Well, Whaddya Know….

My pouch still works.  And that’s a wonderful thing.  Since I have been back to eating good food (proteins, good carbs, high fiber, veggies) instead of slider foods, my pouch is telling me, “Whoa Nelly” and puts the brakes on.  That’s a good thing.  A very good thing.  And I’ve already taken off 3 pounds (I know, I shouldn’t weigh).  Also makes me happy.

And last night I actually did some exercise – if you count PT.  I did the bike.  I did the total gym (although I’m really NOT sure I’m supposed to be doing this because I think it counts as squats).  I did bridges (great for the ass and abs).  My knee hurt like a crack ho last night, but I did it.

And I didn’t over indulge during the hurricane or subsquent two days where we were without power, had 3.5 inches of water in our basement or a tree down in our front yard.  GO ME!  No stress eating!  YAY.

Now, I gotta keep this up!

I joined ediets.  I know, I know.  But I need something to hold me accountable, and cash is king.

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UGH…I Repeat…UGH UGH UGH

So, now that I can put a little weight on my knee, I decided to get on the scale this morning.

Duhn duhn dhun…

Up 7 pounds.

Holy shit.

Time to get back to basics.  This morning, I had a protien shake and a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast.  I need my oatmeal to keep things moving.  So, I had oatmeal, mixed with some frozen blueberries and about a tsp of chopped walnuts for some good fat.  Lunch will be tuna salad, and dinner is some fresh croaker that our friends gave us when we were on vacation this past week.

I know, I know.  7 pounds over 8 weeks should not freak me out quite so much, but it does.  I can’t exercise right now.  Can’t.  My knee won’t hold me as it is simply not strong enough to do a decent cardio work out.  Hell, I can’t even walk right now.  And I know I’ve been shoveling food in my face left and right.  CARBS.  CARBS ARE MADE OF EVIL.  So, it’s back to good proteins, lots of fruit and veggies, and upping the water intake.  No carbies.  NO NO NO.

Must. Lose. Seven Pounds.  Quickly.

Sigh.

I hate surgery.  And I hate my eating disorder.  For real.

I Done Did It!

 

Not the clearest picture in the world, but I was juggling a very strong 60 pound husky who was surrounded by all new sounds and people.  I finished up the March of Dimes March for Babies!  I love the fact that I can walk 2.5 miles now without feeling sore or winded (except for a sore arm from juggling my dog!).  I’m so glad the rain cleared out as well!  I love being fit and healthy!

I’m Doing It Again!

Please sponsor me for the 2011 March of Dimes Walk for Babies! This year, because of the issues I’m having with my knee, I’m only doing the 2.5 mile walk as opposed to the 6.4 mile walk, but I still need sponsors!

Thanks!!

Stress Eating Rears It’s Ugly Head

Those of you who follow my “life” blog  know that we had to put our sweet dog down yesterday.  She was full of cancer and it was in her best interest to relieve her of suffering.

Sadie was, for all intents and purposes, my baby.  I’m unable to have children of my own (and I love my step-daughters incredibly much) and Sadie and my kitties are my stand ins for that mothering instinct.  We had gotten Sadie nearly six years ago – adopted as an older dog that no one wanted due to her size.  She was the Best. Dog. Ever.  She had the sweetest temperment, adored our small grandchildren, was loving and faithful, nursed me through illness and surgery, and protected me from harm.  She never barked or growled (except at the UPS man) and I know we’ll never find another dog like her.  We plan on adopting another dog, but not until we return from a two week vacation in May/June.

Yesterday was hard on me.  We knew in the morning that we couldn’t get her in until the evening, and I was working from home.  I had to keep looking into those gorgeous brown eyes knowing that when we took her for a ride later, she wouldn’t be coming home with us.  To make things more traumatic, my husband elected NOT to have Sadie creamated and disposed of by our vet, but bring her home and burry her – not an easy feat since she was over 100 pounds.  That meant that I had to help him get her out of the car, deliver her to the back yard, and put her in her grave.  I did not handle it well.  I was ok until her sweet brown paws and velvety ear peeked out from the blanket they had her wrapped in and I lost it all over again.

