Recipe for Health - part 1

So, a few of you have contacted me and have asked the magic pill question. Why is it that you are "doing the same things" that I am, but you are "only losing a pound here or there" or "losing and gaining the same 5 pounds?" I don't know, but I understand that it can be bloody frustrating. Remember, if you're tracking well you can take your journal to your doctor and get professional advice.

What am I doing to lose weight? Nope, no magic pill (unless you count my daily salmon oil supplement). You asked, so I'm gonna be honest...

Specifically, I am:

1. Focusing on living a healthy life and viewing weight loss as a lovely side effect of those choices


2. Tracking/writing down everything I eat in a day to ensure that I am consuming no more that my daily points/calorie allowance


3. Controlling my portion sizes by counting points/calories at each meal


4. Controlling my portion sizes by measuring and weighing my foods


5. Tracking my servings of protein, carbs, veg, fruits, milk to ensure I meet the daily Canada Food Guide suggestions


6. Tracking that 90 percent of my intake is from high quality calories (complex carbs, lean protein, non-refined sugars (ie. fruit), etc.)


7. Drinking water to stay hydrated


8. Eating a variety of fresh foods and trying out new healthy recipes


9. Including 'treats' in my daily points/calorie count (a few squares of dark chocolate, sorbet, etc)


10. Avoiding all sweeteners and most processed foods


11. Planning and prepping foods to ensure easy life style choices


12. Participating in a variety of sweaty activities for a minimum of 210 minutes each week


13. Answering my Little Rat Bastard negative nagging voice every time with a positive, realistic message


14. Reflecting regularly on how things are going and rewarding my efforts


15. Keeping things around me that remind me of why I needed so desperately to make these changes (ie. I keep a backpack full of the weight I have lost to date, I journal, I've kept my biggest fat pants, photos, etc)


16. Asking for help when I need it


17. Practicing patience


18. Living as a healthy person now, not "when I reach my goal"


19. Doing all of these things consistently, on a daily basis

I'm doing what my doctor suggested... following the Canada Food Guide recommendations and surrounding myself with encouragement. I joined Weight Watchers for support and my skinny man eats maintenance points with me to understand my process and to encourage me.

As I have mentioned before, some of these choices came easily for me. I already was passionate about vegetables, fruits, skim milk, whole grains, nuts, etc. before... so passionate, in fact, that I ate a hell of a lot more of them than I should have. Add a passion for chocolate, ice cream and cheese and you've got a deadly combination, literally.

As for the processed foods... for me, this is about health. Processed foods are full of salt, fillers and chemicals and I avoid them to a great extent. As for sweeteners... do your own reading and you decide. They are not for me. Cooking from scratch is time consuming and can be more expensive... two things that I have decided to budget for.

That's the basics... but, yes there is more to it. Like everything else, we all know that it matters how consistently and well you do something. Part II of this Recipe for Health entry will be about the changes I have made to how I think about my life and choices.

Week 4 Stats

Week Four Stats
Location: Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
Age: 39
Height: 5'6"
Starting Weight: 317.6lbs
Current Weight: 300.2lbs
Calories/day: 1600-1850 (32-37 points)
Calorie average this week: 1600 (32 points)
Exercise: 2 mile walking DVD, 1 hour aquaboxing, 1 hour aquakarate, 2.5 hours drumming
Week 4: -1.0 lb!
Total Lost: 17.4 lbs!!

Ooooooooo, I am so close to being under 300!!! I was really pleased with my results this week. It was my birthday week and my family were terrific at listening to what I needed. We had delicious, healthy Vietnamese soup for my bday dinner and angel food cake with berries for dessert. Yummo!

As for the rest of the week, it was weird. For one thing, I was involved in a car accident. As I pulled out from Saskatchewan Drive to do a left turn, the guy in a pick-up truck behind me decided that he was too busy and important to wait his turn. He pulled along side me and shadowed me as I turned, and... was hit by the oncoming car. I saw him doing it and accelerated fast to get away from what I knew was going to turn into an accident. Then, I slammed on the brakes to stop myself from smashing into the car in front of me. I missed being hit by about a millimeter! So, my car is fine but I am quite sore down my left side from the jerking around. My neck is getting better, but my left thigh is killing me. I have decided to tell people that it's a sports injury... sounds more glamorous, and damn it... I've been exercising my butt off (literally).

