Ever feel like you’re just a cog in the wheel of the world, and relegated to doing things the same old way, day in and day out? Ever think that the wheels on the bus really do just keep going round and round?
That’s how it is at times for me. My boyfriend is one of those tall, lean, super muscular types that has always been athletic and active, and has never had to diet. Welcome to my nightmare. I was all set before I met him. Well, in the health and diet department, at least. He introduced me to the joys and delicacies of salami from around the globe (which I never would be caught dead eating before), served with fresh baked tuscan bread and olive oil. Oh, and the incredible wines that we love to drink!
Don’t get me going! I’ll gain weight just typing this. But if I even think the words “diet” or “cut back,” or “slim down,” I may as well just say “fuh-get-abou-dit!” around our house and just eat the stinkin’ salami. Heck, if he doesn’t mind the rotund little sub-human species that appears before him after a few years of eating like he does, why should I even try?
If you’re new to this blog, welcome. Enter with caution. You will get the hard cold truth, the facts about things in life and the world – as discovered and submitted by my crack team of research experts (yeah, right), and hopefully you’ll laugh a little. Cuz my life is just one big joke. HA!
But you see I’ve been on this quest to get from this:
That’s my left hip / waist up there.
Stretch marks and all. I have no secrets, I know.
That’s me on the right. But it doesn’t
really matter. The red leather pants
are mine as well, and I use to fit in
them just as nicely!
The truth is, I stay fit for ME. And this is the start of week 2 of my “thin thinking, lean, mean machine” approach to fitting back into my suit. I started last week as documented on the post I’m a Thin, Light, Lean, Mean Machine – Don’tcha Know?.
I also want to clarify exactly why I am trying to lose weight. But I won’t do that here. To find out, you’ll have to read this whole thing. It’s near the end.
Last week I left you with the notion that I have GOT to lose 11 lbs. I have a business trip coming up and have to fit into my suit! It’s a brand new, gorgeous suit. Now comes the good stuff. HOW I am doing it? I’ll give you a hint: I am a lifer with that weightloss group you thought was only for old, fat, frumpy women. Well, guess what? It’s not, and I’m not. It’s just smart. Hello Weight Watchers. Yep. They’ve saved my life – or at least saved me from having to buy entirely new wardrobes – more than once. It’s true. I even go to meetings when I can. If anyone wants to get details on how I do it, you can go here to see everything I ate, as well as the “before” pictures of both hips, and that suit. Ich.
I have to say, there is this whole mental thing that happens when I try to eat healthy.
Take the Super Bowl, for instance. My boyfriend and I were spending time at our house in Moab, Utah. We don’t really know people in Moab. We planned to watch the game on our own. My boyfriend knew this was weird for me. I like people, and I like to be social – especially when there is a big event that everyone gathers together to watch.
So, in the morning of the big game he took me out to breakfast. Remember – I am watching everything that goes into my body. So, when our choices were limited to Denny’s or the Steakhouse that serves breakfast, I knew I’d be in trouble. In L.A. I could go to any number of restaurants – even Mel’s Diner on Sunset – where ordering something like steamed vegetables scrambled with two egg whites would seem commonplace to them. As a matter of fact, they’d have it on the menu. I held my breath and thought to myself, “We are not in Kansas any more Dorothy.” Besides, I knew it might be my only chance to see beyond the walls of our house on Super Bowl Sunday. So, off we went.
As I looked at the menu, I mentioned how I couldn’t decide if I should eat the amount of food I would normally reserve for lunch, and then have my yummy egg whites and grilled vegetables at lunch. Then it happened: Peer pressure. Holiday pressure. Non-dieter pressure. Pressure from someone who has never dieted in his life. “Why don’t you just enjoy the day? It’s Super Bowl Sunday! We can grill some great stuff and make some really good Super Bowl style food (translation: junk), and you can start again tomorrow.” I knew he meant well. He is so sweet.
I was forced to explain how it really works.
