Let’s talk about goals

Tomorrow is my next weigh in day. I already cheated and weighed in today, despite my promises to myself to only do so once a week. So, I already know I lost more weight (yahoo!), but I’ll wait for tomorrow to share how much. After all, who knows what kind of chaos could ensue if I post my progress to my first weight goal on Thursday instead of Friday? I don’t want to be responsible for launching a zombie apocalypse, so I will be safe and wait until morning.

You’re welcome!

So, anyway…

A few days ago, I shared a few goals for the week. As goals go, they were kind of lame, because they were not particularly specific or quantifiable. Maybe next week my goal should be to set SMART goals, but this week vague is how I roll, so deal with it!

Here is how I did:

Goal 1: More real food (organic when possible). Cook more, open fewer packages. I’ve been thinking about this and have realized that my issue isn’t really that I eat a ton of pre-packaged stuff. I eat the odd frozen dinner here and there, but my issue is more that that, even though I really DO like to cook, I also like to eat out. Eating out is not just about the food, but about the experience.

While I did cook a lot more than usual, I won’t lie and say I didn’t eat out this week. I did, however the cool thing about Weight Watchers is that I’m finding I can dine out in moderation without getting off track as long as I plan ahead. Now, when someone invites me to dinner, I make them go to Mongolian Grill type places, where I can control over what I eat. I find it to be a good compromise. I get the experience of eating out, while still being able to fill my plate with lots of 0 point veggies. And, if they’re really not into Mongolian Grill, I have my Points Plus restaurant app (love!) and can almost always find some manner of grilled chicken or fish that will fit into my plan.

The one thing I did learn is that no matter how motivated I am or how good I think I will be, I am banned from buffets. We ate at an Indian one tonight, and while I did stick with mostly vegetarian fare, I also ate way more than I should have. Luckily, I had a ton of “plus” points left over, so beyond being annoyed with myself for losing control, it won’t make a difference as far as staying within points goes. So, I am choosing to look at it as a lesson.

Goal 2: Make better food choices (just because it’s within my points does not make it healthy) by eating fruits and vegetables with every meal and being more mindful to how food is prepared. I have a bit to go with this one, but over all am pretty happy with my progress. I stayed within my points, I ate a fruits and vegetables as snacks, as sides to just about every meal and made a lot of really great salads (modified versions of black bean, corn and mango salad and couscous with squash, pistachios and sultanas to cut out some of the fat) and even managed to enjoy myself at two potlucks without going over my points for the week.

Goal Three: More water, less diet coke. I know it is SO bad for me, yet I persist in drinking it. I am going to wean myself from it or my name isn’t Sophronia Dalrymple! I have my case of Gerolsteiner and am ready to go. Starting now, it’s all about 64 oz. of water a day. This is by far the toughest for me. As bad as I know it is for me, Diet Coke has become like the elixir of life in my world. I crave it like a junkie (which makes total sense, considering how addictive that toxic brown liquid is). The good thing is that I managed to drink a bottle of two of Gerolsteiner a day and did a lot of filling in with jamaica (hibiscus flower tea). The great thing about jamaica is that it has a wonderful side effect of being good for high blood pressure at the same time as it is deliciously red and refreshing. So, while I have a bit to go before I am off the diet coke train completely, I have cut my consumption considerably.

So, I will end for tonight with the reminder to myself that perfection is not the goal, it’s lasting lifestyle change. There are bound to be a few hiccups along the way, but I have made leaps over the past couple weeks and think I’m doing pretty well so far. How is your week going?

More tomorrow…


Things are getting juicy

Three days ago, the juicing began and today I woke up to angels singing Händel, except instead of “Hallelujah!” they were singing “Mastication!”. Seriously. I did not think I could ever miss chewing as much as I came to after day two of the fast. That said, I am so happy I hung in there and stuck it out! Now that it’s over, I feel lighter, healthier and proud that I took one small step toward doing something good for myself in the New Year. Here is a fun piece The Hairpin did on the 3-day juice fast, and this is how the experience went for me:

Day 1:

Woke up feeling raring to go. My fridge is filled with Ziploc baggies to dump in the blender every few hours. I am feeling self-satisfied as I sip my morning detox tea. The dogs are less excited. As the day goes on, I can see they are experiencing their own emotional detox. Whenever I go to the refrigerator, they gather round, eyes shining, bodies wiggling excitedly only to look dejected when they see that it’s just another of those “stupid bags” as I am sure they come to call them in their heads. Every time I take one out, their eyes narrow and they look at me in disgust. Around five o’clock, Teddy is tearing up the phonebook. As I pick up the pages, I see they all contain ads for pizza. Well played, labradoodle. Don’t let the stupidsilly name fool you. They may look like muppets, but they are devious and I am convinced he was about to call for take-out. But my resolve is strong! By the end of the day, I feel lighter. The shakes don’t taste bad. I could even see myself incorporating one a day into my rotation as a meal replacement. This is easy! Go me!

