Sunday, January 15, 2012
First things first. I don't think that I'm a food addict. The more and more I researched and dove into my "problem" and how I would fix it, the more I realized that my issues are more or less just NORMAL issues, magnified by some serious hormones right now. Breast feeding has provided me with a SERIOUS cocktail of craziness, as many of you have experienced yourself, I'm sure. It's difficult to remember that I'm not 100% myself right now, because it's not like I can FEEL the specific chemicals going to work on me. I have felt a certain mellowing out of things though (can I get a "hallelujah!" please?) and because of that, have been able to really put a finger on the real things I can work on right now, and the things that I shouldn't put so much focus on.
My kids bring me so much dag-nabbin joy, that I almost can't stand it! And my little tank, Diesel, is honestly a bottomless pit. The kid eats more than his sister. I wake up in the morning absolutely starving, which isn't anything I've ever experienced before. I think where I go wrong is with WHAT I put in my mouth. Cookies for breakfast? Come on, Wendysauce. I'm all about convenience, and what's not convenient about throwin' down some cookies and milk? Hahaha, I know. I know. Those habits have recently been put to rest (two days ago lol). I mean lets be real, here. I may be basically maintaining in my weight, but I've never been happy at this weight, so if I think I'll start being happy anytime soon, I'm crazy. One day at a time! Today is a good day. I dropped the kids off at the pool, and literally lost 3 lb. Tmi in all it's awesomeness, yeah!
So here's some little goals, and some things I'm doing to help me in my ever-so-gradual journey to weight loss. I've decided not to fad diet, because it's not healthy to do while I'm nursing, and nursing is my top priority right now.
- Doing The Biggest Loser challenge. It's 8 weeks. It started yesterday. I PROMISE to lose at least 1 pound a week, on average. I know that I will likely lose more than that, because I'm making a lifestyle change. I just don't want to commit to more than 1 lb a week, because then I'll obsess and be disappointed if I don't lose a lot, which sets me up for failure. I want to have the mindset that there's nothing to fail at here. I'm moving down a path towards a better me, and if it takes a while to get there, so be it.
- Joined myfitnesspal.com. It's a free social network for people trying to get in better shape. It helps count calories, document exercise, make friends, etc. I'm new to it, was referred there by a couple of friends. So far, so good.
- Got a bodymedia fit. I heard about these from a friend of mine. She was a part of the last biggest loser challenge, placing in the top 3, and raved about it. I did some research, and ended up getting one for my Dad for Christmas. He is absolutely obsessed with it, and it's definitely helped him in his journey to healthier living. I'm really excited to get mine in the mail. I ordered it Friday, and did overnight shipping, but alas, it's Sunday and it's still not here. Sad day. But I'm anxious to see how it helps me. It guarantees 3x the amount of weight loss you'd have without it. It does this by monitoring your heart rate, your sleep patterns, your calories in and your calories out, etc. You were an arm band 24/7, and it throws down your info for you to see in front of your face. If you have some extra money laying around, I'd say invest in one. Especially if you also have an iphone, because there's a rad app to go along with the BMF.
- Cutting out soda. That's right. I said it. But let me be clear here. I drink A LOT of soda. It's just the thing to do at my house. We used to only drink coke zero, but Neal started getting headaches, so now he won't touch anything less than regular coke. So I was used to downing 2 cans (or less) of coke zero a day (still bad, I know), and when we switched to regular coke, it tasted better, so I was drinking even more! In two weeks, I've gained like 6 pounds. And that's the only habit I'd changed. Thanks a lot! So, no drinking soda for me. I'll not limit myself like if I'm at a special dinner and I wanna sip of Neal's or something. But it won't be a household staple for us, and I certainly won't be stopping at Del Taco or Mcdonald's for a little "pickmeup" either! This will be a big help, I think.
