30 June 2011

The interview

MURPHY!!!!!!!

That's my new curse word.  It refers to Murphy's Law, which states that anything that can go wrong, will. 

Yeah, I hope Mark Parisi doesn't do a lot of random blog reading.

I got a call yesterday from Touch Point Autism Services, and they invited me for an interview today at 1:30.  One of the questions they made sure to ask was whether I had a reliable means of transportation.  I said yes.

I was wrong.  Come 1:05, I tried to start my car, but Tubby (my car) had other plans.  No turning over, no nothing.  A few lights.  I think Great, I have a dead battery and called to cancel and/or postpone the interview.  I was more than flustered.

A call to Dad, a phone diagnostic, and fiddling with the connections to the battery terminal.  And my car starts!  Loose connections, great.

Half an hour late, I got to the interview, which went GREAT.  Unless something goes wrong, I'm fairly sure I will have a job soon.  Words cannot express my joy, hope, and relief. 

Then I spent an hour driving in traffic trying to find a car repair place, and ended up staying TWO hours at a super-pricy (practically dealership-pricy) place that charged me $40 to tell me they couldn't figure out what was wrong, and gave me an estimate over $200 to fix something that might be wrong.  And that something my dad could probably fix for $50.

MURPHY!

So yeah, interview was great.  I might have a job!  I just have to worry about my car :-(

The small things

I find myself with an unfamiliar feeling.  Pride.  Well, ok, I've felt it before, but never like this.  I'm proud of things I've done, even though these things are so small. 

Yesterday I biked a couple miles in the park.  There's a long stretch of path that is nothing but slow, laborious uphill, and I didn't make it.  This morning I went even further up the hill.  Tomorrow I just might beat it.  Endurance is taking a while to obtain, but I'm getting closer!

Today about 10am I got bored and decided to cook something more elaborate, so by the time I had food ready it was lunchtime.  I baked a single piece of chicken, together with roast vegetables, seasoned to perfection.  And I loved it.  I just might have mastered cooking healthily for one.

Then, after a stressful afternoon (see "the interview" post, which will come soon), I got fast food.  I was frustrated, hungry, and needed quarters for laundry, so I stopped at Taco Bell and got a big burrito, a drink, a crunchy taco, and a roll of quarters.  As I was driving away, habit took over, bringing the burrito up to my face.  But I stared at this monstrous thing in my hand and suddenly the thought popped into my head: "I don't want to eat this."  I didn't have enough Points, I'm going to my first WW meeting in STL tomorrow, didn't need anything that huge or fattening, and just didn't feel like eating it. I had the taco and later a peanut butter sandwich, and that was it. 

Of course, habit and the little hungry voice in my head still made me want to eat it tonight, but I've promised myself not to eat it until lunch or later tomorrow.  It and the (diet) drink await me in the fridge.  They do NOT control me. 

It's the small things that really make the difference these days.  I'm proud of myself. :-)
Yep, just about that proud of me.  :-)

28 June 2011

Shopping

Shopping is stressful.  I just kind of hate it in general. 

Shopping for food is not too bad, except for two reasons.  The prices of healthier food bother me, especially when right now I'm on such a tight budget.  The second reason is temptations.  Last time I was at the store I spent over an hour looking for the best prices on food and thought I did pretty well.  By the end, I was worn out and hungry… and the last aisle was DUN DUN DUN… the pastry aisle!  I bought two cream puffs.  They were delicious, and I don't regret them points-wise, but I do regret that I gave in to temptation and deviated from my list.


Clothing shopping is worse.  It's like my own personal nightmare every time I step into a store.  Finding my size is the first hurdle, and then trying it on.  It's a real challenge to find clothing that actually looks flattering on my body, and most of the time I feel like a sausage stuffed into cotton.  I'm definitely stuck in a clothing rut - Black, black, jeans, t-shirts, black, jean capris, black, and more black. 

Not my actual closet, but it's pretty similar.


