadmill (earned 3 activity points). And am back to the blog.
Today a spark, tomorrow a blazing fire. I will not give back all those pounds. NO WAY. And seriously don't mess with me, because I apparently am in the business of wrestling bears. Hmm, I wonder how many activity points you can earn for that?
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