The other thing that threw me was that I was given an awesome bday present from my man... a trip to Vancouver to see my darlin' best friend. I was gutted to find that when I opened the envelope, I was struck by horrid anxious butterflies. While I have taken 7 long international flights in the past couple of years, I have always been with my family.

Airplane seats are always too small. I ooze over the arm rest, and under the arm rest, like too much sausage coming out of its casing. I've only once had an issue with having to ask for the seat belt extender, although my belt is always extended to the max. The tray table never folds flat over my lap, and plugging in the earphones and using the dials on the arm rests is not always possible. As for the airplane bathrooms... let's just say that I would never book a flight that comes earlier than my morning constitutional!

I have always been able to make my flights bearable by sitting next to one of my daughters. This, of course, brings me to:

My Reason of the Week
For Wanting to Lose Weight:

When traveling by plane, I no longer want to feel like I am an amoeba trying to perform phagocytosis on the person next to me. (For those of you who have forgotten grade 8 science class, here is the definition of phagocytosis: process in which phagocytes engulf and digest microorganisms and cellular debris.)

Alas, what to do!?! The thought of flying on my own is bloody intimidating. I truly, physically don't fit into my seat. It's not a matter of just being uncomfortable. Going to have to think on this one...

I'm Claiming the Whole Kit and Kaboodle

I have a little confession to make. I have a crush on Ben Kingsley. Don't get me wrong, I would take a heaping side of Johnny Depp anyday. But, I could polish Ben's head... sorry, I digress... wrong confession...


What I meant to say is... I actually did a few weeks of Weight Watchers before Christmas and lost 7.6 pounds during that time. What happened? No, it wasn't the "I'm going away on Xmas holidays and am taking a break from the program" scenario. In fact, I quit. I didn't quit me. I stayed active over Xmas, indulged fairly sparingly, etc. What I quit was Weight Watchers.

I was in my fourth week, working consistently, the weight was coming off, I was feeling good, etc. I stepped onto the scale and my leader (not the one I have now) noted my weight. She turned to me and said "Ok, let's talk about what's going wrong. You've gained 1.5 pounds this week. We need to figure out what you need to change." I stated that I wasn't worried. I had done what I had in the past couple of weeks (which lead to losses) and was actually really proud of what I had accomplished that week. I told her that my body knew what it was doing and that I was realistic.

She stared at me in disbelief. She just wouldn't stop with the drilling and excuses and I was gutted. Not gutted because I had gained weight (although that is never a good feeling), but because she had no trust in what I was saying to her. "Ok, what about BLTs (not tracking bites, licks and tastes)... not tracking points... not weighing and measuring... blah, blah, blah." I couldn't take her lack of patience,her unrealistic attitude, or her need to justify and I walked out, right there and then.

I am not here to line the pockets of the franchise owners. If Weight Watchers is not inspiring me or providing some kind of valuable service, why would I go? The meetings are $16 a week... money that can be better spent on a trainer, healthy organic food, a long phone call to a supportive friend, or a multitude of other things that can help me with my lifestyle changes. Was my previous leader trying to help? I'm sure that was her intention, however she either lacked the training to understand the natural ups and downs of weight loss, or she lacked the positivity and patience to handle these moments in herself and others.

When I arrived back from my Xmas holidays, I gave serious thought to what I needed. I realized that I liked the accountability of weighing myself regularly (although I would honestly prefer every 2 or 3 weeks) and that I valued the support of the other committed WW members. That was enough for me to try a different meeting and, lo and behold, I also found a leader who I can talk with.