- We will not be going out to eat for one month (gasp!!!!!!!!). I almost just wrote that I HOPE we can stick to this one, but what's a goal if I say dumb things like that from the start? Since Neal is on board with this one, I'll have someone to help me in that department. This will be a particularly challenging one for us, as we eat out/get take out quite a bit because of his job. But alas, we will be making this change for more than just the obvious health benefits. When I was going through our bank statements to get some information for our taxes, I couldn't help but notice that (besides bill paying) about 90% of our debit card purchases are on (GASP) EATING OUT. Fast food, Sit down restaurants, Neal's many stops at gas stations while at work for snacks and drinks through out his long shifts....you name it. We spend a lot of money on food. I mean, a lot of people probably do. We have always known we eat out more than the average family (thanks to my parents, who instilled that habit in us. it's just so convenient!), and it's just time for a change. So for one month, we will see this out, and if it makes a huge difference financially, we will likely easily carry out this goal for longer than one month. This will have obvious benefits for me as I'm trying to live healthier myself!
- Drinking water. And lots of it. We all know how awesome water is. I need to get my sippy cup by my side again, and find a way to make my kids leave it alone!! Hahaha. That's always the biggest challenge there.
Like I said before, though, I'm excited to get my bodymedia fit. I know that having the calculations in front of me will help me see in black and white exactly what it is I need to improve on. More sleep, more water, less calories, more exercise, whatever. It's personalized for me, and that's the sort of attention I need as I am learning new habits to be healthier, and ultimately happier.
Monday, December 12, 2011
The sort of neat thing about all this is, now that I'm looking the little demon in the face, it's not nearly as powerful over me. But that's the other thing. Part of the 12 step program is realizing that you're powerless to your addiction. I'm not sure I fully understand that yet, because I am feeling like I have more control over my actions now that I'm acknowledging the issue. More to learn there, I think.
And then there's the other thing. Drug addicts aren't supposed to replace their addictions with anything else; alcohol, etc. So, is a "food addict" (I still have a hard time taking that term seriously, hence the marks) not supposed to ever eat a cookie? Exactly. It's just not black and white. So, anything that I choose to do is going to be what's right for ME. If someone else out there feels like something else would work better for them, please follow your instincts. We all have different issues.
When I think back to times when I've been the most depressed, it is usually the morning after I've eaten bad. One of my favorite things to do is eat late. There's something about my late night alone time, when the kids are in bed, and Neal is asleep early for work the next morning. I can break out a snack that I don't have to share with anyone - no slobbery little mouths, no greedy hubby...it's just for me. I can turn on my favorite night time shows, it doesn't have to be cartoons or car shows or news or anything FOR someone else. It's just for me. So I end up watching a couple of shows, indulging on my favorite things. I think this is perfectly okay to do every once in a while. I certainly wasn't doing it every night. I think where I started going wrong, is when I'd allow myself to sit down with a whole bag of pita chips and the container of hummus, instead of getting a plate and plopping a serving on it and limiting myself to that. But, it just felt good to get lost in my shows and my snacks without a care in the world. Obviously, this is my biggest hurdle that I'll need to change.
So, how do I change this? Well, for over a week now, I've been going to bed with everyone else. When I don't watch my shows late at night, I don't end up wanting to snack. I end up not over indulging, getting more sleep, and even finding productive things to do in bed if I'm not ready to fall asleep. Like, reading the scriptures (on my phone). I started in D&C last week. I haven't read through it since seminary (terrible, right?), so I've decided it will be something that I can do. So far, I think these things are helping me to slowly get a grip. Obviously I still struggle with the same every day things, like my body image, etc, but I'm not completely OVERWHELMED by them, where it's all I can think about.
