Weekly Weigh in #3

This week was much better than last, because I lost 1.6 pounds! Wooooohoooo! :D I was feeling really discouraged over last week’s lackluster loss (.2 – remember? pssssh), but yesterday made me feel better about things. (And I’ll be honest, if not a tiny bit disappointed as I reminisced over the old school fiber-riffic Weight Watchers plan that could help you shed 3-4 pounds a week at first)


I still had some indulgences this week that made me grateful for a nice loss – I had french fries one night, Thai food for lunch one day, and a slice of birthday cake. The fact that those types of food CAN fit into a weight loss plan make me feel good. (Sorry – I don’t buy the crock of crap about “it’s not a diet, it’s a lifestyle”. It will be a lifestyle for me when I’m not wanting to steal candy out of the hands of children. Most people don’t track everything they eat for the sake of it being a “life style”.)

My total weight loss after three weeks is 3.8 pounds. This is a good, steady loss and hopefully one that will not be coming back. This week I vow to keep tracking, make good choices about late night snacking, and keep going to the gym. This weekend will be a bit of a challenge as it’s my one year wedding anniversary, and to me, celebration always entails delicious food. I’ll have to try and enjoy the deliciousness without stuffing my face. It’d be awesome if I could hit five pounds down next week…. Let’s see what I can do! Have a great week!

 

 

Grown Your Own Marinara Sauce

It’s almost August and our garden looks like this: A big, sunburned, sprawling mess – but this is when all the best stuff comes out of it! (Can you spot my gnomey?)

Floppy Plants

I’ve been slowly collecting a massive harvest of roma tomatoes and have been meaning to make marinara all week. I don’t know if it’s really “marinara”, but I roughly chopped up all the tomatoes, added 2 tbsp olive oil, a couple of leaves of basil, 7 garlic cloves (Yes – it is shameful – I will never have a torrid love affair with vampire Erik Northman.), 1 cup of red wine, 1/2 a red onion and some coarse sea salt and pepper. I let it simmer down for awhile until it got really juicy and then added one can of tomato paste.

No Ragu Up in this Hizzy

I mixed it with the pasta I had on hand – mini rotini – some leftover garlic bread – and voila! A delicious, carbolicious dinner. (How many WW points? 7. (5 for pasta, 2 for sauce) But the garlic bread was 6.) Home made pasta sauce tastes so much more rich and has a delightful tang.

Nom Nom

Here I am enjoying my dinner – don’t judge on the frazzled “Almost the end of a crazy week” face.

Mmmmm dinner!

And because I think they are the coolest things on earth, here are my new hot dog boxers that I scored for only $7.95 from Old Navy. If I can’t eat Chicago hot dogs every day, at least I can wear ‘em.

WEINERS!

I weigh in on Saturday and am hoping to have better results this week. My pants are feeling loose and I was able to twirl my wedding band around my finger which usually tells me I’m not bloated like a water balloon, so I consider these good signs. I’m avoiding salt tomorrow and I’m heading to the gym right after I hit “publish”. Cross your fingers for me – hope you’re having a great week!

Rockin’ Red Potatoes

Do you know how much I love potatoes? THIS MUCH *stretches arms out wide* Potatoes are awesome. I think they’re kind of underrated, because admittedly, they’re not the most flavorful thing in the world – but maybe what makes them so great is how they can be dressed up in so many different ways. Recently, I had an influx of red potatoes as Matt and I both bought bags of them without realizing we already had them. I decided to utilize the massive herb garden at our house and make herb potatoes. While the points value isn’t super low (6+ per cup), potatoes are so filling that you don’t need a massive serving, and these kind of feel like junk food because they’re so yummy. Roast them until they’re golden brown and crunchy and you’ll think, “What diet?”.

Crispety Crunchy Golden Deliciousness

You need:
5 Large Red Potatoes, scrubbed,cut into chunks and then rinsed (removes extra starch)
2 Chopped Green Onions
2 TBSP Olive Oil
2 TBSP Water
2 TBSP Fresh Rosemary
2 TBSP Fresh Oregano
2 TBSP Fresh Thyme
2 Garlic cloves
Salt to taste

Green Goodness

Preheat your oven to 400. In a food processor, add all of the washed herbs (stems removed), green onions, 2 tbsp olive oil, garlic cloves, salt and water.

Slime!

Pulse until it’s a paste – it’s ok if it still has some herb texture. In a large mixing bowl, toss the raw potatoes with the herb paste until the chunks are coated.

Spread on a pan so they get nice and tan!

Arrange in a single layer on a baking pan and roast until they’re brown on the sides and easily pierced with a fork.

Finito! Bon Apetit!

Eat one serving, resist seconds, pretend you didn’t eat five more of them off the baking sheet, and enjoy!

Weekly Weigh In #2

No trumpet fanfare this time. :( Yup. I weighed in on Saturday and lost a massive…. .2 pound. Not even half of a pound. .2 of a pound. As Matt said, “That’s a fart.”

I ate healthy things like Greek salad this week.

I was pissed. Like “wailing on the punching bag so good that the teacher complimented on my super strong jabs in kickboxing class” pissed. I weigh in before my boxing class on Saturday mornings on my gym. I worked out and seethed about the fact that I tracked EVERYTHING, from the handful of Doritos to the dinner of nothing but popcorn the night I saw Harry Potter. I tracked the good, the bad, and the ugly, thanks to the little pop-up reminders on my iPhone. The temptation to cheat was strong, to lie and think that I really had 1.5 cups of pasta and track 1. But I knew cheating on tracking would only be cheating myself.

