~I believe I misdiagnosed myself and am not gluten sensitive. I have discovered the hard way that it's actually dairy. (more info. in The Bad section)
~I ran a mile in 11 minutes, without having trained at all this year. Last year when I was running regularly, I couldn't break a 12 minute mile. Now after only running one other time this year, I'm able to do it in 11 minutes without really trying. See what losing 50 pounds will do for your fitness goals!
~I have worked out 4 days this week and it's only Wednesday!
~I'm Lactose Intolerant. I've known for a long time that I can't drink milk, but haven't had much trouble with other dairy products. That is until yesterday.
My mid am. snack was a SF chocolate pudding. Lunch was cheddar bisque soup. Mid pm. snack was a Laughing Cow cheese with a few GF crackers. Oh Mother of all things Holy, did I pay for all that dairy consumption! I was LITERALLY on the floor of my dining room in the fetal position, in agony. I was pretty close to begging for death to come quickly and to be put out of my misery. I had stabbing gas pains and excruciating cramps. Imagine child birth, and that's just about what I went through.
I was unable to have any dinner and I think all the built up gas made my band even tighter than before.
Since "Google" is my new best friend, I looked up lactose intolerance and discovered that most people can tolerate moderate levels of dairy but too much in one day will cause problems. Don't I know it!
Needless to say, I haven't had so much as a Calcium chew today because I'm terrified of having that pain return.
~I had to work today and since all dairy products were off the menu for me, I just brought some olives and a GF snack bar for lunch. On my lunch break I had the bar. Remember I mentioned my band is tight? Well, let's just say I spent the next hour revisiting that darn bar WHILE TRYING TO TAKE PHONE CALLS! I had to put a caller on hold twice while coughing up gobs of slime in my trash can. Nice. Real professional of me. I'm on liquids for the rest of the day. I can't take any more band drama for today.
I completely forgot to update you all on the thorn in my side issue. Hubby 'ordered' me to take 3 days off from the gym, to see if my pain was muscular in nature. I have to admit that after 3 days off, I was feeling WAY better. Not 100%, but I'd say about 90% better. Well enough to not need to see the doctor.
This leads me to believe that whatever was going on was a muscle pull/strain/tear. Every once in a while I feel a little twinge in the area, but not pain and nothing like the burning I was feeling before.
The other issue, which may or may not be related to that pain, is something I've been in denial about for a while. I think I have an issue with Gluten sensitivity. I keep denying it, and testing it, and having problems. I never had any issues like this when I was younger, so I once again I say getting old stinks!
It seems that whenever I eat something with wheat or gluten in it, I get really nasty gas (sorry for the TMI), bloated, and sometimes cramps. I already gave up eating bread, pasta and cereal because of the band, but now I can't even have crackers or anything of the sort. This really shouldn't be an issue since there are so many gluten free options in the grocery store these days, but of course I have to keep testing and trying to push the issue just to be sure. I'm not always the brightest bulb in the box when it comes to my own body!
I'm taking this one day at a time. I'm not promising to be gluten free for the rest of my life, or even the rest of the week. I am however gluten free today, and I was yesterday. I can tell you I haven't had any cramps, bloating or gas for 2 days. I guess I know what that means, like it or not.
A lot of you lovely blogging ladies out there have been doing posts on 'confession'. Since I'm at work and have nothing else to write about, I'll hop on the Band-wagon!
I confess that I always wanted to be a doctor, but have little to no math skills. Once my kids pass 3rd grade, they'll have to go to their Daddy for any help with math homework. My brain just doesn't work that way. However, I can spell just about anything. Misuse of the English language drives me crazy. I should have been an editor or something!
I confess that there's a 'weird guy' living with the family next door now. He totally creeps me out and I have no concrete reason to believe he's dangerous except for my ghetto girl gut. He's what I'd call a "hood rat".