And my brain went immediately during the day to stress eating.  I recognized it, and curbed it, but I’m amazed that even after all this time, and all the behavioral changes I’ve made over the past three months, that I immediately thought, “Chocolate is all that will get me through this horrible day.”  I am proud of myself for recognizing it though – and when I did snack, it was fruit or sugar free pudding.

In other news, I had my 15 month follow up yesterday.  I’m still solidly at 189 (yay!) and was down about 5 pounds from my 1 year appointment.  They are thrilled with the strides I’ve made on emotional eating and with my exercise routine.  My body fat percentage is now 40% instead of 41.5% – so I’m going in  the right direction.  I’m hoping to be down another 5 pounds by my 18 month follow up in May.  And, they are going to re-do my labs now instead of at 18 months because I’ve had a huge issue with constipation and leg cramps, so I think they are going to have to tweak my supplements.  I’m thinking I need LESS iron and MORE potassium.  Otherwise a good report!

Boot Camp Officially Completed!

I finished the bootcamp challenge, and…drumroll please…I popped on the scale this morning and low and behold – 189!!!  I’m out of the 190s!!!  Now I just have to stay out of them!!!!

I know I’ve really toned up during this challenge, and have really reinforced my exercise habits, which I really needed.  For now, I have decided that my goal is not going to be focused on losing the remaining weight, but rather keeping up my good habits and really rocking this healthy body I’ve given myself!

Just a quick facial comparison – this is me last February…

and this was just a couple of days ago…

Working Out With The Husband

So, in December, my husband had a cardiac scare.  Well, let me say that I was the one who was scared…he was his typical self.  Although he did admit to me that it worried him.  Anyway, he had a pretty bad heart arrythmia, which has since been diagnosed as AVT, an arrythmia that causes the heart to skip a beat, and then add an extra beat to make up for it.

We had a number of tests done, and went to see my cardiologist (who I think is a God), and it turns out there is nothing structurally WRONG with his heart.  He essentially OD’ed on caffeine and chocolate.  So, the cardiologist has recommended 1) giving up caffeiene and chocolate; 2) having a sleep study done – Bob does have apnea; 3) aggressive weight loss; and 4) an exercise program.

So, we’ve started him on a better eating plan (translation, he eats what I fix, and no snacks) and last night, since he’s now been cleared to exercise, we began his exercise regimine.

Now, Bob has not exercised faithfully in three years  – not since before our wedding.  And then he was walking about half a mile a day – which isn’t much, but was more than what he regularly did.  Right now, it’s cold, and miserable, and damp outside and we are getting snow and/or ice every three or so days.  So, I have introduced him to the wonders of Leslie Sansone’s Walk Away the Pounds.  I’ve been using her DVDs pretty much as a regular source in my workout and bootcamp regimine since I can’t make it to the gym anymore, and I have a DVD of hers that includes a 1, 2, 3 and 4 mile walk.  I love the 3 and 4 mile walks, but decided that was probably WAY too much for someone who hadn’t exercised regularly in three years.

We started off on the one mile walk.

I’m so proud of him.  He finished it – and added the weights.  And, he didn’t complain.  Well, he did state that he couldn’t believe he was exercising to a workout dvd.  And he also told me at one point, when we were doing the kickbacks that his balls were dangling.  My husband, so poetic.  But he finished it.  I’m so proud of him.

We’re going to work out together every day for a week (which means I’ve got to adjust my workout to accomodate him, so I’m adding extra walks in where I can – walking from work to the train station in the evenings). 

If you are wondering, Bob does not qualify for WLS.  He is 216 pounds, and his BMI is 37.07 – under the 40 cutoff.  And he’s been laying around and eating junk for three years.  We’re going to try this route.  Wish him luck!

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