To the Right of Elvis

Elvis was never one of my favorite singers.  Nor was Janis Joplin, Johnny Cash or B.B. King for that matter.  I liked the way Jimi Hendrix spelled his name, but his music?  Not so much.  Rock music hurt my ears and blues was my mama's style.  I was most comfortable with R&B or blue-eyed soul.  Classical music reminded me of my friend Beth's house.  Her parents listed to NPR and watched public television.  I liked that world.

The past few weeks have become a uncomfortable mess.  I find myself in a quagmire of stagnation.  My body continues to change, but the weight remains constant.  The exercise prevents huge gains, however, I seem to have lost the will lose more.  Finally, I realize why a greater weight loss frightens me.  The attention this new body attracts is glorious fun through my computer, but quite another story in person.  Two men I didn't know previously, approached me recently.  The men are polar opposites in absolutely every way.  In fact, the only thing they have in common was their apparent interest in me.

As Elvis was on the wrong side of my early musical taste, male attention (in my fat mind) is uncomfortable.  The more my body changes and morphs into Skinny Me, the more attention I receive and the self-sabotage begins anew.  Perhaps, the only way to get past this plateau is to make more changes.

Once, at a restaurant, I was directed to the ladies' room by being told that the door was just to the right of Elvis.  I followed the direction and found a most comfortable room.  As my musical tastes matured and developed, I learned that R&B is NOT the only good music.  I love many different genres, each serving a particular mood.  Now, I just need to know that Skinny Me's not scary.  In fact, she's the cool chick that can be found just to the right of Elvis.

and away we go...

A View From Love

My friend, Carter, shared his feeling about love with one of his friends and graciously allowed me to share his thoughts with you.  

By CHC:
"I thought I should share some economics of love.  I hope you will share or take from this whatever you need. It has been said that falling in love is wonderful, and that the best is falling in love with what YOU have.

In general, and with rare exceptions, the returns in loving situations are roughly proportional, to the amount of time and devotion invested.  The amount of love you get from an investment in love is correlated, if only roughly, to the amount of yourself you invest in the relationship.

If you invest caring, patience and unselfishness, you get those things back.  (This assumes, of course, you are in a relationship with someone who loves you and not a one-sided love affair with someone who isn't interested.)

High quality bonds consistently yield more return than junk, and so it is with high quality love.  As for the returns on bonds, I knows that my comment will come as a surprise to people who have been brainwashed into thinking junk bonds are free money.  They are not.  The data shows that junk debt outperforms high quality in rare situations, because of the default risk.

In love, the date is much clearer.  Stay with high-quality human beings.  And once you find yourself in a junk relationship, sell immediately.  Junk situations can look appealing and seductive, but junk is junk.  Be wary of it unless you control the market.  (The absolutely sure way to ruin your life is to have a relationship with someone with many serious problems, and to think that you can change this person.)

Research pays off.  The most appealing and seductive (that word again) exterior can hide the most danger and chance of loss.  For most of us, diversification in love, at least beyond a very small number, is impossible, so it's necessary to do a lot of research on the choice you make. It is a rare man or woman who can resist the outward and the surface, but exteriors can hide far too much.

In every long-term romantic situation, returns are greater when there is a monopoly.  If you have to share your love with others, if you have to compete even after a brief while with others, forget the whole thing. You want to have monopoly bonds with your long-term lover. Most situations, at least, work out better this way.

Long-term investment pays off. The impatient day player will fare poorly without inside information or market-controlling power.  He or she will have a few good days, but years of agony in the world of love.

To coin a phrase:  Fall in love in haste, repent at leisure.
Realistic expectations are everything.  If you have unrealistic expectations, they will rarely be met.  If you think that you can go from nowhere to having someone wonderful in love with you, you are most likely wrong.

You need expectations that match reality before you can make some progress.  There may be exceptions, but they are rare.  When you have a winner, stick with your winner.  Whether in love or in the stock market, winners are to be prized."


live well and love...

Sensuality...

Sensuality is the greatest gift of dance.  When music enters the mind, it lifts the senses and takes one to another dimension.  The chords, some dissonant; some harmonious, blend into a rhapsody that ease the body into ecstasy.  And it begins to move.  Sometimes it jumps and gyrates or the body gently oscillates and glides.  Round hips sway toward another's; arms surround arms, eyes meet, then bodies intertwine.  They pull away, held together only by hands, then quickly reunite to a lissome embrace, still swaying to the music.  A spin!  Rejoining!  Dance!

