Wow…so I got the dietitian (RDN) and I was so excited about making the leap.
I had no idea the amount of energy goes into meal planning and prep. Seriously…
Ok – so within the first week I was down 1 pound. Then I attended the Arnold Palmer Invitational Golf Tournament. It’s an annual pilgrimage for me. 15 years or more I’ve been going to this tournament. I enjoy meeting up with friends and eating/drinking.
With the tournament over, I was back to shopping, preparing, cooking, measuring and packing. This is not fun…nope. Not at all.
I’m one week in and this is getting old. I’m one week in and I can tell this is my Achilles heel. This is getting old and painful. At this point I’m up to 3 meltdowns in the grocery aisle. There are so many things in this world I can do. But pick a yogurt among several shelves a mile wide…nope.
I’m hyperventilating trying to figure out is it nonfat or low fat. Regular or Greek. Breathe…Breathe…UGH…
I went to the brink of quitting and letting the dietitian have ALL my money. It is also at this moment where I realize why there is a no refund policy. But then….a Godsend. Literally.
My Sorority Sister recommends a personal chef. Then a dear friend (and Sorority Girl) recommends a Health and Wellness Coach.
My Vibe Tribe is coming together. Dietitian, Personal Chef, and Health and Wellness Coach.
I am 2 Legit to Quit…
Well, well…got my results from my physical. Basically, I’m healthy as a horse except for that set of numbers that determine my BMI. And since my growth spurt is long gone…I’ve got to get to work on lowering that number and my blood pressure number. Something tells me that they are related…
I’ve been on a plant-based diet for 6 months. I look leaner and some say “younger” but I really want to get in better shape. I’ve ramped-up my work outs and hired a nutritionist. Our meeting is later this week.
I’m excited to have someone else put together a plan. I’m actually looking forward to taking a break from cooking too. Looking for temporary chef to prepare my weekly meals or a service like Fit Life Foods.
I’m actually proud of myself –allowing someone to assist in my planning. I answered all questions and exposed some vulnerability. Giving up control in believing only I know what’s best for me.
Let’s see how it goes…
Love got me into this and I hope love will get me out…
More than a year ago I celebrated a milestone birthday. Leading up to the birthday there were many celebrations filled with amazing food and libations. Friends and family showered me for months with dinner, champagne, and happy hour. Because I don’t generally let anyone to take care of me – I gave in.
45 days post birthday – my job was eliminated. In fact, the entire team was laid off. Nothing like getting laid off with co-workers that are also friends. We would get together to the movies, to brunch, to bottomless champagne.
By the time I started my new job 6 weeks later I had to buy a new wardrobe. All that loving was showing around my mid-section.
The new gig is awesome and the team I work with is amazing. But we really enjoy eating together. I had to have a real discussion with myself , pick self-love and book an appointment with my doctor. My doctor recommended that I try a plant-based diet for 30 days. More on that – next time…
One of my interns shared that she noticed that words are important to me. As I embark on this weight loss journey I needed to understand what was tripping me up. We all know to change your body composition is about diet and exercise. For example, how I got in this situation was robust food and champagne consumption and not exercising. Also, the last two weeks I was on medication that jacked up my weight just as I was finally getting it straight.
As I think about the phrase “diet and exercise” I realize this phrase was stressing me out. Diet to me means deprivation and exercise to me means pain. Recognizing that words are important to me – I decided to change my strategy. Change “diet” to portion control and “exercise” to shake my butt. My challenge isn’t really what I eat – but how much. For example, I love green grapes. Green grapes are healthy but not when I eat about 2 pounds over the course of a day.
Shake my butt is something I feel I can do for at least 30 minutes a day. However, If I tell myself I need to exercise…well I will find any excuse not to.
My goal is for the next 30 days to exercise 30 minutes and to right size my portions by following the My Plate recommendations. Also, for the next 30 days I will enter my progress in My Fitness Pal. This will be experiment of mind over matter (?). I will report my progress weekly. Wish me luck!
I feel as if I’m doing the cha cha. Every step forward comes with two steps back. My sinus, upper respiratory, ear infection triggered my trigeminal neuralgia in my right cheek. For the last month I’ve slept through the night only 3 times.
The medication I’m taking requires that I eat “hearty.” The first night I tried to eat light. It only took an hour before I got sick. So now I’m sick, too exhausted to work out and eating hearty. I’m not at my heaviest but I’m slowly creeping in that direction.
For the last year, every time I was ready to launch a full on fitness program something happened. It’s as if my body wanted me to take some time off and rest. I’ve been an athlete most of my life. Does my body just want to chill?
It’s understandable that my body is tired. However, I don’t like this fuller version of me. How do I balance being fit and giving my body the rest it requires?
(in informal golf) an extra stroke allowed after a poor shot, not counted on the scorecard. (online dictionary)
December 2017 – January 2018 was not counted on the scorecard. My role of 11 years ended at a company I was an employee for 16 years. It was the holidays after a milestone birthday. I celebrated the start of one milestone and the ending of another. The celebrating didn’t really include extensive cardio exercises or golf. It did include a lot of champagne, cake, and amazing food. Also a new strength training routine and I learned my way around a weight room.
January began with a new role and a new waistline (also a new roll). Despite the extra poundage I was “over the moon” happy with my new beginning.
Now as we enter into March – I’m giving myself a mulligan. I’m settling into my new responsibilities at work so now it’s time to get back into a work -out routine.
My goal this year is to get back to my solid “thickness” and ditch the low dosage blood pressure medicine. Wish me luck!
I get by with a little help from my friends.
I’ve been struggling staying committed to working out. Some days I’m in beast mode. I spring out of bed- get on my gear and work out like I have a future “court” date with Serena.
Other days I’ll turn my workout time into a leisurely stroll down social media and the only thing doing reps is my pointer finger scrolling. So I had to think when have I been most successful?
Accountability challenges. Yes, so I reached out to a friend, got down on bended knee and offered her the role. She said YES! We set our parameters. Online Zumba game for 45 minutes and 30 minutes strength training. I chose 6 days/week –she being an overachiever chose 7 days.
Yesterday marked one week in. So far so good for both of us. For example, there was a day that I started running errands at 8am and returned home at 9pm. I just wanted to be one with the couch and chill. But no…I dragged my tired butt to the guest room and cranked out 54 minutes of Zumba with wrist weights.
Later in the week, due to my schedule I broke the Zumba in 2 (25 min parts). The other bonus is this plan is helping me hit my Fitbit goals too.
I’m excited and motivated. I’m glad I didn’t give up trying to figure it out. Sometimes you have to keep trying things out until you find what works.
Get your head in the game. Your inner coach yells. Stay focused on what you’re eating and working out.
Yet get out of your head when the workout is kicking your butt and you tell yourself you can’t do it.
Or when you tell yourself one bite of cake or one piece of candy won’t hurt. Except it never stops at one bite or one piece. It’s a negotiation with your brain that’s lost the minute you open your mouth send that savory piece of heaven southward.
Which is it? Head in or Head out? Ugh! It’s like a bad case of hokey pokey.
As if that wasn’t enough, I was hoping to start 2 a- day- workouts. But that second workout must have lost its invitation in the mail.
Strangely, I’m not having abandonment issues. I just can’t get my head in the game and clock in.
Fingers crossed that next week I can make it happen.