But I know it won't always be this way.  Sometimes I watch What not to Wear with the conscious purpose of looking good once I lose more weight.  I want to be able to wear colors.  I look forward to looking forward to shopping. 

Control

I need to be able to control my environment.  The Dr. Phil book made me realize it even more.  It's why I do so much better when I'm away from Mom's house.  When I'm away from my apartment, I don't control myself very well.  When I'm away, I gain.

But there's a fatal flaw in that thinking.  The last couple weeks I was away, and it was almost like I didn't even try.  I ate my favorite snack at my dad's house: whole grain bread covered with butter spread and melted cheese.  Not too bad, except that I had large and frequent servings.  I also went out to eat with Lena and out with Dad, and I ate unhealthy fast food at the airport.  It was this subconscious cycle of thinking that said things like "I always gain when I'm around my family. Why should I even try?" and "My family socializes through eating.  If I don't eat/drink with them, or eat/drink what they eat, I will miss out."  And then there's my favorite:  "I've been working so hard: I deserve to have fun and to eat what I want." 

But I can't do that.  Two weeks of that thinking made me gain 5 more pounds.  Granted, it's not like I went crazy, especially with Lena.  But I still don't feel that great about it.  Also a big obstacle was the lack of exercise.  Walking airports and a couple bike rides around Bixby just didn't cut it. 

Food does not equal celebration.  I don't need to go out to eat to have fun with my friends and family.  I don't have to eat an entire chicken enchilada plate with beans and rice and tons of chips just to feel involved.  I don't have to get the super value meal with a drink and french fries simply because it's a better value than a single burger or a small serving of fries.  OR a SALAD and piece of FRUIT (which I did NOT buy this time around).   I made all the wrong decisions, every tiny little decision, every small step, all cumulating in a gain. 

So now I'm back in St. Louis - HOORAY!  I can get back on track in an environment that is controlled 100%, even after my roommate moves in (Yay!).  I'll just make sure I stay out of the side of the fridge and the cabinets that are hers.  And I'm not going anywhere at least for a bit - safe, for now.  I'm glad to be back, but hindsight has taught me about myself and given me ideas about what I can do in the future.

The next time I'm planning a trip, I'm going to re-read this post.  I'm going to remind myself what I can lose if I get stuck in a pattern of thinking that will destroy me.    I refuse to be my worst enemy.  I'm not going to go in with my eyes closed, repeating myself and expecting different results.  I won't let even my habits and thoughts take over - I'm in this for life.   

19 June 2011

Lasagna

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

gooooeeeeyyyyyyy cheeeeeeeessssyyyyyyyyyy
noodles and tomato and cheeeeessssseeeeeee

(This is what my brain said this afternoon.  I had two pieces.
I'm trying not to feel guilty)

I went for a bike ride yesterday and the day before, and I got up early enough today to church with Karol.  I'm working on getting up earlier tomorrow.  Also, dad and I are going to work on the fence. 

GUILTY

I'm trying not to feel too guilty.  One bad meal… well, ok day… well, ok, few days in a row… it won't ruin me.  I won't let it.

18 June 2011

Imprisoned

Warning: this entire blog post is full of whining.  Just so you know. 

I'm stuck in a prison.  It's called Oklahoma summer.  It's called Oklahoma summer at my dad's house.  It's called Oklahoma at my dad's house with no money. 

90-100 degrees by 10 in the morning.  A bike with a bad tire.  Even when it's cool enough to go out, it's attack of the mutant mosquito storm!  No money to go anywhere.  No puppy for three days.  Lots of crap telly.  Lots of extremely very not good things in the kitchen.  The blasted stupid impossibility to wake up early enough to go out when it's cooler.  I got up at 10 today, somehow still wanting to sleep more.

This has to change.  I'm getting up at 6 tomorrow and going to a bike ride.  And this evening I'm walking or biking (or driving if needed) to buy a father's day card because I don't have anything for Dad yet… uh-oh. 

