Pink ( Is My New Obsession)

I hope everyone had a great weekend. I know I did. Saturday, Alice had her friend Ann Marie over who requested that her new name be Rapunzel, so Rapunzel it is. Alice, Mickey, Rapunzel and I went over to my Aunt Daisy and Uncle Donald’s house to play board-games. Mickey gets every other weekend off and we often go over to my Aunt and Uncle’s house and play “SongBurst” and “Apples to Apples” and “Logo.” We have a great time and I get to spend time with my family.

Aunt Daisy and Uncle Donald have been VERY supportive of my journey. Aunt Daisy makes me unsweetened tea with lemon and provides a snack such as popcorn or chips or veggies and salsa. In fact, Uncle Donald asked if I had been craving anything. I admitted I had been craving a big juicy hamburger. Uncle Donald said if lean ground beef was used and the burger was grilled, then it shouldn’t be too bad. So, Thursday, we are going over there for supper and I am getting my hamburger!!!

Sunday, we all celebrated Eric’s Birthday. Ariel invited us all to a restaurant named “JimnNicks.” It’s a barbecue place. I was kind of worried because I am so incredibly picky over my barbecue. I was also worried about calories. I ended up with the smoked turkey breast plate with a salad of field greens tossed with a vinaigrette. That smoked turkey breast was off the chain. It was so good, I didn’t even mind not eating pulled pork. The portion was so generous, I brought over half of it home. There is enough for two good-sized sandwiches.

After lunch, we went back to Ariel’s and Eric’s. I had a small glass of wine and a small slice of the sinfully delicious Supreme Ganache cake from Publix. This cake is amazing. The really good news? I had breakfast at home, lunch out, wine and cake, and a light supper at home and still had 40 calories left to spare. I never feel deprived because this is NOT a diet. 

Today was weigh-in day. I lost one pound. I admit. I was a little sad. I want to see big losses like last week ALL the time. But, it doesn’t work that way. I am still very happy. I lost one complete pound. I didn’t gain. I have now lost 18 pounds. I really can’t tell or couldn’t tell at all, until I noticed my shorts are falling off. Alice took a picture of me in the same pose as a picture that was taken in January. When we put the pictures side by side, we could both tell. Before you know it, I will be able to use the restroom out in public, without kissing the floor. 

Today was also the day I started Week 2 of Jillian Michael’s “Ripped in 30.” It wasn’t as bad as I thought. It was a million times worse. I hurt. I thought I was going to puke about halfway through it. I just THOUGHT Week 1 was bad. I have a feeling I will be on Week 2 for 2 months. I was involuntarily making grunts and groans as I attempted to follow along with her. The last time I involuntarily made noises like that, I was in labor. Given a choice, I will gladly take labor again. I was back to using the coffee table to pull myself up off the floor back into standing position. 

I do have to say, the only reason I even have the energy to tackle Jillian, ( and I would gladly tackle her, except I know she would outrun me.) is because of my pink drink. I have been taking Plexus Slim since I started watching my diet and started exercising.  admit. I was VERY skeptical of it at first. Everywhere I looked on my Facebook, someone was promoting it and recruiting Ambassadors. First off, I do not have the time, inclination or even the mental prowess to be an Ambassador. Secondly, I was getting really bothered by some of the people who friended me JUST to promote Plexus products. 

I have a trusted friend, though. A friend I have known since I can remember. We went to church camp together We were in high school band together and we suffered through Geometry and Trig together. She casually mentioned she was an Ambassador and she would give me the chance to try the product. If I liked it, I could explore my options. She did assure me I was under no obligation to become an Ambassador myself. If I liked the product, I could get it through her. If I didn’t, no harm, no foul. 

I gave it a try. Did I feel full of energy and ready to take on the world? Well, no. BUT, I didn’t feel as tired as I had been feeling. I felt, well, normal. For me, as a heart patient that is a BIG deal. Did it suppress my appetite? Again, no, but that isn’t what it is designed to do. What it did was eliminate my sugar cravings. It made detoxing from my sweet tea and soda addiction much easier. 