"Vivir Lo Nuestro" is my favorite Zumba dance.  

It is the song of two lovers declaring their 

devotion to one another.  I hope the

translation is correct.  The chorus goes like this:

In a black universe,
like the purest ebony,
I will build in white
our love for the future.
In a closed night
I will stop time,
to dream by your side
that our love is eternal.

When I hear this song, I must dance.  My body has gained new strength that celebrates sensuality.  And that which causes my head to rise a bit and my back to straighten, lets my hips believe they can rock a world.  As my arms reach for my imaginary partner, they rise gracefully as if to hug the sky.  I am drawn into a strong embrace and we float to that ebony universe.

and away we go...

Cha, Cha, Cha, Changes

It's inherent in any journey and over the past month, I've contemplated each change.  The exterior changes are somewhat obvious, perhaps more to others than myself.  The internal, more personal ones, hold my attention.  My body feels harder in some places; stronger.  I don't wobble like the weeble I used to be.  The stronger core that Jacob means to develop, supports me in a way I haven't felt in years.  Yoga finally makes sense to me and I cherish each session.  My breathing is deeper; calming and soothing.  My menopausal mind stills; focuses so I can find my way.  The Latin dance gives me a sensual feeling.  My hips sway when I walk.  I love my breasts again.  My shoulders slide back and I feel beautiful.  My wild-child hair twists and wraps its own way.  Whether it shrinks into a short wave cap or swings loosely to its own song, this hair frees my spirit and crowns this new body.

The weight stays constant; no less and no more than a few pounds.  The inches creep down like a slow barge.  But, the distribution?  The changes I feel and see motivate me to continue the journey.  I've been told I don't need to lose 60 more pounds.  And while I would love to believe that, I cannot.  The excitement to meet Skinny Me in person is just too great.  So, slowly we move down the path.  I'll meet you on the other side.

And away we go...

The Birthday Queen's Day of Fun & Frolic

The Queen in Her Element~

The weeks leading to the anniversary of her birth were experienced in dizzying dips of joy.  However, anticipating the "big" present and the cake lead the poor Queen to question her sanity and doubt the loyalty of the Young Prince and his Knaves.  You see Prince Jack, General Knave Carter and Colonel Knave Steven (and likely other unrulies) finalized the days' events, then conspired to mislead our dear queen.  Knowing her aversion to heights, Prince Jack and the Knaves would use skydiving as a red herring.  General Knave Carter would gently insinuate that the Queen would fly without wings!  Colonel Knave Steven claimed no plan knowledge.  As told to our graceful Queen, the cake, would not be baked by the royal bakery (Aston's Baker in Highland Park) because of its rather controversial message.   


Unbeknown to Birthday Queen, the Knaves carried out the rebellious Young Prince's wishes with gleeful enthusiasm.  Their "secrets" slipped out during midnight chats or casual text messages.  Our Queen refused to press the Knaves about details in order to help them  avoid the wrath of the Young Prince.  As a result, sleepless nights and jittery nerves nearly cost the Queen her throne (crazies aren't usually good queens).  The evil plan had worked!  


BUT!  Hours before the scoundrels' plan of Fun & Frolic was to be executed, General Knave Carter was unexpectedly called away on a required secret reconnaissance mission!  All were saddened.  Determined to soldier on, Prince Jack recalculated his options and carried out his alternate plan.  


    
The Queen's National Day of Fun & Frolic arrived!  Having been advised to dress nicely, but bring a bag of work out clothes and perhaps an extra pair of shoes, our Queen arrived at her Keller Williams' computer early.  Around noon, Prince Jack pick up her majesty in his gallant chariot and whisked her to The Porch where the day was declared one of "firsts".  The Queen dined on her first Tuna Nicoise Salad; quite tasty!  Then, back to the office for a brief catch up.  Then the festivities began!!  


Still prepared for "sailing without wings, the Queen allowed herself to be "blindfolded" as we headed to the "airport".   A stop to pick up the cake resulted in the pick up of Colonel Knave Steven, who reportedly could not attend.  The surprises continued in a plethora of pokes causing wheezy giggles, deep belly laughs and more than a few identifiable sounds.  Hours later, our grace found herself with Prince Jack and Colonel Knave Steven in Austin, Texas at a beautiful place enjoying the loveliest sushi in the world!  Oh, the cake?  A simple, light orange mandarin delight with the message:  Happy Birthday, Lynette


The night was magic...