Even if sheer willpower can do me one morning, I'll take it.  Baby steps and stubbornness will just have to get me through until I'm back in St. Louis.  No hidey-holes, no escaping the fact that even when I'm somewhere I don't necessarily want to be, I still have to deal with this being MY life, and my lifelong weight loss. 

17 June 2011

The buddy system

I need a workout buddy.  Nothing compares - nothing.  I visited my bff for a few very awesome days and was shown the most powerful idea in the world: the buddy system. 

It's hard to get motivated to go out and do things.  The paralyzing self-consciousness plays a part, but there's also a general feeling of it's-so-freaking-early-in-the-morning-and-I-want-to-sleep.


Lena and her newfound friend already had a biweekly meeting at Panera for coffee and homework that helps them get work done, and then Lena started going to her Pilates class once a week..  Now they have a new commitment: on said days of the week, they will get up early, meet each other at the university gym, and run/jog.  I tagged along for the first day.  Lena and I got up at 6am, dressed, drove to the gym, and spent nearly an hour there.  If it hadn't been for the mutual agreement, there was absolutely no way, 0% chance of our actually doing something like that individually. 

I'm still in Oklahoma, and the whole plan isn't working at its best, though not its worst either.  But Lena and I have a plan once I get back to St. Louis.  When she goes to run with her friend, she will call me (or I will call her).  That will help motivate both of us to get up and got out. 

But still, someday I'm finding myself a workout buddy.  Even if we meet in the park to walk, or my roommate and I walk to campus together, I'm making use of this buddy system.  I need it. 

15 June 2011

More motivation!

More motivation!

Come July (or realistically August or even September), I will have an even better source of motivation for exercise.  It's called S2H, or Switch2Health, and I am going to send them money as soon as I can.

Basically, you buy a sensor bracelet (or pedometer).  It senses how much you move around, how much you exercise.  Once you accumulate a certain amount of time doing some aerobic activity, the device gives you a code that you can redeem for points.  Once you have enough points you can redeem them for STUFF.

Stuff like …
Ringtones!
Gift cards!
A Wii console!
A Spa gift certificate!
An XBOX 360 game console!


30 bucks and a lot of exercise later, I get awesome free stuff.
Don't believe me?  Look here: http://www.s2h.com/
This is where the recently redeemed awards are listed: http://www.s2h.com/redeemed

Unfortunately, the bracelet only detects vigorous activity - walking doesn't cut it.  There is a pedometer coming, but it isn't scheduled to be released until July, and the shipping may take a while.  But rest assured, I will get that pedometer, and I will get free stuff.  In between that, I will be motivated to move even more. 

The pedometer: http://www.s2h.com/step

14 June 2011

Fast food is not actually evil... some of the time

I went to a fast food establishment today.  Seriously.  And I got a burger and fries.  WAIT don't freak out!  I haven't in fact done off the deep end, believe it or not.  Because my wonderful bff was there and kept me in check.  She's one of the only ones who is more than simply supportive - she really gets it.  Not only is she supportive when I make better decisions about my health, she also takes an active part in helping me, even when it comes to looking me in the eye and saying "You're not having a cookie, right?"

So I has a junior deluxe cheeseburger and small serving of fries.  For something that won't be repeated in a long while, it wasn't honestly that bad of a decision.  I am slowly but surely making my way toward a healthier lifestyle, not simply a diet, a way of eating, or a phase in my life in which I am trying to lose weight. 

So here's to friends who help me, here’s to living better, and here's to Wendy's - not such a bad thing after all.  All things in moderation, right?

And no, I didn't have that cookie.  Thanks Lena :)

13 June 2011

Stillwater Stumblings

Good evening from Cowboy land…. Also known as Stillwater, OK.  As great as it is visiting family and friends, it always brings out my worst fears and nightmares: eating as a social function.  Dad took me and Lena to Genghis Grill, and Lena and I have had a great time having some wonderful Mexican food, Panera, Sangria and Bailey's (on separate nights, of course).  We also took a walk this afternoon. 