I can say this with confidence because I grew up in the heart of the ghettto, I've seen it all. I don't likethe creepy dude eye balling me and my kids. Totally random, but it's what is on my mind right now.
I confess that I'm not aggressive or confrontational at all. I've never been in a fight in my life. When I'm in kick boxing class and we have to do what's called "street brawl", pretending to hold down our opponent and bash their face in, I feel stupid. So lately I've been imagining I'm holding down the creepy, weird guy next door and bashing his face in. That seems to be helping.
I confess that my GPS has made me dumb. I still use it to get back and forth to work, the place where I have worked on and off for the past 5 years. I am completely directional dumb and it's totally the fault of the Garmin. If the satellite ever goes out, I'll be forced to stay in my home until it gets fixed. I'm doomed!
That's all I have for today people. I'm at work and it's crazy busy.
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!
Today marks 9 months since being banded. I know we all say it but it really did go by so fast!
I didn't do a weekly weigh in on Saturday because I had nothing to report. I'm exactly the same. I have learned that this is how my body works. I lose a little, maintain, then lose a little again. Maybe next week will be my losing week. So, in case you lost track, I'm down a total of...
More than I would have ever lost on my own or through Weight Watchers, but still not enough as far as I'm concerned. There are two things holding me back, and I know it.
First, I don't journal. When I do, I get through half the day and then stop writing stuff down. I just hate it and I don't know why! I keep it simple too, just recording calories and protein. That's it, so why is it so hard!
The other thing I really need to work on is a schedule. I know I do better when I have a daily routine, having an idea of what and when I will eat throughout the day. Just winging it is not a great idea for me. I think I've been off my schedule since hubby has been off from work. It's totally not his fault, it's just that with him home my routine is off. Sometime I get to the end of the day and can't remember what I've eaten (why I need to journal more!), and realize that I've just picked and snacked all day, and haven't sit down for a meal. Old habits die hard.
So, my goals for this week are to journal more. I'm not committing to doing it every day (because I know me) but 4 days would be nice!
And I'm going to try my best to stick to eating 5 times a day.
mid am. snack
mid pm. snack
This worked so well for me in the beginning, so I'm going back to what works. It also keeps my blood sugar even, and keeps me from wanting to mindlessly snack at odd times.
This brings me to another point I've been wanting to write about for a while. It drives me nuts when doctors say we "should beeating 4-6 small meals a day". The word meals is the wrong choice here and this is where people get into trouble. Most people think of a meal as something larger than a snack. More like having a couple different things on a plate. What do you think a person who has spent most of their life as obese thinks when they hear the word meal?
I think a better way to put it would be to say "you should be eating 4-6 times a day". I know my mid-morning snack of a yogurt or a cheese stick is not what I think when I hear the word meal. It's a snack. Just something to ponder...one of those things that irks me.
So, in keeping with tradition, here's my day 1 picture compared to today. Nine months of hard work and perseverance. A work in progress!
A couple weeks ago I started having a slight 'stitch' in my left side. It really felt like that little catch you get when you go for a run ...know what I mean?
I kept saying "Please, don't let it be the band, I can't lose this band". Well, I'm pretty convinced it's not the band. The cramp has turned into a pain, an occasional stabbing. It feels like there's a shard of glass stuck in there and if I bend a certain way, I get poked. If I had had open surgery I'd swear the doc left his blade in there!
It's not my appendix, it's on the wrong side for that.
Hubby and I were pretty sure I pulled or tore something, like an ab muscle, while doing my crazy exercise classes. However, I've taken yesterday and today off from exercise, and there's no change in how I feel. As I sit here typing this, there's no discomfort at all. But if I bend over to pull a weed or put any pressure on the area, ouch!
So, I've decided to go to my surgeon next week. He's in the office near my house on Wednesday so I'm hoping to get in then. I guess I could go to my general doc but he'd probably send me to the surgeon anyway. I feel my surgeon knows me better, and is more likely to listen carefully and get to the bottom of this (ie., not saying take Advil and come back in 2 weeks if it's not better).