Plexus Slim isn’t a miracle cure or a miracle diet aid. It was developed to regulate blood sugar, and for me it seems to be working. It doesn’t replace a meal. It doesn’t make me feel full. It doesn’t burn my fat. I do that by eating healthy and exercising. It works for me. Since it works for me,  am going to keep taking it. I got the approval of my doctor before I tried it. One day, before my order came in, I was without it. I could tell a difference. I didn’t feel normal anymore. 

I wanted to be upfront with you, my readers, as to what I am doing. Again, these are MY results. I have lost 18 pounds and I have also lost 2 inches from my bust, 2 inches from each of my upper arms, an inch and a half off my waist, 3 inches off my hips, 3 inches off my right thigh, and because I am weird, I have gained two inches on my left thigh. I have this mental picture of myself dragging around some hugely deformed thigh in about another month. Do I give all the credit to Plexus? No, not at all, I am the one suffering through Jillian. I am the one deciding to eat an apple for a snack and not a cupcake. But, I give Plexus credit for giving me back my pre-heart attack and pre-heart surgery life, simply by stabilizing me and giving me the energy I need in order to make wise choices. 

Disclaimer: I am NOT a Plexus Ambassador. I was not given any items for free from Plexus. If you choose to try Plexus, I get nothing at all. If you are interested in learning more, you can check out my friend’s site at http://jennirom.myplexusproducts.com/      She won’t push you to try it or become an Ambassador, but she will answer any questions if you have them. 

I also received nothing from the makers of any of the board games I mentioned. They are just fun. JimNNicks barbecue is another place I mentioned. No free barbecue, no money. Just a good lunch. Publix also gave me no money or any other type of compensation for mentioning their cake. 

Jillian does know who I a now, but she gave me nothing for buying her DVD or for kicking my fanny. 

 

 

What is Love (Baby Don’t Hurt Me)

Happy Valentine’s day to all my readers. I hope you are all having a fabulous Friday and a fabulous holiday. I have been flying high since about 8pm EST last night. We will get to that in a minute. So far, I have had a wonderful day. Mickey is off work this weekend, so we get to spend the weekend together. Alice is starting to feel better, so I am looking forward to spending the weekend with her as well. I have so much to say today, so hang on. In fact, I could not decide to name my entry today after Valentine’s Day, which I gave in and did, or whether to name it after what happened last night, or whether to name it after the exercise I did today.

Up first is Last Night. About 8pm EST, I decided to give my stats a look. I didn’t have anything better to do and I was bored. Now, my blog is less than a month old, so I don’t expect much. I have (had) around 190 followers, which is great. I also average around 100 hits per day. Not bad for a brand new blog that is really about nothing but me. (It’s ALL about ME!!!!) According to the little doohickey at the top of our stat site, my blog was getting tons of hits. I was puzzled. I looked at the bottom, but there weren’t THAT many likes, no more than usual. Same people commenting, no more than usual. So why was my blog hitting the stratosphere?

I decided to check my email. Maybe there was an explanation. Maybe, the SEO Gods had smiled on me, although that seemed silly, considering I write this blog for me without an worry about SEO practices. I opened my email, which is linked to my blog and my Twitter account. I auto tweet all my entries. I think so far, it has garnered me one hit, LOL. BUT, Bolthouse Farms has been reading my blog and following me. When I saw what was in my email, I about died. I could NOT breathe. I turned to Alice and began gasping and pointing at my screen. It took three tries before I could get the words out.

If you are my friend on Facebook, you know what happened. However, most of my readers are not. This is BIG, people. JILLIAN MICHAELS READ MY BLOG AND RETWEETED IT OUT!!!!!!!!

Here it is people:

JillianMichaelsTour ‏@JillianLiveTour 21h

Love this, @hunterswriter! Movin’ on up – you’ll be at 70 pound weights before you know it 😉 a great read!

THEN, she included the link to my blog.

Now, I can never claim in my disclaimer that Jillian Michaels doesn’t know I exist.