But here's the thing my head does with these last few days: it focuses unerringly on my "transgressions:" the extra chips with bean dip, the creamy Bailey's, the noodles in my Genghis Grill bowl.  It focuses so much on these negative aspects that I have trouble remembering the banana and broccoli, the bean sprouts, and the 45 minutes I spent walking around Wal Mart, and the walk we took to the liquor store.  All the good things I've done get blotted out by the bad things on which I've fixated. 

I'm afraid to let myself have fun, to treat myself, to leave my hidey-hole in St. Louis eating nothing but lean protein, vegetables, fruit, and the occasional whole grain.  No booze, only water.  No tortilla chips either.  Walking two miles to campus, biking an hour in the park.  In other words, boring - but safe. 

YUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..........
I'm working on it.  I can't be afraid of the outside world.  So - I'm going to drink my cup of Bailey's, but I won't overdo it and I won't feel guilty either.

12 June 2011

The expense of thin

It's not Monday yet, but I feel like ranting.













I spent a lot of time yesterday looking at airport food and not buying it.  Well, ok, I bought a fruit smoothie that was only 4 points of peachy goodness.  And you know what I noticed?  The healthier it is, the more it costs.  The sugar-free high-protein fruit and yogurt shake cost me more than $5!  Even a single stinking banana can cost over a dollar, the same as a cheap entrĆ©e from a fast food restaurant.  Or for a couple dollars more, you can get an entire tray of unhealthy food.  If you want a salad, of steamed veggies, or something that's not caked in breading or deep-fried, you just have to pay more. 

It's kind of something I've noticed in general.  Eating healthier is more expensive. 

A quick search confirmed my suspicions:

The great food divide by Dr. Martin Caraher and Dr. Elizabeth Dowler
"... the poor of today suffer from lack of access to healthy food… Compared to the rich, those on low incomes eat less well, often paying more for food… In addition, they have to endure poorer food quality and, as a result, suffer more diet-related ill health."

You want a jumbo bad of potato chips?  No problem.  You want a bag of spinach?  Fork it over.  Apples at $1.99 a pound, spaghetti squash at $2.50 a pound, but I can pay less at Taco Bell and get a burrito, chips, and a large drink.  Add on 50 cents more and you can include a taco.  Give your kids fruit rollups packed with corn syrup rather than actual fruit and save enough to pay for their therapy when they're labeled hyperactive.  Super-processed-packed-with-msg-noodles (otherwise known as the college staple, Ramen) are many times 8 or 10 for a dollar, but a bag of whole wheat or higher fiber pasta is four or five dollars. 

I'm not happy.

I don't have a lot of money.  And thanks to my insistence on moving now rather than in August, I'm out quite a bit of money each month trying to keep up with bills.  I'll get loans, but not until September bills come my way.  So when I'm shopping for food and trying to choose healthier items, I'm having to fight between saving money and being healthy.  It's a war, and only the dedicated and determined can win. 

11 June 2011

Drop the donut!

Thanks you to Google for this magnificently hilarious image.
It really has nothing to do with my blog post except that it relates to donuts.
I'm headed to Tulsa  today and am stuck in Dallas (DFW) for a while (I mean hours - and I already walked three entire terminals in this massive airport and still have an hour more to kill), so I'll enlighten the internet about a code word I have.  It started my last term of undergrad, when I was rooming with a girl named Beka.  It's just about the only way I can keep resisting the tempting smells coming simultaneously from Au Bon Pain, Cinnabon, and Starbucks.  As crazy as Beka drove me (I decided after one term that I could never live with her again or I would commit homicide),  we still got along well and are still friends.  She helped me a lot when I joined WW, and we shopped together for healthier choices.  We also made up a code phrase: Drop the donut!

It comes from Beka's former late-night QT donut and full-fat cappuccino habit, and my general lack of control when faced with almost any temptation.  It is the magic phrase that makes me wake up and realize what I'm doing.  Loosely translated, it means "I'm concerned about you and see that you are eating something very unwise and unhealthy.  Consider carefully what you are doing and what your goals are and PUT IT DOWN NOW."