I love boxing.

How did I react to my lackluster weigh in? I ate. I pigged out. I didn’t track anything yesterday. I had an Indian dinner with my gal pals and we enjoyed a very rich meal. I scarfed a samosa, butter chicken, matar paneer, white rice, naan, a chai latte and a giant coconut frozen yogurt with dark chocolate chips. I did EXACTLY what I need to learn to avoid. I need to learn how to not let a small letdown turn into a big fat snowball avalanche of “Screw it, I’ve already messed up, might as well eat whatever I want.” Any tips?

I’m still disappointed about my lack of a loss but I think I’ve figured out what it could be. I tracked everything, and used my weekly points in addition to activity points. Even though I was within my points allotment, I made some bad choices this week, like salty, greasy things that didn’t pack as much of a punch as leafy greens or lean proteins would have. When I did lose weight on Weight Watchers the last time I tried it, I  didn’t usually use my flex points or activity points. I know my body just well enough to know that the tiniest little screw up can equal a disappointment at the scale. So next week, I’ll be measuring. I’ll be using the recipe builder. I’ll be staying away from the Doritos and movie theatre popcorn. I’m giving myself a fresh start tomorrow. I’m also going to step up my cardio, because I only made it to the gym twice last week.

I’m also going to avoid eating salty food the night before my weigh in. Because somewhere in the cavernous depths of my mind, I’d like to think that I really DID lose weight this week, but the loss was just… lost, among water retention and bloating. Next week, weight loss, you will be mine!!!!!!

***Please send prayers and thoughts to the families and victims of the Norway shooting, in addition to the families and victims of the Chinese train crash. Please also send healing thoughts for addicts around the world who are struggling like Amy Winehouse was. Even though her death was expected, a loss of  life is still profound and should be respected rather than ridiculed in its earliest moments.

The 3 Letter Word and What it Means to Me

Fat.
Three letters. So powerful.
Or is it?

I know the power of words. I use them everyday. I make a living from putting them together in pretty patterns. Words can save lives, hurt feelings, educate, make people laugh, make people cry, cause wars, invoke injury, death – you name it. A word is often times not just a word. The word “Fat” is a particularly interesting one because of its loaded meaning. As a little girl, fat was the worst word in the world. It was that thing you never wanted to be – the word that was whispered in hush tones, the ultimate failure, the sad word that caused bad eye contact and blushing cheeks. But now – fat is just fat to me. It’s a jiggly tummy, it’s the draping skin of my arm. It’s soft and plush and a place for my husband to rest his head. It’s yummy meal after yummy meal. It’s a part of me, and maybe one day it won’t be, but for now, fat is fat. I’m not going to let it have the power over me that it used to. There was worse things in life than being fat.

First Progress Picture - 48 pounds to go!

Some people disagree with me. That’s fine. It’s not their battle to fight. It’s mine – and for now, fat and I are kind of like acquaintances, neighbors. We’re not friends, but we live in the same neighborhood and we gotta make it work for the time being, ya know? We’ve known each other for a very long time.

That picture up there was taken a few minutes ago in my backyard. When I look at it I might think “fat”, but it’s not out of hatred. It’s just me. It’s 5 feet, 9 inches of strong, capable body, courageous and maternal heart, creative and powerful brain. I see a confident woman,  a happy woman, somebody who believes in the power of her brain and personality, and yes, even her good looks. I see me – happy, successful me, who’s graduated college with honors, married an awesome guy, started a wonderful career, and is working on making peace with her rambling and random mind.

So, I’m fat. So be it. Fat is fat. It is what it is, and I’m working on losing it to be a healther version of the Me that I already know and love. So I can have a family and keep up with ‘em, so I can hike up a mountain overlooking the valley without huffing and puffing. So I can react to stressful situations without a scary spike in blood pressure, and so I can go on airplanes and roller coasters without fretting about a tight belt. So I can buy cute dresses and flattering swimsuits.

Fat is mean, scary, unfair, and unhealthy, but it’s also just fat. Three letters. Not so powerful to me, anymore.

What does fat mean to you?

 

Weekly Weigh In #1

*Trumpet fanfare* I had my first weigh-in yesterday… and it was successful! I lost two pounds! In my weight watchers experience past I usually have a more impressive loss the first week of the plan, but I definitely used all of my weekly flex points (those are kind of like a “free” pass for a  little splurge or treat (but you still have to track ‘em)) and ate well all week, including fatty fatbomb things like ice cream and garlic bread. (Curious what points are? They’re a numerical value assigned to food based on carbs, fat grams, protein and fiber. For example, an orange is 0 points, but a dinner roll is around 4 points.) (How many points you get to eat a day depends on your weight. This is one instance where being fat = win.)


The biggest struggle this week was remembering to chart what and when I ate. It’s not second nature for me yet to write down what I’ve just eaten, but thankfully, the iPhone app I’m using has little text reminders that pop up and remind me to log everything. Another challenge? Not having seconds. Sure, on the plan I can have seconds, but I think logging everything makes me realize the give and take or the trade off value of seconds versus say, having dessert later.

Today I stocked up on pre-portioned snacks, because I need a lot of grab n’ go options with my busy schedule. I picked up some Fiber-One 90 calorie brownies (2p+), natural fruit leathers (1p+) and some yummy instant iced tea flavors like mango acai. My challenge this week will be continuing to track and make good choices amongst the usual stress and chaos – I have a busy week coming up!

If you’ve ever started a “lifestyle change” or diet, what was your most impressive first week loss?