My meeting last night was good. Remember how in my last post I said that all I could think about since the first meeting I went to was the next meeting I would go to (last night's)? Well, at 5pm my mom was like, "Aren't you going to ARG?", and I'm like, "Yeah but it doesn't start til 5:30." Well I was wrong. I rushed out of her house in pj's with zero makeup on, and showed up 15 minutes late. I missed the reading of the step, which I believe was step 6, something about having a change of heart. I KNOW I needed this step. Obviously I'll read through it on my own. Last week was about confessing, and in addition to that I did steps 1 and 2 on my own. So this week I will do steps 3 and 4 on my own, and then catch up and do step 6, so that next sunday I'm good to go with step 7. In case any of you are wondering, you can go to LDS.org and look up the churches Addiction Recovery Program. You can download a copy of the lesson manual/12 steps, or you can find a group local to you. If there's anything you feel like you need to change in your life, the meeting is wonderful for that. There are addicts of every kind - shopping, video games, tv, eating, drugs, alcohol, grief, you name it. I would suggest looking up a group. They're very anonymous, and a great place for letting out anything you feel like you have difficulty talking to just anyone about.
I'm gonna do another post, by I don't want to combine it with this one, because it's a big enough topic to do on it's own. So on to that. It's about this week's meeting/step 6, having a change of heart.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
But heck, no one's in the clear, I guess. There have been a few days since having Diesel (9 1/2 weeks ago) where I've felt a new level of "depression". I don't wanna slit my wrists or anything drastic like that. I just really feel overwhelmed with a sort of self loathing. I want to sit in a chair and eat. All. Day. I don't want to move from said chair other than to shower, take care of the necessities for the kids, eat, and eat. Oh and go to the bathroom. Today is one of those days. Although I did clean the house.
I am in such unfamiliar territory, and I'm not certain how to handle it. I know that tomorrow I will wake up and not struggle with the things I'm struggling with today. That's how it's gone the other two times I've felt like this. But it's weird feeling this way. Let me explain.
I've always been chubby. I always talk about it. I've always had self esteem problems because of it. I've never, however, felt like my eating was a particular problem. I've let myself believe that I just don't like exercise, and that the quality of the food I eat isn't the best. But I've never felt like I abuse food. Until just recently, anyway. I've had 3 days total since having Diesel where I'm getting glimpses (day long glimpses, BAH!) of just exactly what my problems are.
Today is the third of these days. I ate and ate. I didn't enjoy the food I ate. It wasn't particularly awesome, in fact it wasn't even on my list of favorites by a long shot. But after I would eat, I would feel better. Well, during and after. And then ten minutes after being done eating, I would feel the desire to eat again. So I would. And it's not like I'm sitting down and polishing off a family size bag of chips or a case of oreos. I'm just snacking much too frequently, even when I'm already full. And I'm doing it because I like to be filled. Does this make sense to anyone? I've never been able to identify with others before on levels like this. I always thought I just really loved food. Not that I had a need for it or any other unhealthy attachment. I just liked to eat like I like watching movies, or something! But today I watched myself eat myself into deeper and deeper self loathing and depression. It was weird.
I think my new found awareness of my "issue" has stemmed from my recent awareness of addictions and how they hurt people. And more importantly, what exactly an "addiction" is. My brother has been an addict since just after highschool. After years of sobriety, he recently hit rock bottom again. Drugs. Someone else I love dearly struggles with another addiction, and as I've learned to help both this friend and my brother, my own problems are flashing around on a giant blinking sign right in front of my face, it seems. Food is not my friend. I abuse it like my brother abuses (abused) drugs, and it's just as unhealthy for me as it is for him. I feel out of control, I feel shame, and it's essentially killing me. Granted, I can't O.D. on cereal or anything, but my health certainly suffers from my lack of care. I see this as a problem, and something that I need to take seriously. But it's also something that I'm absolutely ashamed I need some help with. Not very many people understand unhealthy relationships with food, so it's totally embarassing. I think my husband might be one of those people. He never abuses food. He always takes care of himself. It's easy for him to pass up the cookies or brownies if he's eaten a little too unhealthy in a day, and also makes sure to work off any extra calories he's consumed. He's always WANTED to take care of himself. Like most people, his love for food is healthy and normal. It's a non issue for him.