Anyhoooo...If you are wondering why my stats have changed, I found my book from a few months ago and it lists my initial starting weight as 317.6. Now that I remember what my actual starting weight was, I'm claiming the whole kit and kaboodle. Here's my revamped stats:

Week Three Stats
Location: Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
Age: 39
Height: 5'6"
Starting Weight: 317.6lbs
Current Weight: 301.2lbs
Calories/day: 1600-1850 (32-37 points)
Calorie average this week: 1750 (34 points)
Exercise: 2 mile Leslie Sansone walking video x 2, 1 hour aquasize x 2, 1.5hr drumming class
Week 3: -3.6 lbs!!!
Total Lost: 16.4 lbs!!! (7.6 from before Xmas)

39 and Feelin' Fine

Today I am 39 and feelin' fine!!!

I am so grateful for all that I have experienced and so excited as I head into my 39th year. What a life! Having more energy, and being stronger and leaner will only allow me to get up to even more shenanigans and to contribute more to this wondrous world. Bring it on!!!

It occurred to me this morning, as I bounded up the stairs to wake the girls, that it is already difficult to remember just how slow and achey I was a month ago. My knees were really unhappy taking the stairs. If this is how I feel now, how will I feel in another month or two?!? It's such an exciting, inspiring thought!

I don't ever want to forget why I was so desperate to change my lifestyle. So... I've decided that every time my weight goes down, I am going to buy the equivalent weight in rice/lentils and keep the little baggies in a backpack. Every time I go to my weigh in, I'm going to walk into the meeting wearing my backpack. I will remind myself of what it felt like to carry the weight every moment of every day AND if I have a great week of activity and eating, but my body hasn't released any weight, my backpack will serve as a reminder of how far I have come and of the patience I need to show my body.

2...4...6...8...I Can Weight!!!

Week 3 Stats - Little Rat Bastard

Week Three Stats
Location: Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
Age: 38
Height: 5'6"
Starting Weight: 310lbs
Current Weight: 301.2lbs
Calories/day: 1600-1850 (32-37 points)
Calorie average this week: 1750 (34 points)
Exercise: 2 mile Leslie Sansone walking video x 2, 1 hour aquasize x 2, 1.5hr drumming class
Week 3: -3.6 lbs!!!

Woot! Woot! Had a great week. My eating was slammin' and my booty was movin.' I feel great about successfully managing my 3 meals out at restaurants this week. The menu items I chose were scrumptious and I did a great job of figuring out my proportions. I've noticed a difference in how I'm sleeping and I'm feeling stronger and more flexible. It's amazing what a difference a few weeks can make! Four weeks ago I was feeling extremely suffocated by my body. I am so glad I didn't delay any longer and so grateful for how my body is responding.

That said... when I woke up yesterday morning, that Little Rat Bastard (L.R.B.) of a nagging voice started up right away... blabbing on about how it had been such a good week and how those scales better be down significantly. Now, I have tousled with this voice many times during my previous journeys with Weight Watchers. One thing I have certainly learned is that L.R.B. is never happy. If I don't lose weight, L.R.B. says "well, you might as well just have what you want because it doesn't work anyway." If I lose a little weight, L.R.B. says "at this rate, you'll be dead before you get the pounds off... just eat and enjoy yourself now." If I lose a lot of weight, L.R.B. says "you're losing too fast and you are going to end up looking like a sharpei, or your body will go into starvation mode and you'll stop losing weight...." BLAH BLAH BLAH.

What worked for me was that every time that L.R.B. voice came out, I took a breath and repeated the commitment I have made to myself...

I am practicing patience with my weight loss. Not patience disguised as lazy, passive waiting... I mean I am doing my job: persistent, daring, tenacious, brave, consistent effort to balance my eating and fitness AND I will live patiently, accepting my body's rhythm and rate of weight loss.

It took a lot of repeating, but by the time I got to the scale, I felt connected to all of the efforts I had made during the week. Did I hope that I would lose... sure! However, I felt one hundred percent confident that my weight would reduce over time. My body is not a performance seal putting on a show for the weekly Weight Watchers gathering. My body has already shown me in so many ways this week that I am doing what I need to do. The 3.6 was a happy bonus!