Works every time.

So if you know me, and you see me eating or about to eat something really unhealthy, you can say quietly and simply, "Sarah, drop the donut."  More than likely, I'll put it down and even thank you.

10 June 2011

Excuses, excuses

Have you ever noticed how easy it is to make excuses not to exercise?
Have you ever noticed how often I use them? 
I need to get with it and tell myself to stop being such a baby.

It's REALLY hot outside.  I don't need heatstroke.  So get up earlier and take a bike ride when it's cool.

I'm tired. Go for a slow walk.  Do a 20 minutes of relaxing yoga poses.  Exercise and then take a nap.

I don't have time. Yes you do. Make it a priority.  Losing weight is more important than cleaning the apartment.  YOU are more important. Besides, in 30 years you won't have time for heart disease, hospital visits, and insulin shots.

I'm too self-conscious.  And the only way you'll feel confident is by getting out there and doing what you need to do to lose weight.  Besides, YOU are more important than others' opinions.  You are beautiful in so many ways other than your shape.  (Thanks to Lena for that).

I'm scared to go out. Bring your mace, don't be stupid, stick to places you know, and trust that God will keep you safe.  You don't know what will happen out there - but you DO know what will happen if you don't get control of your weight.

Now I'm headed to Tulsa (hopefully) to transport some puppies.  I really need to make some money… ugh.  But that also means facing Dad's extravagant tendencies, fast food temptations, high stress, little sleep, and not a lot of time to exercise.  So here we go - I will continue counting points, and I'll be picky.  I'll walk airport terminals.  I'll ask Dad to pump up the tires of the bike he has.  I can do this.  I have no other choice.   This is my life, and I choose to do what is good for me.

09 June 2011

Dr. Phil

Weight Watchers is great.  I love it.  However, I still get cravings, still occasionally overeat, and sometimes just want to quit. 

Dr. Phil to the rescue!  No kidding - I was desperate for reading material in the last week I was in Iowa and picked up my mom's old copy of Dr. Phil's The Ultimate Weight Loss Solution: The 7 Keys to Weight Loss Freedom.  These "keys" are not some magic pill, and neither do I think I could use them alone and without the portion control and flexibility of WW points.  It's an additional source of help that will keep me on the way to a smaller me.  But what it has done for me so far is already making me see changes. 

WW is a program that controls your eating from the outside - portions, fruits and veggies, exercise, etc.  It's wonderful and works great.  But this book is teaching me to understand myself and lose weight from inside my own head.  It forces me to be honest about why I overeat and when I'm vulnerable and is helping me change some of my thoughts that are actually self-defeating.  He did his research and really seems to understand what's going on inside my head when I'm struck by a need to eat an entire plate of cooked ground turkey (like what happened the other night).  There's an entire "key" dedicated to getting your thoughts in order, because sometimes they can be just as destructive as a buffet table and can make you more prone to getting a spoon and a jar of peanut butter and demolishing it one night in front of the tv.  That would be like 40 points for a small jar - not cool.

The thing that got me interested in the book in the first place was the "No-fail" environment.  Basically, you keep junk food, convenience foods, and anything you habitually binge on OUT of the house.  It really is that simple.  Remember my rants about my mom who keeps buying chips and salsa and crackers and japapeƱo poppers and frozen pizza and waffles………. etc?  Basically, the idea is that if it’s not there, you can't eat it on impulse.  So freaking simple.  Combining this with general lack of money, there's not a whole lot of food in my kitchen. 

Then there's the "key" that addresses food-related behaviors.  I realized that one of my problems is that I will eat almost anywhere in the house (or car, or school), eat very quickly, and eat while doing something else (tv, reading, driving, talking, etc.)  all of which lead to mindless and sometimes subconscious overeating.  So I am working to change my behavior in three simple ways: I eat only in one place in my apartment (when I get a table, it'll be there), I don't do any other activity while I eat, and between every bite I put down the fork or food and take a sip of water.  I tried this at breakfast yesterday and was astounded to find that some vegetables, a slice of bread, and one single egg could leave me feeling full and satiated. 

