Still Fighting It

Well, I’m not a master blogger, clearly, but I wanted to check in and share where I’m at right now.

Still Fast Food Free Since June Twenty Three, with the important caveat that I have had some “fast food” meals, but only with a few important elements that were missing previously.  Any fast food I’ve had has been on purpose, sitting down either at home or at the restaurant (as in, not in the car); as a real meal, not a snack or extra meal; and with the knowledge/consent of my husband.

I’ve been doing great about the drive thru and the thought hadn’t really crossed my mind much or been a big temptation for a few weeks.

Until today.

Today I scheduled a last minute optometrist appointment, since today is the end of my health plan year.  I’ve been going to the same optometrist for about 20 years, one who was not too far from my teenage home, but who is not really at all close to our current home.  But I HATE changing doctors (that’s a different post though), so off I went.

Like I said, it was a last minute, same-day appointment kind of thing, so basically no planning or forethought went into it as I ran off to see the doctor.  By the time I got finished, it was 2:00pm and I was hungry.  It’s a good 30-45 minute drive home, past Every Possible Fast Food Option.

As visions of Wendy’s danced in my head, I called my husband, who helped talk me out of it, even though honestly I wasn’t very nice to him in the process.  I got in the far left lane on the highway home (faster of course, with the added benefit of it being near impossible to impulse-exit when something looks good) and made it home still Fast Food Sober.

One thing we haven’t really been doing that we’re going to start: menu planning.  I find that I’m more successful when there’s a plan in place.  If I know there’s a tasty meal planned at home, I’m infinitely less likely to even consider a stop on the way home.

Recently, having just moved into a new house and with money a little tight from the move and from having essentially two homes for close to two months, we’ve been relying on a lot of convenience food.  Not fast food, really…. but not good healthy food either.  Lots of peanut butter sandwiches, frozen dinners, frozen pizza, frozen chicken nuggets, etc.  So, we’re going to try to kick that habit… of if not “kick” it 100%, try to plan “real” meals when we have the time and save the convenience foods for nights that we know I have to work late or there’s some other reason to need a fast and easy meal.

I would love anyone’s contributions to the list of healthy-ish family meal options.  We tend to get into a spaghetti, tacos, spaghetti, tacos, spaghetti, tacos, rut pretty easily.  Keep in mind that my husband dislikes cheese… a fact that baffles me to this day.

As to my official progress.

Back in early May I weighed 223.  When I hit the apparent emotional “rock bottom”, I didn’t weight myself, but a few days of healthy eating later, when grandma offered to pay me to lose weight, that weight was 212.  This morning, my scale said 203.  So, progress is being made.  That slow, steady progress that is supposedly so good although it can also be so incredibly frustrating.  

Today it was frustrating.  I’d like to be the kind of person that can hit a drive thru and get a grilled chicken sandwich and a side salad.

But for me, that’s a Gateway Drug to “can I get a double bacon burger with extra cheese, large fries, a side of mozzarella sticks with ranch, and oh yeah a strawberry shake?” (duh, strawberry, because it’s fruit and therefore healthy)

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46 days “clean”

I’m sitting at my desk eating clementines and drinking water.  This is who I have become.

Tuesday I did Zumba, outdoors, in Texas.  Not gonna lie, I forgot my water, so I kind of actually almost blacked out.  (As I tell my students, this was a “poor choice”.)  I won’t be making that mistake again, but I plan to be at crazy outdoor Texas Zumba again tonight.  It’s supposed to be about 100 degrees with a heat index of 104 at that time (7:15pm).  Today’s actual high will be 105 with a heat index of 109, I’m told.

I figure if I could probably lose a pound just standing outside for 45 minutes… Zumba’s got to be dropping the pounds.

The biggest thing at this point is trying to set myself up for success once school starts back in a couple of weeks.  Getting used to having breakfast and packing lunch.  Keeping water around.  Keeping up with Zumba and keeping time for that in my schedule.  Not taking up every offer of lunch out with the other teachers during our inservice/training week.  Or at least making smart choices when I do go out.

Any other tips for staying on track with a new routine?

Diet Bet

So about a week ago I joined a Diet Bet with a bunch of ladies from an online moms group I’ve been a part of for the last two (well, almost three, really) years.

Everyone put in $35.00.  Your goal is to lose 4% in 4 weeks.  Everyone can win, everyone can lose (I guess?  Didn’t really ask about that… I guess that’s how DB makes their money), or whoever meets the goal splits the pot.

Let’s recap up to this point.  I weighed myself a month ago when I started this blog and I was 212.8.  Technically it was June 23.  Since then, I’ve abstained from fast food and started doing Zumba two or more times per week.