The Arrival of the Birthday Queen

The Queen and her Pudding Knave:  8/12/2009

The Queen & The Tale of Orange Mandarin Cake

I love being a Queen; even if it's just in my mind.  I must say that I have this attitude because of my parents.  They made me feel like a princess.  In those days, dark-skinned babies just weren't cute.  "Black" was ugly; the doll studies said so.  I was dark chocolate with black, curly hair.  My mom thought I was beautiful from the moment she set eyes on me.  I had my daddy wrapped, too.  My mother always dressed me like a gorgeous little doll.  We didn't have much, but she didn't let us know that.  My father spoiled me rotten.  His love made home, for me, a palace.  He was my first hero.  His death was hard on us.  And now, my brothers treat me like royalty.  Each one has such a special place in my heart.  They make me feel very loved and special and each one will do everything he can to help me if I ask.

Last year, I told the story of my life through the eyes of the Birthday Queen (BDQ).  The Queen, because I am so blessed and feel treasured, "rules" her loyal subjects with love and kindness.  Yet, as in every Queendom, there are an unruly few!  Knaves who want to usurp the throne can't be stopped at the mote.  Many of my friends and family went along with the game and made me feel so special by playing in my world.  One friend wished me happy birthmonth all month long!!  An August baby herself, we exchanged hellos and good wishes each day.  Friends smiled and many laughed out loud (I'm told) at the Queen's antics.  And so the queen reigned.  From then and forevermore, the Birthday Queen appears the first day of each August and reigns until midnight August 31.

The Queen, this year, changed.  The picture leading the blog is 2009's Queen.  The second image reflects today's Queen.  And changes have only begun!  The Queen is stronger, more self-satisfied and definitely happier.  The new Queen is met with much support and encouragement!  In four short days, the Queen will be a year older, a decade wiser, and at least 26 pounds lighter.  She has already been given wonderful gifts; tangible ones like the new Zumba suit and new jeans.  The intangible gifts are invaluable; the "atta girl" high fives and generous compliments are priceless!  If nothing else is said; if no more gifts are received, the Queen has already had the best birthday celebration ever!  Through the BDQ, Lynette, lives well and loves!

and away we go...

And the Torture Begins..

Today was just out of control!  Jack and Gladys are now fast friends, intent on helping Skinny Me escape.  They have been plotting for the last week and their glee is unsuppressed.  The glints in their eyes say it all.  I am finally beginning to recover from an hour of Zumba hell!

The plot was exposed when Gladys, this afternoon, ordered me to do 3 sets of 10 (25-30 pounds of weight) on the Butterfly machine before class began.  Then she wanted me to swing 5 pound weights as I walked to class!  Has she lost her mind?!  Of course, Jack is loving this.  If that were my only torture, I'd probably be able to move now.  Oh, no!  The fun was only ABOUT to begin.

Since the Butterfly machine is broken, I used the pull down bar; yes, 3 sets of 10 at 30 pounds.  The first dance was quite a lot of fun, but 15 minutes into the class, my body decided it just wasn't up to it and my lovely instructor was not about to give me a break.  Her encouraging smile and "Lynette, move it!" kept me going for the next few minutes.

As we moved to the jumping part of the routine, I experience a whole new torture!  The Zumba girls, which now roll around in their compartments like squirrels in a sac, nearly knocked me down.  With each kick, they flew higher and higher.  At one point, I felt they would find their own heaven.  And the weight?  Oh, my goodness.  How can that be?  The last jump nearly lost me an eye!  I MUST find a sports bra.

Oh, and let's not forget the walk home.  I discovered muscles I only know about because I saw them in the anatomy poster on the doctor's waiting room wall.  The first 7 minutes lasted a year.  I realized that I had only walked about 15 feet.  Suffice it to say it was a very long walk home.  I really think my new bottom was being carved out during that walk.  I think the only thing that will help is a soak in the hot tub and about 20 Tylenol.

I need a nap...

Inspired to Inspire - The Escape of Skinny Me

Tonight, Gladys suggested I post, on Facebook, pre weight loss and progressing pictures of this journey I so reluctantly began.  So, I did.  The comments quickly came in!  I have great friends, so the encouraging remarks didn't surprise me.  My sweet friend, Faith, never fails to let me know that she supports these efforts and always adds encouraging words.  My friends' words, "keep up the good work" or "good job" made me feel successful.  My surprise came in the words of friends who called me an inspiration and motivation.  Even a young second cousin asked me how I accomplished my success and asked me to give her tips. As I think about the impact of that, I realize that diligence and commitment must remain my watch words.