So, what could it be? Here's the list I have running around in my head...
~ An adhesion from the surgery?
~ Incisional hernia? (I don't feel a protrusion)
~ Intestinal problem/blockage/inflammation?
~ Female problems?
Any thoughts? Anyone have this happen?
I'd love to hear your thoughts.
I've made a decision. This is the year that I will NOT have a farmers tan. You know, when the top half of your arms are as white as the driven snow, and the bottom half has a nice tan. No more, I say!
I've been working out A LOT. And although I do still have some bat wing issues, I've decided I don't care. I am going to start showing off the 'guns'.
If I end up with a farmers tan this summer, it will be by pure accident. Like if I get caught out in the sun with a t-shirt on and can't help it. Otherwise, I'm wearing tanks. I'll be out working in the yard and playing with my kids in a tank top ALL SUMMER.
If my neighbors don't like my old lady bat wings, they can look some where else.
I'm almost 40 years old and for the first time in my life I will be bearing my arms.
Oh, and, just to let you know, you might want to get out your sunglasses today because I'm also wearing shorts! The pasty whites are out for the whole world to see, and I don't care!
About once a month my band goes on vacation. I have a day or two where my body loses the battle with my brain and I have no control. I don't know why every time it happens, I sit here like a dumb ass wondering what's wrong with me and why my band has decided not to show up to work.
Then, a little light bulb goes off in my head and I decide to look at the calendar. Ahhhh, that explains it! The dreaded monthly cycle is beginning. That might explain the zits that suddenly showed up on my chin yesterday. That might explain why I haven't eaten a meal today, but have instead just eaten all day long with no regard to the band rules. A handful of this, a few bites of that.
It might also explain why my sugar free fudgecicle and teaspoon of peanut butter did nothing to quench my chocolate craving! It wasn't until I took a Hershey kiss and dunked it in peanut butter that I decided to look at the calendar. STOP ME NOW! That's why I'm sitting here writing this blog and watching The Biggest Loser. It's keeping me from the treat jar.
My hubby rocks!
We're not big into giving each other expensive gifts for any holiday. We're both very practical people. I really didn't expect much of anything as far as a present for Mother's Day since my only request was to spend the day doing fun things and going out for ice cream.
Well, that awesome man of mine noticed I've been fascinated with Bento boxes. I read Shelley's blog faithfully, and she has one. Of course, since she makes it look cool, I wanted one too! I've been working a lot more these days and I always pack my lunch. He figured I should have the lunch box I really want, and I love it!
Now I'm off from work for a week so I haven't had a chance to use it, but I can't wait.
The box also came with a bunch of recipes for healthy meals and treats. We tried one out on Sunday morning. The kids were actually convinced I was letting them have apple pie for breakfast!
It was pretty darn yummy, and apparently band friendly because it went down (and didn't come back up). You'll notice there's no sugar in the recipe. Even though it was good, I do think next time we make it I'll sprinkle just a little brown sugar in the dry ingredients.
Here's the recipe...
Preheat oven to 375
3-4 Medium apples peeled, cored and sliced
1 Tbsp high quality oil
1 Tbsp. lemon juice
1 Tbsp. natural honey
2 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 C milk or soy milk
1/2 C whole wheat flour
Pour oil in 10" pie pan and coat bottom
Pour lemon juice, honey, and 1tsp. cinnamon over apples and mix
In medium bowl beat eggs well
Add milk to eggs
Combine whole wheat flour with cinnamon
Add dry ingredients to wet and mix to form a batter
Pour batter into oiled pan
Place apple slices on top of batter, covering the surface
Bake at 375 for 30 minutes until the batter is firm and apples are cooked.
That's it! No sugar, no butter, just all natural goodness! I hope you'll try it and that your family will like it as much as mine did.