So, I'm sad about this. I'm sad at this self-realization, but I'm also glad that I'm finally aware of it. It's been easy living a life of denial. I can absolutely sympthasize better with addictions of other natures, because all addictions are the same, as far as being behavioral issues. The bad thing about all of this is, just because someone is aware of their addiction doesn't mean they're gonna do anything about it. My issues with food totally suck, but instead of feeling like I can get a handle on things, it's just thrown me into a gnarly sort of depression. I wish I was one of those people that's all stoked up on running and exercising and eating right. I'm just not. So it's a lot of work for me. It's hard enough finding time to just straighten up my always-messy house. But now I've gotta make an extra effort to turn my cheek to the one thing that comforts without fail? Granted, it hurts me in the long run because I'm just grossed out by myself after, but shoot, if I'm always grossed out by myself anyway, I might as well eat for SOME moments of comfort, right?
I'm sure a lot of this has to do with my always-present hormones from nursing. On top of my LOVE for food, I'm hungry much more frequently than "normal", so I've allowed myself plenty of excuses. Allowed and STILL allow, I should say. It's a decent excuse. It's the truth. I'm always hungry because I nurse my kid ALL THE TIME. He's such a hippo. But, when I'm depressed, I eat even when Im not hungry.
Anyways, no point in continuing. You get the point. I hate food for making me feel good sometimes. Just like my brother probably hates and loves drugs for making him feel better sometimes too. Guess I need to take care of my ish. My brother is. It's the least I can do too.
Friday, October 7, 2011
1 lb. 99% Fat free ground turkey breast
10 Mini Peppers (I used red, orange, & yellow)
1/2 Medium onion
2 Roma Tomatoes
Shredded lettuce or red cabbage
Light Sour Cream
Cooking spray (Pam)
1 Packet Lawry's Taco Seasoning
This recipe is super easy. I grilled up my peppers and onions first, and set them aside. Turn your skillet on high heat, spray with pam, and saute them until they're the consistancy you like:
Once I'm done grilling the peppers, I set them aside and start on the ground turkey. I set my skillet (same one I used for the peppers) to just over medium heat. I added garlic salt, pepper, and even a little crushed red pepper for some kick. Season it to taste, but don't over salt it cuz you'll be adding taco seasoning. The meat will release SOME water, but not much. Add about 3/4 cup to the mean once it's almost done. Sprinkle taco seasoning over top of meat. Mix it all in and finish cooking til most of water evaporates and sauce thickens:
WHILE THE MEAT IS COOKING, you can utilize your time to cut up the produce at the same time. Chop your tomatoes and your lettuce/cabbage, and mash up your avocado and add some garlic salt to it. Shred some cheese if you like, for the others in your family that might want it. Cheese is not included in the points for this taco:
Instead if frying, microwaving, or heating your shells in foil in the oven, we like to give ours a little added texture by using pam and grilling them up in the skillet. Use high heat. We spray the pan, throw down a tortilla, spray the face up side of the tortilla, and add a dash of salt. Turn the torilla over so that both sides get grilled:
And then, VOILA! You get this AWESOMENESS when you load it all together!:
Each taco contains:
1 TBS light sour cream (1 pt)
1 TBS avocado (1 pt)
Tomatoes (0 pt)
Lettuce (0 pt)
Peppers & Onions, cooked (0 pt)
Corn Tortilla (2 pt) - Note: Two tortillas works out to 3 pts.