“Realize this,” I began, knowing full-well he knew he was in for a lecture of sorts. “If I live my life like that: eating junk food, or the holiday food of choice, or whatever – every single time there is a holiday, just because there is a holiday, I may as well forget about ever eating healthy, staying thin or living a healthy existence. Think about it. There is some occasion every single month, usually several times a month. Birthdays, client meetings, Super Bowl, Valentine’s Day, St. Patrick’s Day, Fourth of July, business lunches, weddings, you name it. I have to decide I am a healthy eater – no matter what the occasion – and only allow myself to eat that stuff, like nachos, when IIII really want it (emphasis on I). Sure, it always tastes good, but I have learned that I will never succeed if I live that way.”
He quickly agreed. Poor guy.
But he ordered the “lumberjack” which consisted of two sausage links, two strips of bacon, a slice of ham, two eggs, hashbrowns (the processed kind), two pancakes with butter, and an order of white toast with butter (and jelly, of course). Talk about will power. Mine, I mean. Come to think of it, I didn’t even flinch. I didn’t even realize I’d taken an inventory of his meal until just this moment.
I ate oatmeal with splenda. Yum.
I didn’t really crave anything on his plate. I wasn’t jealous or wishing I could have pancakes. I’ve also learned that all of those decadent, yummy, fattening foods are always around. They will find me, believe you me, no matter where I go or how much weight I lose. But I tried to remember the last time I ate and ordered whatever I wanted from the breakfast menu at Denny’s. If I tried to remember that two or three years ago, I wouldn’t have been able to recall. I would have laughed and thought with a distant memory of that greasy taste in my mouth, how it must have been in high school or something. But the sad thing is, as I looked at my boyfriend’s entire table of food, I realized I’d just ordered the lumberjack myself about two months ago. This is why I am here now, trying to lose 11 lbs.
How easy it is to slip into the land of “I can eat whatever I want and still look fabulous” mentality. I decided a few years back, and I am quickly regaining that resolve, that I will always have to work at being thin and fit, and that’s just it. If I decide I have earned the option of looking frumpy after reaching seventy, then I will cross that bridge, as they say. But even that thinking gets you in trouble. I can just see it. With that mentality, I’ll reach my seventieth birthday and head straight for the market to buy myself all the favorite foods I’ve kept myself from eating: pizza, manicotti, filet mignon with real butter, giant baked potatoes with real butter and real sour cream, nachos with beans and ground beef and cheese smothered all over them, enchiladas, with cheese and sour cream, and oh so much more. I’ll decide that my three-times-a-week yoga class can now be replaced with baking days. I’ll bake my delicious Russian Tea Cakes (all butter), my chocolate chip pecan cookies that have Cadbury Dairy Milk chocolate in them, and my fudge and peanut brittles, and every other kind of decadent sweet I can think of. I’ll say it’s because I’m older now, and I’ve earned the right to bake food for my kids and grandkids (if I ever have them). But in reality, I’ll be eating most of it myself, because hey – I earned it.
So, I’ve decided to plan to go out like Audrey or Katherine Hepburn. Slender, lovely, and full of style. That’s my plan anyhow, morbid and narcissistic as it sounds to speak of how I want to look when I die. It’s more about how I want to live. When I get older, I don’t want to lose my breath trying to lift my sausage thighs up the stairs, or to bend down and pick something up. But I’m so young and so far from being that age, you say? Well, now is the time to set patterns and lay the ground-work for how it with be then.
So NOW is the time – okay, last week was my NOW – but I have begun.
Here are my results after week 1:
Start Date: Thursday January 31, 2007
Height: 5′ 5″
Goal: 125 lbs
Beginning weight: 136 lbs
Weight after week 1: 132.5 lbs (02.07.08)
Net Loss or other: – 3.5 WOO HOO!!!
Now as to the reason I am on a quest to lose weight, and even more important, why I feel compelled to explain it again? Well, some of you out there are wondering (I know this, because I am clairvoyant) what in the world I am doing trying to lose weight. You think I’m as thin as I need to be, and I thank you for the good thoughts toward me.