As Skinny Me slowly moves through the maze of fat that now surrounds her, I find myself anxiously anticipating her escape.  I don't wait alone.  My fabulous coach patiently awaits her emergence; Zumba instructor extrordinaire is excited to see her and the new kids look forward her debut!  Jack, my coach, my inspiration and mentor, now nears his ideal body.  His newly svelte, muscular physique is a walking definition of diligence and commitment.  I see his confidence grow daily and his smile is even more constant.  I like that.

As I watch Jack's transformation, my determination to let Skinny Me out increases.  I love the observations my brother made this weekend!  He said I don't stumble as much and I looked good in a pair of blue jeans I wore the other day.  I am so glad he told me!  My food choices are definitely different now.  Although I still have a sweet tooth, it can now be satisfied with a stick of gum or a piece of fruit.  I find the desire for fatty or sugar-filled food doesn't overwhelm my senses.  I like the taste of water; it clears the palate.  I like the taste of lean meats and fresh fruits and vegetables.  I like to eat clean.  I like exercise.  I like feeling strong.  Sweat is a good friend, now.  Sweat allows me to indulge a little.  I don't feel deprived.

Being an inspiration is truly an honor.  Being an inspiration is motivation.  Being an inspiration helps others.

...and away we go!

Lynette, the Giant Killer

 

"There we saw the Nephilim [or giants], the sons of Anak, who come from the giants; and we were in our own sight as grasshoppers, and so we were in their sight." - Numbers 13:33

June 2010

  

July 2010

Today's sermon really hit home for me today.  As I listened, I realized that I could continue to think like a grasshopper or I could become a giant killer.  Over the past 3 weeks, I have received nice compliments and properly responded to each one.  Unfortunately, I didn't really believe the people who gave them because I don't see the changes.  In my mind, the Zumba, the walking, and the weight work seem to be in vain because the scale hasn't really changed.  So this week, I took measurements.  Guess what?!  Since the end of June, I have lost a total of 5.5 inches and one pound!  Week over week results may be slow, but overall progress is sure!

Last week, Jack and Gladys became facebook friends and only the good Lord knows what may happen now.  I feel so blessed that I have this kind of support, but I have a feeling that the giant killing may kick into high gear from here out!  I have to remember my goal; to see what is underneath all this fat.  The doctors says I'm a small boned woman.  I always thought I was big boned.  Interestingly, I gave myself permission to think that I SHOULD be a skinny lady.  I am ready for this journey with renewed optimism and determination.  

LET THE GIANT KILLING COMMENCE!!

and away we go...

 

Can You See It Now?

What a difference a year makes!  For the past 3 weeks, I have not "felt" progress.  A few days ago, my coach sent me a picture taken about a year ago and asked "can you see it now?".  When I see me now (top right) I can see it!  It amazes me that a few short months ago, I looked so different.  Yes, the measurements and the scale have been about the same, but as they say a picture is worth a thousand words.  It certainly is in this case!  We should always look at ourselves, no matter the format, and see how we change.

Not only has my appearance changed, but my tastes have as well.  The lovely desert I ate on my 51st birthday (and at least 3 times a week prior to it) is not something I indulge frequently now.  It still looks beautiful, but my taste buds does not seek it out now.  That full feeling is not my idea of satisfaction now.  Not hungry works much better.

So, can I see it?  I can!  I can almost imagine my goal weight; well, not yet, but I'm trying.  Oh, lovely motivation!

...and away we go!

I Feel 50 again!

What a lovely day this has been!  My morning started with a 5k walk/run on the Katy Trail with my family.  Even little Carmen joined in.  I was so proud of her!


Aunt Nette - "Do you want me to pick you up?"
Carmen - "No, I'm jogging!"

And so she did...for a long time!  That energy inspired me and I completed the walk in less than an hour.  I walked some and jogged some.  I jogged more than I walked, I think.  And as I did, I heard constant encouragement; keep going or you can do it!!  As I began the day, I ended it with a 2 mile walk in about 30 minutes.  It was harder.  The heat was oppressive and the sweat poured.  Each step was a victory, toward the end.  When I arrived home, I realized that I have not worked this hard on my physical self in more years than I care to remember.  And each step is worth the sweat, the grit, and yes, the pain.