A week ago, starting the Diet Bet, my initial weight in was 215.

What kind of a load of shit is that?  I mean really.

(And actually, honestly, my DB starting weight is 217 because I was holding my iPad to take a picture of the scale.  But I don’t really count that in my head.  Don’t worry ladies, I’ll hold the iPad in the final weight in too.  Case and everything.)

Anyway.  This week has been a little rough.  We basically have officially moved in to our new house now.  But we’re in the midst of painting the kitchen cabinets, everything is in boxes, we have no microwave, and limited kitchen use in general.  But, I have stayed the course.  Still no drive thru.

I guess I can’t exactly say I’ve been Fast Food Free the whole time… yesterday, the little boy and I had Wendy’s.  But I’m saying I’m still “Fast Food Free since June Twenty Three” (catchy, right?) and here’s why.

It was planned, on purpose, go inside and sit at a table, have a meal “fast food”.  No in-car eating.  No secrets.  Not in between meals or a “treat” or a “snack”.  I ordered a half size Apple Pecan Chicken Salad.  I stayed well under my calorie goal for that meal and for the day.

So, still Fast Food Free Since June Twenty Three, as far as I’m concerned.

Today, end of the day, wearing normal clothes and NOT holding an iPad, I weighed in at 208.8.  Boom.

Finally!  A little tiny itty bitty bit of payoff.

My DB goal weight will be 208.3 WHILE holding the iPad, which means 206.3 or less, basically.  Another couple of pounds and three weeks to do it!

Four weeks.

So, I’m still fast food free! Today is four weeks, I think.

I’ve been doing zumba…. three times last week, twice this week. It’s been hard to find time to go since I’m working 9-5, have a long commute, and we’re in the midst of finally officially moving into our new house.  So every evening my job has been to take over childcare duty while my husband goes and takes a load of stuff to the house and works on our Big Secret Project.  (My mom doesn’t know I have this blog, so I guess I can tell you that the BSP is that we’re painting the kitchen cabinets.  But seriously, you guys, don’t tell her.)

This morning’s Zumba class was not my favorite.  The leader was the lady that owns the studio where I’ve been taking classes.  She’s a former fitness model who refers to herself as Coach TPain.  Most of my classmates were First Class Zumbies whose preferred uniform was a sports bra and hot pants.  Meanwhile, I’m stumbling all over myself in my giant “moisture wicking” t-shirt and capris.  These ladies were not My People.

Every other class I’ve done has had My People.  In order to be comfortable, I need everyone to be fully clothed.  I need at least one person who jiggles at least 75% at much as I do.  I require one booty-shaking grandma.  These are My People.  Not the Real Housewives of North Texas.  

FYI, I have not lost an ounce. Very disappointing. But I mean, I guess I feel better? (Not gonna lie, it’s hard to feel super successful when one month in, I’m exactly the same weight, but I’m trying to focus on the positives.)
If nothing else I feel better for just proving to myself that I can exercise a little willpower and not hit the drive thru, I guess.

It would be nice to see results, but I have to believe that they will come in time.  I know I’m doing the right thing for my health.  Like many things in life, I guess I just have to carry on, knowing/believing that I’m doing the right thing, with the hope that I’ll see a reward for my effort eventually.

I’m really more into instant gratification, though.

So… Zumba.

I did Zumba tonight. 

I felt like a tool most of the time.  But you know, a fun tool.  A fun, latin-infused, tool.

Apparently I faked it pretty well.  The instructor came up to me afterwards and asked “Do you normally go to Kelly’s hip hop class?  I don’t think I’ve seen you here before, but you obviously know a lot of the moves.”

My inner monologue: “Finally!  Years of show choir choreography pay off!”

It was fun enough that I think I’ll do it again.  There is another class at the same place on Thursday night.

I am going to need some better workout clothes, though.  Eventually, anyway.

All the other zumbists (I think that’s what I’ll call them…. or zumbies?  Hmmm…. I’ll have to sleep on it) seemed to be wearing more… how shall I say… supportive clothing.  Like, spandex-ish compression clothes.

All 200+ pounds of me was in a tank top, a super worn out sports bra (like, you know how old elastic makes a creaking, crackling sound?  yeah) and leggings.  

 1. This is not a good look for me.  Let’s be real.

 2. Ya’ll.  I didn’t know one body could bounce and flop in so many directions at once.  Arm fat flapping into back fat into belly fat into b’donkadonk…. it’s really a testament to the resilience of the human spirit that all those skinny girls got out of there alive.  

Get ready, skinny girls.  I’ll be back Thursday.