Now, onto, what is love? Many people think love is flowers and chocolates and cards and nice dinners out once a year. Not me. I don’t dislike Valentine’s Day, I just celebrate it differently. Mickey and I have a weekday getaway planned for March. Today, we took a HEART healthy walk together (more about that in a minute.) Alice fixed me a protein filled breakfast. It’s the little things.

Mickey proved his love to me three years ago when I had heart surgery. He sat by me constantly. Mickey helped me to the restroom and wiped my fanny when I couldn’t bend or move to do it myself. That is love people. Anyone can buy a few roses and say, “I love you.” Real love is wiping your partner’s bottom, when she can’t do it herself. Mickey gave me sponge baths after I got home. He did every single chore there was to do around the house because i was helpless.

Mickey works a job he doesn’t like. He goes in faithfully and works in 140 degree heat pulling splintery plywood off a conveyer belt. It is hot, sticky, splintery work and Mickey does it so he can provide for me and Alice. Even though, biologically Alice isn’t his and most of the time Alice ignores him. He still does this. He pays the bills, he allows me to plan great vacations and scrimp so we can have them. Everyday, in little ways, Mickey tells me he loves me and it doesn’t involve flowers or cards.

Now, as far as our walk. We went for a pretty intense walk for me, anyways. I downloaded Map My Walk, because a friend swears by it. Off we went. I walked as fast as my short little legs would carry me and I swung my arms the entire time. When I was done, I found that Map My Walk had listed my walk as a leisurely walk. I went with it, but geesh. I was sweating. I was out of breath and panting. I managed almost a mile and still have to get on the bike for a bit. I guess it is because I was walking basically a 23 minute mile. However, I never thought panting and sweating meant leisure!

That is all for today my friends. I hope you all have a lovely weekend and remember, love isn’t just about having a boyfriend, girlfriend, spouse. It’s about being with people you love who understand you and love you back.

Movin’ on Up

The sun is shining. The ice is melting. Georgia will have spring weather next week. We are supposed to have temperatures up in the 70s by Friday, the 21st. I can’t wait. I truly do not care if I ever see snow or ice ever again. Usually, I am not one to complain about the cold. I used to really enjoy cold weather. However, the older I have gotten, the more the cold makes me ache. I do love Spring and Fall. They are probably my favorite seasons. Spring feels so fresh and clean. Everything is being reborn. Fall is crisp and smells like leaves and bonfires and football games. I am anticipating Spring.

It is time for The Fat Girl Next Door to move on up. Today, when I got on my exercise bike, I found the pedaling to be very easy. That has NEVER happened. So, I decided the time has come to move it up a notch. Granted, I was only pedaling at Level 2, although I usually pedal a moderate 14 mph and on certain workouts, a vigorous 17-20 mph. Today, I kicked it up to Level 3 and was able to maintain a vigorous 17 mph for my 16 minute ride. On days I have a date with Jillian Michaels, I only bike 15-16 minutes to ensure I get a 45 minute workout.

I put in the dreaded Jillian Michaels “Ripped in 30” DVD and began the 30 minutes of torture. I really prefer “Body Revolution”, because in Phase One, it truly is a little easier for me. I alternate it with “Ripped in 30” and I only do those workouts every other day. I know Jillian expects everyday, but a friend I greatly admire and respect, told me to wait a full day between anything having to do with weights. On my “off circuit days” I bike at a vigorous mph for 30 minutes and also throw in a walk outdoors.

Today, as I followed along with Jillian, I began to plan my blog. I made a mental grocery list and planned supper for the next two days. I reminded myself to send a message to Mufasa in Germany and have him call me. Then, it hit me. I was more than half way through my usual Week One exercise session. I didn’t feel like I was going to puke. I was sweating, but I wasn’t having to stop the DVD after every circuit to catch my breath and have a drink of water. I wasn’t even thinking, “OH MY GOD, PLEASE SWITCH TO FLOOR EXERCISES BECAUSE I AM GOING TO DIE.”