Weight Loss Update:  While I gained 2 pounds, I lost 2 inches!  My waist is smaller, my lungs are stronger, and my resolve is deeper than I knew it could be.  These days, my food choices are better.  My soul sings!  The tiny weight gain is not as important as the consistency I maintain.  If I stay the course, my success will show.  I find that I have many encouragers.  This little set-back is just that; LITTLE.  I refuse to measure my success only by the scale.  My attitude about exercise is very different than it was 6 months ago.  Movement makes me strong.  Movement heals my soul.  Movement gives me grace.  Movement lets me live.  Oh, yes!  I feel 50 again!  If I keep this up, I'll be 30 next year!

...and away we go!

Surprise! Encouragement...Get It Any Way You Can!

The last week was remarkable.  Not only did I stay with the Zumba classes I started, but I looked forward to them!  My coach was away, on a very fun and much deserved vacation, so I was left to my own devices.  By week's end, my passion for this new way of living began to ebb.  You see, my weight has been stuck!  When I looked back at my habits, I found that while my exercise routine has been consistent, my nutritional habits slacked.  I haven't gained, but I sure didn't lose anything.  So this weekend, I didn't weigh for a day and I didn't write down my meals.  My hope was that I could be re-energized and start anew.

How did that work for me, you say?  See what YOU think:

1.  I found that I miss my self accountability.  Can you believe that?!  I missed being accountable.  Now that's a change I never thought would happen! 
2.  Sunday morning (yesterday) I walked for 56 minutes and 12 seconds without pause (well once for a drink of water)!  Oh, the last .2 miles nearly ate my lunch, so to speak, but I met my goal.  I even walked 2 more miles in the evening!
3,  My early morning walk showed me God's beauty in so many ways; the sounds of birds and morning hellos, the smells of flowers and neighborhood air, the green of the trees!  When I got home, I told my brother about my walk.  He was so great!  He praised my efforts and gave me a few pointers about staying consistent.  Sweet motivation.
4.  My dear friend Faith, also my birthday buddy, sent the nicest post!  Her encouragement was priceless!  She is training to run a marathon...now how motivating is that?!
5.  I have a new friend...SWEAT!

So, I may not have lost any weight, but I gained the motivation I need to continue my journey.  The crash wasn't serious; it was a bump.  This week will be as remarkable, but in a different way.  By the way, don't forget the power of hope.  It is priceless!

...and away we go!

Let's Review...

Hello boys and girls and welcome to Nettie's world.  This week I received some pictures from my coach; take a look:

May18, 2010                       May 21, 2010


August 12, 2009                    April 28, 2010

        

I'm beginning to see the transition.  I think I look thinner in April than I did in May.  It's probably the hair.  A 5 pound weight loss is not as noticeable as 14 pounds.  In August, 2009 I don't know what I weighed, but I am sure it was in the 220 pound range.  Today I weighed in at 206.  I am 14 pound lighter and 6.6 inches smaller than when I started. I like that.

...and away we go!

She Drank the Kool-Aide

Today was the first day of strength training.  The Martin Weiss Recreational Center is not a fancy gym with state of the art equipment.  It is a city sponsored facility with good equipment and friendly people running it.  My adventure there tonight was filled with exploration, exhilaration and pain.  Well, the pain wasn't immediate, but I'm sure tomorrow will tell a different tale.  


I walked very fast on the treadmill, experimented with the life cycle and lifted weight.  I know the results will not be immediate, but I can already feel tightening in the abdomen area and waist.  Of course, the key to strength training is not the amount lifted in the beginning, but the continuation of the routine.  I started out walking at 3.0 miles per hour and steadily increased until I was trotting at 4.0 mph the last 30 seconds of the routine.  


So far the week has been  challenging.  The weight has teetered and tottered between 206 and 206.5.  I am determined that the strength training will shock my body into moving to a lower number.  The hope of that movement motivates me.


...and away we go!

Facts and Then Some!

What an excellent week!  I met challenges in new and exciting ways.  From refusing a dish with too much sodium to planning for a special meal, I see mind-set changes taking affect.  The curve of my waist motivates me to continue.  The try-on session last weekend could not have motivated me more!  Trying on previous sizes which turned out too big rocked.  While I have not tracked sizes in quite a while, I established a base line for the future.  I liked the way some outfits looked on my newly emerging body.


I notice that my body craves movement.  My minimum 30 minute sessions at a rate of about 3.5 miles per hour have increased my lung capacity and strength.  I am moving the target to 45 minute sessions over the next week.  I also notice that I am taking longer jogging moments.  The rate is still slower than I would like, but that will increase as I become used to the faster pace.  


