Unsafe at Any Size

Not my feet, not my scale, not my weight

Whaddya know!  Tracking works.  You know that, and I knew that.  I know it again, too.  I lost 2 lbs this week, for a total of 113 lost.

I know that tracking works, so why did I stop?  Because it was all too much.  When I was originally tracking, I was doing flore- eating core foods but tracking points.  I wouldn’t eat my weekly points or my activity points.  Not surprisingly, it was very effective, but also hard to maintain.

When I got down to 22 daily points, I panicked.  This isn’t the way I wanted to live my life!  So I stopped tracking.  For the most part, my diet has changed enough so that worked well.  But after the Halloween debacle, it was time to get serious again.  Not too serious, though–I’m going over my daily allotment of points by a few each day.  And that is ok!

I’m hoping Thanksgiving won’t be very challenging this year, even though I’m not doing the cooking.  We are traveling to LA, and my sister and mother in law are both doing Weight Watchers.  We’ll have pumpkin pie for the kids, but we’re going to try Hungry Girl’s Pumpkin Smash.

Speaking of pumpkin, I now do a variation on the Hungry Girl pumpkin pudding, but instead of using premade pudding I use an immersion blender and blend in a can of pumpkin into 2 cups of milk, vanilla or butterscotch pudding mix, and some pumpkin pie spice.  Add a little lite Cool Whip, and you’ve got a fantastic dessert.  No, it’s not pumpkin pie, but it’s great for every day.

But oh no! Apparently, we are looking at a pumpkin shortage this year! Ohhhhhhhhh noooooooo!  Should I go and buy a crate of pumpkin now?  Screw the Eggo waffle shortage people; this is serious.  (Serious=it affects me.)

At least half of the Hungry Girl recipes feature pumpkin; why, I’m eying a chocolate and peanut butter fudge recipe on her site right now that uses a can!

I AM going to clear out the local Lucky.  If you can’t find pumpkin to make your pie, you can blame me and my pumpkin hoarding.

Not my feet, not my scale, not my weight

I knew the news wouldn’t be good today, and sure enough, it wasn’t: gained 2.2 lbs.  I’m pretty sure I didn’t eat that much Halloween candy; it must magically multiply in my thighs.

But the good news is, I do know what works, and that is tracking.  I haven’t done it consistently for about a year (?!? could it be that long?), and my weight has more or less drifted downward.  But now it’s drifting upwards.  I threw out all the clothes that don’t fit me, so that’s not a direction I want to go.

So thanks to DH Joel who hit me with the “Duh” stick.  Sometimes, it takes the obvious to get unstuck.  I’m back to tracking.

I realized I’m going to have to be a little less hard core when it comes to tracking.  When I was making good progress, I was doing something I called “flore”: eating mostly core foods (now filling foods on Weight Watchers) but counting points, using just my daily points and not eating any activity points or weekly points.

That worked great when I had 28 or 30 daily points, but now that I’m down to 22 daily points, it’s no wonder I found it too restrictive.  The solution is not to give it up altogether, but to do it the way it’s supposed to be: with room for life.  No program that is inflexible is something you can live with.

Not my feet, not my scale, not my weight

Down another .6 for a total of almost 113 lbs lost!  Pretty good considering I’m not doing what I “should.”  Meaning I’m not tracking.

Our leader handed out a slip of paper with nine tracking free days on it.  Hah!  Every day is a tracking free day.  Really, I would be losing 1-2 lbs a week if I were On Plan.  But I’m not, and I don’t.  And I’m ok with that.

At most, I think I’ll go for another 10 lbs.  I’ve achieved my goals with weight loss: I’m healthier, I don’t have joint pain, I can do stuff I want to do, and I’ve inspired my husband to come along for the ride.  I’m living a healthy life, regardless of what the scale says.

I cook most of the food I eat now, and I think that has the most to do with being healthy.  Oh, I guess WHAT I choose to cook has something to do with it… I used to make fudge and cookies for myself, yum!  Those days are no more.

I really do believe that junk food is as addictive as heroin.  How else to explain continuing to do something you know is bad for you?  Like those rats in the study, I would’ve tolerated electric shocks for that fudge.

Not my feet, not my scale, not my weight

I’m jealous.  My husband lost a whopping 4.2 lbs this week following my “pay to eat” plan.  So did I have similar success?

Not so much.  I lost only .2–that’s right, there’s a . in there.  Ah well!  Better luck next time.  Maybe if I tracked… nah!

My meeting was rather annoying, too.  The topic of the day was getting in your filling foods, but we got stuck at the vegetables.  What was annoying was the attitude of one of the participants.  Now, one of the things I like about my meeting is it isn’t all “everything is wonderful” all the time.  But still, you have to wonder why some people return if there’s NOTHING they can do to improve their situation.

In this case, this member couldn’t find any way to eat more fruits and vegetables.  She doesn’t like vegetables like eggplant or bell peppers.  Her brother-in-law bought tons of fruit, but it didn’t “call” to her.  Her inlaws cooked, and she couldn’t get them to follow a recipe.  She won’t cook.  When she made a big salad, she gained weight the next day.  And so on.

At the end of it, it’s like she wanted the room to agree that, yes, you are powerless.  Yes, there really is nothing you can do.  But if she really believed that, why was she there?

We can always come up with reasons why we “can’t” do something.  And sometimes, we really can’t.  But sometimes, we’ve boxed ourselves in with reasons so we don’t have to leave a place that’s comfortable, but not making us particularly happy.  Don’t fool yourself though that you are really powerless; you’ve made a choice, and you’re coming up with reasons to justify that choice.

So I’ve made a choice not to track points.  I’d definitely lose weight if I did. But at this time, I just don’t want to.  It’s not that it’s too hard, or inconvenient.  It’s a choice I’ve made.  Maybe I’ll change my mind.  But it’s my choice to make; I’m not the hapless victim of circumstances.

So what are your reasons?

Not my feet, not my scale, not my weight

Finally got rid of that pound I gained when Joel was in the hospital (yes, I’m not above blaming him stressful circumstances).  I’m at a point now where I’m seeing where things take me.  I’d like to get down another 9 lbs or so, but it won’t kill me if I don’t.

I made some headway in thinking about my halloween candy dilemma.  I realized that the only differences between the candy at work and the candy at stores were 1.  an unaccustomed location and 2.  it’s free.

I’m used to putting on my virtual blinders when I go to the store so I don’t “see” the candy.  But finding it at work is tough after it’s been relatively junk-food free for a while.  I did just fine when we had huge amounts of junk food at work because I had trained myself not to see it, and I just need to do the same now.

The second piece of it is they are “free.” When I see candy in a store and I purchase it, I have to make a conscious decision and pay for it.  When it’s free at the office, that piece of decision making, the very act of making a decision, is removed.  It’s not like the money involved in purchasing a candy bar is so onerous; it’s only a dollar.  But it does make the transaction conscious in a way that grabbing candy out of a jar doesn’t.

So, I’m going to pay someone (some cause I don’t like? The George W. Bush Library Foundation?) a dollar every time I get a candy bar out of the free jar.  It’s a bad deal, since I could get a big candy bar at the store for a buck instead of a “fun” size.

Will that make the difference?  Maybe!  Similar capricious rules have worked for me in the past.  And really, why should I eat something just because it’s there, when I can spend a buck and get exactly what I want?  Because I don’t really want it.