2 ounces Ground Turkey (2 pt)
Salsa (if desired) (0 pt)
So, I'm finally taking control. I've gone on diets before. I've worked out like a mad woman before. All with a number in mind. "Oh yeah I'm totally gonna lost 50 pounds in 6 weeks" or "Heck yeah, I'm gonna be a size 2 by Christmas" (and it's halloween and I'm in a size 10 or something). Yeah. Totes realistic, right? Wrooooong. I'm hoping that now that I'm soooooooo maTure (say that with a real 't' sound, and not the typical "chhhhh" sound) and a mommy of two (gasp), my priorities have changed. I don't want to get skinny to fit in a bikini (though that would be nice to actually look like a human being and not an oompa loompa in one). I don't want to lose the weight so people have more respect for me (though the positive attention will do marvelous things for my self esteem). I don't want to binge diet so that I lose weight so fast my body goes into crazy shock and I'm mad unhealthy. NONE. OF. THE. ABOVE. I want to be able to move quickly as my toddler bolts for the street. I wanna be able to lift my infant's carseat into my MASSIVE TAHOE without smashing my fingers on the base or on the door jam cuz I'm just to weak to have any sort of strength or control. I wanna go for a run and not stop after 10 steps because my boobs are throbbing from the maniacle bouncing. Sing it with me ladies: I wanna live. I wanna be healthy. (And lets be real. Being able to buy lingerie in ONE PIECE instead of two would be stellar. And looking HALF decent in it would be nice, too. Lingerie is supposed to empower women. It toooootally makes me want to close my eyes and pretend I'm wearing a big purple barney the dinosaur suit.)
So, I'm on my journey to LIVING!!! Yay!! I've joined a challenge with 14(ish) other people, and I'm looking to become the Biggest Loser. Honestly, if I don't win the challenge, I think I'll still be pretty darn thrilled by the time 13 weeks rolls around. Because I know with a surity that I will likely be at least 25 pounds lighter, which means I will be feeling pretty dang great about myself. And I'll be half way to my goal. And THAT, my friends, would be PHAT.
So, each evening that I make dinner, it will most certainly be awesomely healthy and rather easy to fix (otherwise I simply WOULDN'T make it). Tonight's dinner was seriously BOMB-DIG. Because of that, I want my efforts to be shared with the masses (or the 2 or 3 ladies that choose to read this blog, lol). I'll take pics and the whole 9 yards. Look forward to my next post - Ground Turkey Fajita Tacos. Sounds nasty, no? Best tacos we've had all year. And it's been a long year!!
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
1) His right eye. I noticed it his second day of life. It had an unusual white crustiness to it after periods of having his eyes closed. When I mentioned it to the nurse (we were still in hospital) she dismissed it with the wave of her hand and said it was likely a reaction to the goop they put on their eyes after they're born. "It happens a lot." So fast forward one week, and each day has gotten progressively worse. Today, he can't open his eye unless I clean it for him. It's crusted closed in what looks like light green boogers, and then there's a circle around his eye of dried stuff, which today (for the first time) showed up in a totally unfashionable yellow-orange color. I called the nurses hotline. They are so so stupid & not helpful at all. Always the same conversation. (We called them when his circumcision was oober bleeding). "Fever? Swelling? Trouble eating? If so, take him in." Gee, thanks for clarifying that for me.
2) Labored breathing. My biggest concern. His tiny little chest is trying so hard with each breath - NOT something i experienced with Mckenzi. He's not congested, he's not gurgling, his breathing is clear. It's just heavy. He breathed normally for the most part, but today I've noticed it's more labored more frequently than not.
So I'm concerned. My whole family has been sick (meaning my nephews, my dad, my mom, mckenzi, neal...mostly in that order. only my dad is still sick) and although Diesel has none of the same symptoms, he is not perfectly well baby. My mind races with the possibilities. When I think about the REAL facts (no fever, no grumpiness, he nurses awesome, pees and poops like a champ) and then my mind tells me that things can't go all that bad too quick. I plan to take him to the doctor tomorrow. I'm just concerned my concerns will be dismissed.
Does anyone know why an infant's breathing is labored? Or if that's ever normal and ok? Every time I called the nurses hotline when Kenzi was little, about her being sick or something, they always asked a very specific question about her breathing. Whether it was labored, and if I could distinctly see her ribs with each breath. So that has me freaked. Obviously, I don't want my baby to stop breathing.
Being a mom is physically challenging, obviously. But the emotional challenges trump it all. You never know love like you do when you have a child, and trying to imagine life with empty arms is darned near impossible.