The most exciting tidbit is that the photo shoot is Tuesday!  The new pictures will be very interesting to compare with my initial weight loss picture and those from months ago.  I see my inner beauty peeking out again.  Weight loss can equal confidence gain...sweet!




Let's see the results from 5/9/2010-5/16/2010:
              Then          Now
Weight:  208.0         206.0
A 2 pound loss!  A total weight loss of 14 pounds from the start!
                               Then        Now
Bust                        46.5          46.0
Waist                      45.0          43.0
Hips                        47.0          47.0
Abdomen                 48.0          49.0
Rt. Thigh                 24.0           24.5
Lf. Thigh                  24.0          24.0
Neck                       15.0          14.5
Rt. Arm                   15.0          14.5
Lf. Arm                    15.0          14.5
Bra Size                   44DD       44DD
Weekly Loss:  2.5"     Total Monthly Loss:  3.0"
Total Inch Loss:  16.5"

Body Mass Index:  34.6            34.3:  
From Severely Overweight to Moderately Overweight


...and away we go!!

My Shadow Has Waistline

We're practically one month into our new regime.  Yes, my eating habits have changed.  I actually drink water, rather than using it only to bathe in.  I watch the number of calories I eat and track the amount of sodium in foods.  I've seen my triple chin shrink to a double chin.  My bra size shrank by 3 cup sizes!  Even, my shadow is changing; it has a waistline!  The thought of new bras and new panties is exciting.  I don't want to shop, but it may be more pleasant, now.  TMI; I know, but examining all changes is helpful to my success.

This week was filled with challenges.  My first accountability session wasn't great, but it taught me the importance of making better food choices.  I've realized the weight loss is important, but the nutritional analysis of food is instrumental in living a healthier lifestyle.  The next trip to Accountability City will be less frightening and more successful.  I look forward to that trip.

Let's see the results from 5/1/2010-5/8/2010:
              Then          Now
Weight:  211.0         208.0
A 3 pound loss!  A total weight loss of 12 pounds from the start!
                               Then           Now
Bust                        46.5           46.5
Waist                      44.5           45.0
Hips                        47.5           47.0
Abdomen                n/a             48.0
Rt. Thigh                 24.0           24.0
Lf. Thigh                 23.5           24.0
Neck                      n/a              15.0
Rt. Arm                  15.5           15.0
Lf. Arm                  15.5           15.0
Bra Size                 n/a              40C
Weekly Loss:  1.5"     Total Loss:  13.5"


Body Mass Index:  35.1            34.6:  
From Severely Overweight to Moderately Overweight


Yeah, this feels good.  I'm on my own for lunch next week.  I plan to make good choices and not slack up!  The coach is out of town all week.  He'll like the results when he returns.

...and away we go!!

Just the Facts, Lady. Just the Facts. II

Well, here we are beginning a new month; a new lifestyle.  We reluctantly began this journey on April 10, 2010 at 220 pounds.  First measurements were done on 4/21/2010.  Here's what we've accomplished to date:


Weight Changes:
Weight:     220 lbs.       211 lbs.
Total Pounds Lost = 9 lbs.
Bust:          48"             46.5"       -1.5"
Waist:        46"             44.5"       -1.5"
Hips:          48"             47.5"       -0.5"
Right Thi:   26"             24.0"       -2.0"
Left Thi:     25"             23.5"       -1.5
Right Arm: 18"             15.5"        -2.5"
Left Arm:   18"             15.5"        -2.5"
Total Inches Lost = 12"

Body Mass Index:  4/21/2010 = 35.3  (Starting BMI = 36.6)
                              5/1/2010 = 35.1


Mind Changes:

• The journey is no longer reluctant!  I'm in it to win it...good health, that is.
• My average weight loss is .45 pounds per day or 3.2 pounds per week.
• Being in control of my BCP (Body Change Process) empowers me to accomplish more.
• My taste buds are alive again and new flavors are enjoyable.
• My lung capacity has increased and I can walk 2 miles without stopping!
• I celebrate the small changes I see; a thinner face, the feel of my hips as they sway.
• I look forward to continuing the journey!
• Let's set a goal of losing a total of 20 pounds by June's end.

...and away we go!!

Relapse and Recovery

Last week was special in so many ways; I'll highlight one.  I had dinner Thursday night with high school friends I haven't seen in as many as 30 years.  Marla Robertson came to town on her way to Norman for a wedding and wanted to know if I'd like to have dinner with her.  In the end, Terry Cummings, Brenda Wilson, Ron and Annette and I met at Hattie's.  I felt confident about the evening because I prepared my menu, with Jack's help, earlier.  What a fabulous time we had!!!  Reminiscing about old times and catching up with our lives made the evening fly by!