Then, I realized my weights were above my head like they were supposed to be. I was lunging and lifting without feeling a pull or strain. I had a HUGE moment of pride. Jillian wasn’t kicking my fanny. I was kicking hers. I was DOING this workout. She had NOT defeated me. I glowed at the thought of how the first day, I had collapsed in a soggy heap in the middle of pushups. I had to take a rest break after the FREAKING warm-up. I was always a beat behind Jillian, because I had to use the coffee table to pull myself up off the floor. I had done this! I was officially on my way to being RIPPED IN 30!!!! (years, maybe. If I am not too old then. Can you be ripped at age 76?)

Then, reality crashed in. My moment of pride gave way to a moment of horror. Dear Lord, I have to move up to Week 2. I suppose while I am at it, I had best buy another set of hand weights as well. It is time to move up in weight. I guess the 50 pounders just aren’t cutting it anymore. Ok, ok, I don’t use 50 pounders. I am pretty sure I can’t begin to lift 50 pounds, I use 3 pound weights. I guess I am going to move up to 5 pound weights.

I am still on Phase One of “Body Revolution” and think i will be there quite awhile longer. However, Monday, I move up to Week 2 of “Ripped in 30,” or as I call it, “Jillian gets revenge on me for daring to let my mind wander during one of her workouts.”

Disclaimer: I receive nothing from Jillian Michaels for talking about her or her products. Nothing free, no recognition, no promotions. I bought my “Ripped in 30” at WalMart for 9.99. Ariel brought me “Body Revolution.”

Misery Business

     So, yesterday, try as I may, I could not get a minute to blog. Alice was home sick, and she was at the stage where you feel just well enough to whine and be demanding. I spent my time making milkshakes, baking bread pudding, and preparing food she felt like eating. I also spent time at the crowded grocery store, because I live in Georgia- in the area forecasted to get an inch of ice. Saturday and Sunday, I was walking outside in shorts.Tuesday, I was in the middle of the crowded grocery store. I posted on my Facebook page, I truly went to the store to get a can of reduced sodium Cream of Chicken Soup and I walked out with my soup and a loaf of bread and a gallon of milk. It has to be Southern genetics. Storm=bread+milk. Even though I don’t eat white bread. I eat rye or flatbread or pita.

     At least my stove is gas. Even if we lose power, which I am praying we don’t, no one here will go hungry. We did get a good bit of ice last night and this morning. There seems to be a lull and I hope it stays that way. The thing about being in the middle of an ice storm, is I have the overwhelming urge to bake and cook. Of all the things I can’t do or am not good at doing, cooking is not one of those things. AND, I like to eat my cooking. Luckily, Alice and Mickey devoured the bread pudding, which was made with chocolate chips, custard and croissants. I ate half a cup for dessert. It was amazing.

     Today, I got up and made this for breakfast: http://www.lynnskitchenadventures.com/2013/11/cinnamon-roll-baked-oatmeal.html Cinnamon roll baked oatmeal. People, I do not even like oatmeal and this was delicious. Great for a cold, winter, iced-in day. It tasted decadent and it is HEALTHY!

     So, why is today Misery Business? I have been planning this blog post for awhile. Being fat is miserable. Oh, not only do you have to deal with the fact there are virtually no cute clothes for the heavily overweight, you also have to deal with the snide remarks people make and the looks they give you. No matter what you buy to eat, you are going to get “the look.” You know the one I am talking about. The disdainful one that says, “why are you taking up space and breathing my air, fat person?” Try being a handicapped person with an invisible disease like heart failure. Summer is horrible. I swell, swell, swell in the heat. In order to grocery shop, I have to use the ride- on carts. I get plenty of looks and have heard people say, “If she would get off that cart and walk, she might not be so fat.” Fat-shaming and fat-bullying are alive and well and are the ONLY forms of bullying that seem completely socially acceptable. I even venture to say it is encouraged.