My response? Only I know where I need to be. I am not, nor have I ever been anorexic. You will see this when you take a look at what I eat in a week! I vowed long ago to never let my weight get to the point where others decide it’s time for me to lose it. By then, it’s so far gone, it’s extremely difficult. I know. It happened to me after I gave birth to my youngest son. Oh – about six years after. It was way past my time then, and took several weeks and months of hard work and dedication to get to where I wanted to be. I will not let that happen again. I know the signs. It happens slowly. Five pounds in a year, or so. But it doesn’t stop until you get tough on yourself and reign things in. So, I’m doing it. End of story. But again, thanks for caring!
I’m on my way to a renewed me. What about you? What are you doing to get healthy this year?
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First of all, thank you for making the rest of the female world feel so normal (especially with the love handle foto…sweet 😉 haha j/k). Why is it that as women we obsess over the weight issue? It must be a societal error that we feel so compelled to be a certain weight. Being lighter does not change who we are. The truth is when I have been at my lightest and when I have been at my heaviest…people always tell me that I “look the same”. Hmmm are they calling me fat? Cuz I know when I am fat and when I am closer to being thin. I know exactly how you feel when you say you are staying “fit for ME”. Really, it’s our body and we should be able to work on looking however we want. I start to wonder about the intentions…is this thought coming from me the “I” or from me the “self”? One is ego driven based on the internal dialogue that tells us that we don’t look good and we can’t be happy until we look good. The other is sheerly present to the “Now” and looks at the ego from a nonjudgemental witness perspective. Soley observing…watching and aware that this is only a part of the incessant stream of thinking created by the ego. Than there is the whole “Law of Attraction”….that says the Universe is required to give us what we ask for and that like attracts like. It says that we need to change how we think about what we want in our life. This law is obedient and responds to the feeling behind it. So if we say “I don’t want to be fat anymore” …It’s almost as if that is exactly what we are asking for. “Don,t , Not, and No” are all words to avoid when we are setting our intentions for the day. Instead of saying, “I am not going to eat junk food today” we can say, ” I intend on eating healthy today”. The intention is based ,on strong desire and little doubt. On to GOALS vs. INTENTIONS… Goals help you make your place in the world and be an effective person they are future oriented and rooted in illusion….On the other hand, being grounded in Intention is what provides integrity and unity in your life. Through skillful cultivation of intention, you learn to make wise goals and then work hard towards achieving them without getting caught in attachment and outcome. Intentions keep you connected to yourself..especially at times of emotional storms….In a nutshell, setting intentions is simply making a commitment to align your worldly actions w/ your inner values.
All this just to ask you if you think that changing the wording of your intentions might help?
WOW Andrea! GO Girl! You’ve captured it in a nutshell! Let me rest your mind at ease – that my intentions are there. Well thought out and planned, with careful consideration.
Now this stuff about being attached to the outcome – that’s for a whole other discussion on a whole other blog. But what on earth would people ever strive for if they were not hopeful and determined toward an outcome? I don’t call that attachment – I call it intention. I’m on this road to achieve those things I “intend” to achieve. Then we cross bridges at every turn. It’s all about the journey, girlfriend – and as I say – “Enjoy Every Moment” – as well as being who we want to be. Just being. xoxo
Thin Light Mean Machine Dude says
I eat junk food cuz it makes me feel good! Then I read long, wordy replys posted by women who think too much… yikes! I just lost 2 pounds! Better fetch for a twinkie before I slip through a crack in the sidewalk.
Just smile, be happy. That’s what people really notice.
Now I better stop typing… My fingers are starting to look thin.
Wow dude! Great insight! I have to say, a smile does go a lonnnnng way! 🙂
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I am still where I was when we last spoke, also going back to WW…started to exercise…and am getting VERY organized, and I keep reading that is a sign for weight loss (somehow it mentally relates, so I am counting on it. 🙂 I have about the same to lose, and am about your current weight, this week…you have inspired me to get more serious-thanks again, you give new meaning to 20 points a day. 🙂 And no, I don’t think you are anorexic, I think it is a realistic approach, I don’t want to be old and fat either. 🙂
Will Sherwood says
Way to go, Ms. Cheevious!