A Story About Shrinking
(Meaning We're Talking about Weight Loss Stuff)
So I started a new weight loss/get healthy(er) program the other week. Thanks to things like age and the fact that I don't walk across a campus and teach all day anymore, I was weighing more than I ever have before in my life. I'm five-foot-three-and-a-half, people! (And with a "small frame" if you believe those BMI chart thingies.) I should not have the same "ideal" weight as a six-foot-tall man.
People said I "still looked great" when I would casually mention this and while I mostly believe them, the important thing for me was that my clothes were starting to not fit or be tight or uncomfortable or (worse yet) fairly unflattering. And I simply don't have the budget to buy a whole new wardrobe to fit my expanding belly and booty and boobs (and other body parts that don't start with the letter "b"). And some of my current clothes are really cute, dammit! I don't want to get rid of them.
And my previous ideas of using MyFitnessPal to log my meals and trying to work out wasn't cutting it. Frankly, because I wasn't doing it (especially the "working out" part). And this new program promised to help me build healthy, long-lasting habits which are (apparently) key to not only losing weight, but keeping it off.
One of the big things with this program is to celebrate my wins/successes/whatever. That's not easy for me. I mean, I will definitely toot my own horn about my awesomeness in other arenas, but talking about these goals/wins, especially since some of them are so tiny, feels weird for me. It may be in part because I've never struggled with my weight before; I've never had to worry about what I eat. I've always been curvy (read: "BOOBS, I have 'em"), but I've also always been slender/properly proportioned. But you know the old story: you hit 30 or 35 and your metabolism suddenly says, "Well, that was fun!" and packs its bags, abandoning you mid-snack-break.
So this is me, trying to celebrate some "wins" and healthy habits. For example: I've been eating apples -- grabbing one on the way out the door to have as a mid-morning snack, having one as a side with my lunch instead of chips or bread.
And let me tell you, that is a BIG DEAL because I love me some crunchy, savory, salty, delicious carbs. Keep your sweets, your desserts, your chocolate and cakes and ice cream. Hand me a loaf of bread and a bottle of wine, and I'll be a happy camper.
Don't mistake me; this program doesn't say to cut anything out entirely or to deny yourself things. It's more about moderation; "moderation in all things," as Aristotle taught us. So, y'know, I'm not supposed to eat just the bread, or ALL the bread ALL the time.
Today I ordered my lunch (before walking the 0.6 miles, roundtrip, to pick it up and come back to the office), and I hesitated. I almost picked that delicious side of French baguette to go with my turkey chili. I really, really wanted it. And I can have it, remember! Just not all the time. And then I remembered that I'm planning on making pot roast with potatoes and carrots and gravy for dinner this evening, so maybe I should save some of my carbs and calories for that and holy shit another healthy habit just happened!
Planning ahead, also filed under "Shit I'm Not Good At."
I don't plan ahead (food-wise). I don't "meal prep." I haven't been looking ahead at my calorie allotment for the day and planning accordingly -- or planning at all.
But look at that! Up there! I just did it! Go me!
So I ordered my apple and was a little proud of myself. And I walked to the restaurant (0.3 miles, per Google Maps) to pick it up and then walked back to my office again (0.6 miles total because math). And I opened my bag to get out my bowl of turkey chili and there was my apple, happy to see me. But what's that? The bag is still heavy? I look inside, and the restaurant also gave me the chunk of French baguette (equally happy to see me).
Curse you, and your accidental carbohydrate generosity, restaurant!
I won't be eating either item anytime soon as I'm thankfully I'm stuffed from lunch -- well, not "thankfully." The goal is to feel satisfied, not "stuffed" or uncomfortably full.
Today's Pro-Tip: if you're also getting a smoothie, you probably only need a cup of soup rather than a bowl.
So now the apple and the bread are both just sitting on my desk, staring at me, possibly judging me. #SuspiciousStillLife
Please note: this post is not a request for tips or advice, nor is it an advertisement for said program. If you want info on it, just message me directly.