However, all my planning went out the window when I saw the menu!  Rather than order the chicken with the sauce on the side, I ordered shrimp and grits.  Had that been my only diversion, perhaps I would not have suffered a 3 pound gain and endless lectures from my coach.  Oh no, I also had 3 martinis!  I probably ate, in one meal, what I could have lived on for 2 days.  I made a conscience choice to eat what I did.  Boy, it was good.  Now my dilemma was how to handle the results of my relapse.

Previously, I am sure I would have continued to eat poorly for at least a week.  Although I did have a Sausage McMuffin for breakfast the next day, I ate a good lunch and dinner.  I did not increase my walking Friday night, but this weekend, I walked like a fool!  Saturday and Sunday's menus were light and delicious.  My goal, to eat what I like within reason, is coming to fruition.

I learned that recovery from relapse is not impossible.  Recovery takes commitment and effort.  I learned that the taste of new foods or those which are not best for me is not always worth the cost of recovery.  My walk on Saturday morning started slowly and stiffly.  Four miles later, my body loosened and keeping to my walking program is easier.  As of this morning, I lost 1 of the 3 pounds I gained.  The best lesson is that I understand what recovery takes.  I am not always willing to fight this long to recover from a couple of hours of food bliss.

Lesson learned.

Just the Facts, Lady. Just the facts.

I decided I need to write down my starting points.  I am sure that in 2 months, I will forget when I started and just how poor my eating habits were.  I measured last night and left them at home, so I will have to estimate those.

Start Date:  4/10/2010
Starting Weight:  4/10/2010 - 220 lbs.  :-(          
                          4/21/2010 - 212.5  :-)     Down 7.5 lbs!!!
Starting BMI (Body Mass Index:  36.6 (@ 220)     
                                 4/21/2010 - 35.3        Fabulous!
Bust:  48"
Waist:  46:
Hips:  48"
Right Thigh:  26"                  Left Thigh:  25"
Right Upper Arm:  18"         Left Upper Arm:  18"

Prior to my journey's beginning, I hardly drank water at all.  Now, I consume at least 110 ounces daily.  I love the way my skin looks and my hair is softer!!!

And away we go!!!!

Results I Can See

If we observe, we can see so much!  The journey of becoming slimmer has taken a life of my own.  I remember many years ago, I worked out like a fiend!  My gym saw me 7 days each week.  I ate what I wanted and based my portion sizes upon the amount of time I danced, or biked, or walked.  I weighed myself daily prior to my work out and after.  This time, a few years older and definitely wiser, my approach focuses on nutrition.  I closely monitor my sodium intake and while it is still above the recommend intake, it has improved.  I try to eat more vegetables and fruits and fewer (or at least not as much) fatty, calorie-dense foods.  I walk for a purpose now!  I swing my arms like I'm whipping up a smile.  My legs, my hips, my thighs feel strong and ready to climb large dirt mounds.  I love the the way my lungs feel as they fill with air.  My heart pumps strongly and is close to being ready for a jog.

The 6.5 pounds that left my body took with it the dullness on my skin and left it with a healthier glow.  My face seems slimmer.  My jeans are looser and my thighs don't shimmy as much as before.  Unfortunately, my wings are not much firmer as evidenced by their sweep into the guacamole as I reached for a tortilla a few days ago at lunch.  I noticed that I measure success a little differently, too.  Work is a beast, but now I can see myself more successful because I am beginning to win this battle.  Who knew 6 little pounds could lift so much from my shoulders?  And onward we fight.

Continuing the Journey

My weight loss progress is now, in fact, a journey.  My food diary proved to be surprising, invorating, and even a little fun.  I found a website, caloriecount.com, that allows me to track my food intake, my exercise, and my weight loss progress.  This posting started two days ago.  Thursday's weight 215.5,  was a 4.5 pound loss from my start.  This morning, I am down to 214!

I cannot believe I made this accomplishment eating scandalous food.  But, I substantially increased my water intake and my exercise.  I walked 10 miles last week and by week's end, even jogged a bit.  My inspiration and my guide got my food log yesterday.  It will be interesting to hear his reaction.  And believe me, there will be a reaction.