All you "normal" people might not understand how much of a breakthrough this was: I can scarf an entire pizza in one sitting - plus 20oz of whatever I'm drinking - and not feel full.  I can eat a 3-egg omelet with meat, vegetables, and heaped with cheese, and not feel full.  I can eat a full platter at a restaurant, have a refill of my drink, and have room for dessert.  Still, this morning I had ONE egg, half a cup of vegetables, a fourth cup of cheese, and 12oz of water and I was full enough not even to feel like having coffee or eating anything else.  NEVER has this happened before. 

So guess what, Food Monster: I have a new tool in my arsenal.  You're going down.

08 June 2011

My new place

 
Hello from St. Louis!

Well, I made it.  Haha, barely.  I had to spend a night and half a day with no air conditioning (I almost melted, I swear), am pretty sure my gas is still not on, and have absolutely no furniture, but despite all that I am really freaking happy and excited to be here. 

Not simply is it the new city, the sights, the independence - although those are pretty awesome.  I'm so content right now because I feel like I am in the 100% right place to continue my life the way it should be.  For one thing, God dragged me here practically kicking and screaming, so I know this has to be the "right" place in that respect.  For another, I'm in such a perfect situation for weight loss.  I'm a mile away from the public library (where I am now, and I am proud to say I walked.  Plus they keep it like 70 degrees in here).  The zoo is free, and as long as I don't take food money I'll get a lot of walking in.  I'm about 2 miles from campus, 1 mile from the Cathedral Basilica, less than a mile from the massive Forest Park (which rivals the famous Central Park and is riddled with attractions and biking/walking paths), and the city is very pedestrian and bike friendly.  They even have bike lanes!

Also, I looked at my budget, which makes it VERY easy to buy less food.  My kitchen is so bare compared to my mom's, but that is exactly what I need.

Yeah, I know, the novelty and excitement will wear off, just like my first few weeks in Spain (I spent a week living every single second in Madrid, then I took the plunge once I got to Salamanca and met my host mother - I cried a lot that week).  Also, the threat of crime (in general) scares the living daylights out of me sometimes.  Look up crime rankings by city and you'd be scared too.  (Plus the laundry room right next to my door got torn apart last night - fun).  But still, this is such a good place for me. 

03 June 2011

Boredom

Grandma's wake: check.  Grandma's funeral: check.  I hate crying in public, yet I spent so much time doing so these last two days.  I might have made it without breaking down if we hadn't sang two of her favorite hymns during Mass, and I realized I would never sing for her again.  I lost it.  Now that that ordeal is over, I'll let my blisters heal, my tears fade, and the monotony recommence.

I'm bored already.  As tired as I am from yesterday's cleaning marathon and 4-hour wake, staying up late drinking and listening to Uncle Pat's stories, then an early funeral and family get-together that lasted another 4 hours, and then delivering a carload of get-rid-of stuff to a consignment shop, I am EXTREMELY BORED.

Pretty much all my stuff is packed.  I can't even finish the scarf I'm knitting.  And I'm too tired to do anything physical like housework.  And you know what I do when I'm bored and stuck in a house full of frozen pizza and cheese and crackers?!  I eat an entire pizza in one sitting, covered in extra cheese, and topped off with cheese and crackers.

No tv, not even basic channels.  I spent the last week watching and re-watching three movies that escaped the packing craze: The Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time, Tangled, and Enchanted. I finished off the internet tv episodes I was watching, and now the summer break is upon us. 

Two nights ago I was so bored that I took out a bar of soap and carved it into a fish. 

I'M BORED.  Come Monday, I'll have the chance to be bored in my new flat in St. Louis.  But at least I won't buy pizzas or crackers. 

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