We went out for ice cream (non-fat frozen yogurt) and I ate a whole one by myself! I thought the kids would want some of mine, but they didn't, and it was SOooooo good. I know even though it was healthier than ice cream, it probably had more sugar than I'm used to having in an entire day. But it's all I wanted for Mother's Day, and I got it. I did get a little bit of a headache later in the day, but it was well worth it.
Tomorrow, in the wee hours of the morning, hubby is flying out for a HUGE job interview.
This is big, like meeting with the CEO big. I'm asking all of you lovely readers to send some positive thoughts, energy and prayers our way. We really need this. Not just because it's a dream job with a fantastic company, but because we just need a job. It's as simple as that.
So, cross your fingers, and anything else you can cross for that matter!
Today is my weigh in day. I'm down .8 from last week which brings me to a grand total of...
I totally kicked butt at spinning this morning. I really needed a good, sweat your butt off work out, and I got it.
Then I headed off to the mall. Our local JCPenney store is closing down so I wanted to check out the bargains. As most of you are well aware, it's hard to talk yourself into spending money on clothes when you're still losing weight. I went armed with coupons.
It was so nice to grab things off the rack, just plain Large, no 'X' or 'W', just large! It was also nice to walk right pat the Plus Size section and not even look twice at the 'old lady' clothes I would have had to wear in the past. Two "non-scale victories" for me!
So, wanna' see what I bought? Here goes...
My fabulous husband told me to do that with my hands...not sure why. He thinks he's a photographer, I guess!
Another non-scale victory...I'm not wearing tummy control underwear, or a girdle, nothing. Just plain old undies. My mommy tummy is nearly gone, and I do believe I have a waist line! Holy crap, how did that happen?
My girls screamed and hugged me when they saw me in a dress. This is not anything their mom would have chosen to wear before. Times are changing!
Looks like we'll have to go out on a date soon so I'll have an excuse to wear the new dress.
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, and to all the mom's out there, Happy Mother's Day!
Two years ago I decided to take up running. I was doing it for the sole purpose of running the Chicago Lung Run-5K, because my Mom was dying of lung cancer at the time. She knew I was training for the race and told me I was nuts to start running at my age! She didn't live to see me run the race but I did it for her. I figured as soon as it was done, I would have accomplished my goal and I would NEVER run another race again. Well, there's a strange thing that happens when you start running. There's that thing called a 'runners high', and it's real. Besides that, I felt a sense of accomplishment from finishing the race (not just walking it!) and I signed up for another one right away. I shaved 2 1/2 minutes off my time at that second race. Ahhh, more good feeling...see what I mean?
I haven't run since last year because I'm totally a fair weather girl. I refuse to be cold and uncomfortable. That means I don't run outside in winter, or when it's otherwise unpleasant out.
This year we haven't had much of a spring yet so I haven't ventured out.
Today I was determined to get my butt out there and hit some pavement and start training.
You see, in my heart I swear I'm a runner. I want to be a runner, I like the 'idea' of being a runner.
So I got my butt out of bed at 5:45 today to head out for my first 2 mile run of the year. I figured "hey, the last time I did this I was a lot bigger, so this is going to be easy". Ha! Not so much. My lungs were screaming "what the hell do you think you're doing to me you nut case. It's cold out here and we want to be back in bed!". I didn't count on it being only 35 degrees out this morning. Holy frickin' hell my lungs were on fire. I wouldn't back down though, and did the whole 2 miles. I had to walk half of it, alternating between walking and running, but I still managed a 13 minute mile.
I guess it actually is easier now that I've lost weight because in all honesty, it used to take me 13 minutes to run a mile. Now I do that mile in 13 minutes while walking half of it. I'm thinking when it's not so darn cold out, my time is going to be much better. We will see, that is if spring ever arrives!
So, if my lungs ever forgive me and recover enough from this brutal morning, I'll be back at it. I'm hoping to do the lung run again this year to celebrate my 40th birthday.