Sunday, May 17, 2009


It's Sunday night and I had a better day today! As a matter of fact, last night after I wrote the last post, I went out at 9PM for a mile walk with my son. I came home and drank water and dumped out the rest of a bottle of Coke.

This morning, I got up and had tea and a smoothie: plain nonfat yogurt, frozen banana, fresh mango, carrot juice, protein powder, and spinach. I put out the first pitcher of sun tea of the season (I use green tea) so I have something healthy to drink (iced). I was fairly active, got some stuff done, felt better. Lunch was a veggie pasta salad (tiny shell pasta, light mayo/skim milk/packet of dry Ranch mix, chopped cucumbers, grape tomatoes, black olives, baby red onions, bacon bits, peas. I wanted to add steamed broccoli but was out.) My snacking went a little overboard (a mini frozen pizza, 300 calories... and an ounce of cheddar) but even when I went shopping I did *not* stop at any drive thrus. I just can't be eating that junk and shouldn't eat in the car, either. Bad habit. So I am glad I made it through a day without Starbucks or McDs or any other evil drugfood.

I made a pot roast for dinner with mashed potatoes (made with skim milk) and low fat gravy. It was good! I only had about 3 oz of meat and a small serving of potatoes.

After dinner, I went for a walk with my other son. It was hot today. We ended up walking to a convenience store for an ice cream bar. Hey, it's still progress... and most importantly, I got some much needed one-on-one time with my boy.

Now it is 10pm. I usually feel sick if I eat after about 8, and get heartburn that keeps me awake at night. My (growing, teenage, can-eat-the-house-and-stay-fit) son just came upstairs and made himself a personal pizza for a snack. And I wanted one. I still want one. I want it so bad I can taste it. And it would be NOTHING for me to go grab one from the deep freeze in the basement, bake it up and eat it. But I decided not to do that. I know I didn't have a perfect day, but why make it worse by eating pizza NOW? No point in that. May as well enjoy the small successes of the day and aim even higher tomorrow.

I think I'll get to bed early and get off to a good start for tomorrow, starting now!


Anonymous said...

Great job, Lyn! You have such an awesome way of getting right back in there and not letting anything hold you back. That's why I know you are going to be TOTALLY successful!

Fat[free]Me said...

Sorry to have missed your last post - sounds like you have been having a rough time of it. But well done for turning it around and getting back to healthy living - your body will thank you!

Greg at Live Fit said...

Sounds to me like you had a great day. As they say, Rome wasn't built in a day, and the process of changing your daily habits is much the same.

Deciding to lose weight is easy. Making the tough choices to deny what you have always done is the hard one. You took a positive step today. Congratulations!

Crabby McSlacker said...

I think the decision not to have that pizza was HUGE.

Those sort of "I so easily could have..." moments are real triumphs. In my mind, they count way more than when temptation is minimal--it's like almost like resisting a really compelling temptation rewires our brains and makes future healthy choices way more likely.

Hooray for you!

SeaShore said...

I'm glad you had a better day. Well done resisting the pizza & drive-thrus, dumping the coke, and taking a walk. You had a lot of successes today.

Hanlie said...

Well done on putting the brakes on and making better choices!

PatriciaW said...

Hey, we get back up on that horse as soon as we fall off. And, in case you haven't noticed--assuming you're not a rodeo cowboy--we back on one leg at a time.

I threw out the unused portion of the vanilla frosting. I drank a ton of water last night, and more this morning. I had a protein breakfast--one egg and two strips of bacon. (Okay, not the turkey bacon I usually eat, but definitely an improvement over the spoonfuls of Captain Crunch I kept sneaking from my youngest's bowl yesterday.)

I packed a piece of steak the size of a deck of cards, and a nice portion of collard greens for lunch. I have a protein bar for an afternoon snack, and I'll be drinking lots more water. We can do this!

bbubblyb said...

Sounds like you're feeling better. Time with the kids is always a good thing.

spunkysuzi said...

That, my dear, is a great day :)

Anonymous said...

I've been having a rough week! My highest weight ever was this February at 274lbs at 5'3" and I started gradual changes and am trying to get exercise (but with some physical problems: pre diabetes, anal fissure, 3 fibroids size of oranges, ulcer, some spinal degeneration; and a major depression diagnosis) but have worked so hard to get down to 248lbs.
I stopped at a neighbors last week for a moment to drop off something and got an unwelcome"intervention" from her and 3 other neighbors, all of whom have never been obese in their lives (I asked that night.)
From their comments (and the flow of wine) I began to realize my weight had been the topic of conversation. Their concern that I was losing weight too "fast" and my "poor self esteem" and how concerned they were about "issues" that I had and needed to let "go of and be free" were anything but helpful.
I'm now having problems leaving my house again. I'm experiencing over whelming hunger and cravings for pop, fried anything, chocolate cake, ice cream and really have messed up a lot since then.
One of them came by an apologized, but I'm having a lot of anxiety and find myself waking up at 2am and being unable to go back to sleep and wanting to raid the kitchen to ease the pain and anxiety I'm experiencing. I hate myself afterward and have been sitting around in a daze from lack of sleep, getting nothing done.
Like the Queen song where they sing of a "devil put aside for me" I do feel I have a personal devil that throws all kinds of obstacles to losing weight in my path. From strangers comments, to trying to exercise and hurting myself, it feels like everyday I'm pushing a stone up a wall and it falls on me every night.
I don't like admitting all that is wrong with me, and wouldn't have admitted to the ulcer but they kept trying to push alcohol on me and I finally said "No, I've got an ulcer."
God its hard! Why does it have to be doubly hard when people put you down and try to tell you stuff they know nothing about?