Month: November 2018

The Coke Bottle

One of the most difficult changes I’ve made during this weight loss journey is cutting way back on soda.  I love soda.  I could drink it all day long, and drink nothing else…and for a long time, that’s exactly what I did.  I was consuming hundreds of empty calories each day just by chugging soda.

When my older stepson bought me a Yeti travel mug, I decided to start brewing unsweet tea at home and take it to work with me in my new insulated cup.  It’s awesome!  My tea stays cold, even sitting on my desk all day long.  Now I drink much more tea than soda.

So when my husband came home the other day with a bottle of Coke for me, I honestly wondered what in blazing hell was wrong with him.  Didn’t he know how hard it is for me to say no to soda?  Didn’t he care how hard I’ve been working to make healthy changes and lose this weight?  What was he trying to do, anyway?  Sabotage me?

He smiled at me and asked, “Did you read the name that is on the Coke bottle?”

I hadn’t even noticed.  I had shoved the Coke behind my tea pitcher in the fridge, hoping that out of sight would also be out of mind.

My husband is a bit of a smartass (okay, a LOT smartass), and we pick on each all the time.  So I figured the Coke bottle probably said something like “Poopy Head” or “Grumpy” or “Shorty”, something that he would laugh about and tease me about.

Well, I was quite wrong.  The label on the Coke said “My Love”:

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My husband said, “I thought of you when I saw it.”

How could I be mad about that?  I couldn’t!  I thanked him for the Coke and gave him a kiss.  Then headed out for a run, because hey, these pounds aren’t going to lose themselves!

Thanksgiving Weigh-In

I don’t usually write on my blog over the weekends, but I was just too excited today to wait until Monday.  I was worried about weigh-in this week for the obvious reason: Thanksgiving, eating more than usual, temptation, being off routine due to the holiday.

On top of that, I am trying my best to nurse this foot of mine and get it healed up, so I cut way back on my running, which is killing me.  I wanted to do a distance run this weekend, but I made myself table that until I am sure I am healed up.

I enjoyed Thanksgiving, started the day with a 4 mile run, and made sure I was satisfied but didn’t eat until I was bursting.  It was hard to get right back on track after that meal, but I knew if I didn’t, there was no way to avoid a gain on Saturday morning.  With less intense workouts, I was afraid of a gain anyway, no matter what else I did.

This morning was the moment of truth, and I am happy to report that I lost 1.8 pounds!  I am so proud of a loss during a holiday week AND with an injury.  Not too shabby!

I can’t believe how fast this Thanksgiving break is flying by.  (Why can’t the work week ever go by this fast?)  Time to shut off this computer and get back to my husband and stepson.

Happy Saturday!

Thanksgiving Survival Plan

54578a9b6d76bMost people are probably bustling around, frantically planning a Thanksgiving meal, calculating how many pies to bake, pondering which relatives to avoid sitting near each other, and strategizing their big grocery store trip…while I am mostly concerned about not gaining weight over Thanksgiving.

I will still weigh in Saturday morning as normal, so I need a plan to stay on track as much as possible.  First things first: I will work out that morning.  No compromises, no questions asked, no if’s, and’s, or but’s.  I signed up for a virtual Turkey Trot of 6.2 miles, so I will lace up and hit the trails that morning.

My plan is to eat my typical breakfast, and I would like for us to eat earlier in the day, closer to lunch than dinner, so that I’m not so full in the evening or before heading to bed.  I might add on a walk after we eat, depending if I have any takers to go with me (probably not!)

Friday will be back on track, morning workout, enjoying the day off, then venturing out for my younger stepson’s football game that evening.  Friday will be tricky.  Day off, out of routine, and a lot of leftover food in the fridge are all going to add up to a big, fat challenge, but I need to get a grip and stick to plan for a good weigh-in Saturday morning.

Not surprisingly, after increasing my running mileage so much, I have a pain in my right heel that I am concerned about.  It seems to fit all the symptoms of plantar fasciitis, oh yippee.  I have been reading a lot about it and treating it with ice, Epsom salt soaks, stretching.  I need to cut my miles and give it a chance to heal up, which is frustrating as hell.  I already planned a distance run this weekend, but I need to force myself to slow down and take care of this so it doesn’t get worse.

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Skipping weigh-in, no matter the reason, always makes me nervous.  More often than not, it leads to a gain.  So I stepped up to the scale with some apprehension Saturday morning.

I was shocked: I lost 4.8 pounds since my last weigh-in!  I had to weigh in a second time to make sure the scale wasn’t just being goofy.  That means I have already reached my November weight loss goal, and I have hit my next 10-pound goal (and reward).

Snuggling lazily in bed one morning over the weekend, my husband said, “You feel so thin.”  I had to ask him to repeat what he said.  Me?  Thin?  Nope!  I know what he means, though.  I have lost enough weight that I can see and feel the changes in my body, and even if I’m not at my goal yet, I am also nowhere near where I started from.

Yesterday I did some shopping to score some new running shoes, and I stopped into a department store that I like.  I had seen a nice top in there a few months ago, but I had decided not to waste money on a top that would hopefully be too big soon.  Well, they still had a few, and what do you know?  They were on sale!  I hesitated, then decided, fine.  If a size medium fits, I will buy it.  But I won’t waste money on anything larger than that.

I never expected it to fit.  At best, I figured I’d see how close I am to being able to shove myself into a medium.  But when I pulled it over my head, it smoothed right down my body and looked just fine.  I couldn’t believe it.  You better believe I bought that top!

When I first started this journey, I was wearing a size 2XL to hide my body.  The football t-shirt I bought at the beginning of my stepson’s season is now way too big, and I have a bag of clothes sitting in the backseat of my car, waiting to be dropped at Goodwill.  (Not the football shirt, though.  I will save that as a sleep shirt.)

I was thrilled when I was no longer a plus size, just a regular size large.  Now, some mediums fit.  Not all the mediums in my closet fit just yet, but just wait.  They will.  Soon.

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