Day 2:

Woke up with a raging headache. I drink my detox tea and wonder if it’s worth it. Because they are furry little bastards, the dogs look at me as if to say “You know it’s not. You would feel SO much better if we all sat down to a nice, chewy breakfast.” I take some ibuprofin and ignore them. By 9 a.m., I would almost kill for a diet coke and a tofurkey sandwich. Instead, I drink my morning shake. Afterwards, my head still hurts. My stomach feels a little googly. I decide that my tofurkey sandwich will definitely be on olive bread and may or may not involve swiss cheese, but will definitely feature avocado.

As I chop vegetables for the green shake, I’m wishing I would have done the prepared baggie thing again for today. That made things so much easier. After my lunch shake, I’m still dragging. I start to wonder if I’m not just getting sick. I get the headache. It’s the lack of caffeine. I am kicking myself for not heeding the advice to slowly start to ween myself off of it starting a week before beginning the fast. I was eager to get started and didn’t want to wait. Next time, I will plan better. The googly stomach (don’t look at me like that, it’s a legitimate medical term!) confuses me more. How can vegetables and fruits I eat already make me feel all wonky inside? I do some googling and learn that this is a normal side effect and I should “embrace it”, because it means it’s working. Yay! I resolve to find the person who wrote this and send my cat to gack in their shoe when they’re not looking. Embrace this, biatch! Meanwhile, I continue with the juice drinks. My head still hurts. I make it to about 8:30 pm before breaking down and drinking a small glass of diet coke. I try to divert my attention from food by reading Teri Reid’s Loose Ends, a funny, paranormal mystery that has me laughing out loud in parts. I read the whole thing in the matter of a few hours and go to bed feeling victorious, despite the momentary lapse into coketasticness.

Day 3:

Home stretch! Hooray! Still have a bit of a headache and the dogs don’t even bother to follow me to the refrigerator anymore, but my stomach feels better. I can do this. It’s only one day. I can do anything for a day. Is it just me or do the shakes feel thicker? The green vegetable one feels especially “chunky” and hard to swallow today. On days one and two it tasted fresh and I was openly mocking the commentor who said she could barely choke it down. Maybe I just didn’t blend it enough. Work is busy, so I don’t have too much time to think about what I’m eating or not eating. When the shake alarm on my phone rings (“My Milshake brings all the boys to the yard,” okay, not really, but how awesome would it have been if I’d thought of that!), I go blend, then get back to my desk and drink while I work. Towards evening, I celebrate the end of my fast by going to Trader Joe’s to stock up on healthy, non-chemical and preservative laden groceries. Oddly enough, I realize that I am not craving candy and burgers, but whole, healthy foods – just foods that I can chew. I buy nuts, fruit, ingredients for things like pumpkin soup (organic, unsweetened canned pumpkin, delicious, but seasonal, so stock up!) , black bean & orange chili and nice, crunchy, fresh salads.

Day 4 (The Aftermath):

I’ve been avoiding the scale while I was juicing, because I didn’t want to be discouraged by any numbers, but today, I weigh myself. I am down 5 lbs. I feel a little tired and have a runny nose and watery eyes, which leads me to believe that while some of the run down feeling might have been due to allergies or the beginnings of a cold (I haven’t figured out which this is yet). Still, I feel ligher and good as I toast my whole grain bread and wash the berries I’m going to have for breakfast. When the dogs see me preparing real food, they look at each other smugly. I can tell they’re thinking, “Ha! She’s finally caved!” Little do they know that I think I will do it againperiodically – maybe the whole thing or even just for a day here and there. More importantly, I have done something good for myself and have taken the first step of the many toward my goal and am on a good path. Go me!




Beach Sept 07 110 by Martina
Beach Sept 07 110 a photo by Martina on Flickr.

Yesterday, to celebrate my first five pounds, I decided to allow myself a little reward. While it makes complete sense to NOT make these things food oriented, I decided after thinking about it for most of the day that what I really wanted was an eggroll. Just one lovely, golden eggroll. I won’t lie and say it wasn’t delicious or that I ate it and immediately wished I hadn’t. It was good and I enjoyed it. But…

What I enjoyed the most was that I was able to eat it without losing control. I ate it (in place of my evening shake and protein bar) and then went back to what is becoming my regular diet and that was the end. I have been a good dietary citizen all day today.

Of course, this morning when it was time to step on the scale, I had a moment of regretful panic about my eggroll devouring ways. For a moment I feared I my five pounds would be back and I’d be instantly teleported to the room in hell where they keep the most heinous of gluttons – the eggroll eaters. To make matters worse, Richard Simmons was glaringly unavailable to absolve me of my dietary sins. I suppose that’s probably for the best, because it would probably be startling to have him spontaneously pop out of my shower in that tank top and striped shorts he favors.

As it turned out, even without Richard, it was all okay. My five pounds are still gone and I am still feeling good about the start of this journey. I do think, however, that I need to think about some non-food rewards.

What kinds of things motivate you? Here are ten ideas I came up with for the next time I feel deserving:

1. Buy a DVD and have a pajama day (I’m feeling Burlesque for my next reward!)
2. Books
3. Facial
3. Theater/concert tickets
4. Bubble bath
5. Museum outing
6. New music for my iPod
7. A new hair color
8. New exercise clothes
9. A new camera (that one’s for a bigger milestone)
10. A trip (Hawaii anyone? I’ve never been and have always wanted to)