This morning, I tried a new recipe called Oatmeal with an Egg Boost.  It sounded rather horrible in a way, but I figured the vanilla yogurt topping couldn't be all bad.  The dish was actually very tasty; a creamy concoction loaded with fiber, protein and a little sweet.  I have to remember to take snacks!  I almost blew my day by having a combo from Long John Silvers.  A 2 mile walk this evening paired with a low sodium, high-protein dinner should undo some of the damage.

I can already see some changes.  My skin looks brighter, I feel stronger, my lungs feel more elastic and breathing is less labored.  On the other hand, my body feels more sore today than last week.  Obvious changes are yet to come; I look forward to their debut.

As I go to the grocery store later this evening, I will look for foods that are good for me and good to me.  I am beginning to love this journey.

A New Quest

A good friend changed his eating and exercise routine, developed a new lifestyle and is now healthier than he has been in years.  Jack feels good and looks great.  Last week, he encouraged me to change my eating and exercise habits to lose weight.  Now, Jack is disgusted by fried foods, desert, and lovely sauces.  Fat people also disgust my friend Jack.

Last week, Jack and I had lunch with Harriet.  They spoke about me when I left the table.  It seems they believe Jack's progress has had no impact on my weight outlook.  What my friends didn't realize is that at the first of the year, another friend, Carol, and I made our 2010 goals.  One of my goals is to be a size 14 by June, 2010.  Since my conversation with Carol, I increased my walking and managed to slowly decrease my food intake.  About 3 weeks ago, I developed ferocious cravings for sweets and calorie dense foods. I felt angry that these two friends, whom I see rather frequently, never noticed my pre-crash changes.  They assumed that I always eat poorly and I never exercise. They feel I am making excuses for not adopting a healthier lifestyle.  I simply did not broadcast my journey because I didn't want the pressure I knew I would impose upon myself to "be good".

So, at week's end, Jack suggested I write down what I eat for a week; every morsel that goes into my mouth.  After analyzing my childish anger and deciding I am in control of my journey, I took him up on it.  After keeping a one-week food diary,  I will determine what changes need to be made and how to implement them.  Already the task of keeping the diary, less than two days now, has been empowering.  This has a chance of working on my terms!

I weighed in on Thursday April 8th at 220 pounds.  Today, I weigh 219 (after a Big Mac and 1/2 order of fries).  So far, I walked 2.1 miles, drank 116.915 ounces of water, and averaged 3 meals daily.  I will end the day with at least 100 ounces of water consumed.  Not bad for someone who's not really trying!

Talking to God

The past two weeks have been God intensive.  I haven't felt abandoned or loud emotions, as in past God moments; just quiet.  I pray often.  Perhaps my faith is getting stronger.  You see, each Lenten season, I face some crisis of conscience or a faith test.  Last year, I prepared myself.  I went to Ash Wednesday service and I fasted the entire season.  At Lent's end, I felt surer of my walk with God and satisfied that I passed the test.  Tears were prevalent last year, as with past years of the Lent affect.

This year's Lent is just beginning.  No Ash Wednesday service this year, though.  No preparation for the inevitable.  I pray often.  I ask prayer warriors for help.  They do.  My prayers are more for others than for me.  So many I love are in pain, despair or have lost hope.  They are sad because life has not been an ideal experience.  Some are sad because of loss.

This year is cold and hard.  Record snowfalls excited some and distressed others.  Snow threatens again and we prepare for the freeze.  Staying warm is a challenge.  I don't cry this year.  Maybe the cold froze my tears.  Quiet emotions, tightly bound, drop into my heart.  And I pray.  God talks back.  God's breath wraps itself around my heart to keep it soft.  God's message is quiet, but pure and still.  The message is the same. .

Snowstorms and Real Life Slick Spots

I love the snow when I don't have to be in it, but hate it any other time. Snow is one of God's most heavenly creations; a juxtaposition of unforgiving hardness and stunningly beautiful softness. Its softness quiets the chaotic world and its beauty quells the senses into a refined peace. But underneath the snow, the ice lies in wait for clumsies like me to slip, slide, and finally fall. I can gingerly navigate my way back to an upright position for a few fleeting seconds. Then, wham! My nemesis wins once more. Snow comes again as a shimmering blanket, making beautiful the uglies underneath.

Real life, like snow, is a tessellation of multiples. Brilliant hues of love, black sorrow and ordinary joy, equalizes us and binds us into likeness. In reality, we often hide the slippery spots behind snowy smiles and gentle touches. Sometimes we fall hard and cry, but when we upright ourselves again, we stand on solid foundations of faith, hope, and love.

(images by Jack Hatler)