     Additionally, try using the restroom anywhere other than in your own home. Men, you have it a little easier. I have literally (and yes, I am using the word correctly) been almost standing on my head in the WalMart restroom, as I attempt to wipe my behind. Why? Well, I would LOVE to say because my arms are too short. However, I think it is because I have a giant stomach in the way. I have often wondered if I was just going to flip over and land flat on my back in the stall. Head down towards the ground, a$$ in the air, wiping my bottom like I just don’t care.

     I also keep a raw place under my breasts. Not fun at all. Misery Business, actually. Part of it is caused by being fat, the other is caused by being large-breasted. I was a 36DD by 9th grade and I was a size 7. The girls aren’t as perky as they were back then. In fact, I am pretty sure while they aren’t quite friends with my knees yet, they do have a fairly good relationship with my belly button. I wash under them 3x a day with Dial, dry carefully, blow-dry to make sure they are REALLY dry, (Aside, my hair sweats and my breasts get blow-dried.) and apply different remedies. Since I started working out, they are getting worse, due to the sweating. I do clean immediately after exercise. It’s one of those have to get worse, before I get better.

     Even friends can be vicious. I once had a friend tell me after heart surgery that I had “done this to myself.” I was just too heart-sick and tired to tell her that no, I might be fat, and it probably didn’t help, but I have hereditary heart disease. My grandmother, who was a size 4, had a two heart attacks. My uncle who is slightly underweight has CAD and has undergone by-pass. My great-uncle dealt with CHF all his life and finally died from it. My grandfather had PAD, a close cousin to CAD.

     I am changing my lifestyle for ME, though. It just won’t work if you are doing it for others. It has to be for you and for reasons that inspire you. For me, it’s small things. I want to wear a pair of real jeans. I want to ride a real bicycle again, outside. I want to buy a cute sweater and undies from Victoria’s Secret. I want to quit sweating just from climbing a set of stairs. Oh yeah, I want to be able to wipe my fanny in a restroom without having a close, personal relationship with the floor of the stall.

Disclaimer: I received nothing from either WalMart or Victoria’s Secret for mentioning them. I can’t wear ANYTHING from VS at this point, anyway.

 

Celebrate Good Times, Come On

     Well dear readers, it is Monday. For me, Monday is weigh-in day. I was really dreading today’s weigh-in. Because of my CHF, I have to weigh daily, to ensure I am not holding fluid. Any gain of 3-5 pounds overnight and I have to call my doctor. Regardless of what YOU may think, you can’t gain 3-5 pounds of fat overnight. If you show such a weight gain, it is water. Even though I weigh daily, if I see a loss, I still only log what my loss is on each Monday.

     All week long, I have seen a loss of half a pound. While any loss is a loss, I’d still like to see a little more than half a pound. I am aiming for at least 2 pounds per week after all. Now, half a pound is nothing to sneeze at or blow off. There will be weeks when a half a pound is a good thing. Shoot, as I continue on with my new lifestyle (not a diet) there will probably be weeks where I see NO loss. However, this was NOT one of those weeks.

     When I stepped on the scale this morning, I showed a loss of 5.8 pounds. That means in the last month I have lost 17.4 pounds! I now weigh 282.6. This was my best weight-loss week since I started. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I got back on the scale 3 times before I rushed to tell Mickey. Now, for those of you reading who are also changing up the lifestyle and trying to lose weight, please do NOT be discouraged if you are not losing the way I am. You have to remember, I started at 300. This means I am going to have high weight losses for awhile. Then, it will taper off.

     Losing the 5.8 pounds is not my only reason for celebration. Yesterday, I got the kindest, most inspiring comment on my blog. Someone told me they had just discovered my blog, had read the entire thing and found ME inspiring. People, I don’t think I have ever been an inspiration to anyone in my entire life. It made me feel so good. Better than homemade chocolate chip cookies, even. I have spent the last few years thinking of myself as a sick person who no longer had anything much to offer to anyone. I am sure I am not the only one of us who feels this way. I also bet I am not the only one guilty of eating my feelings. The point is, that kind comment gave me another reason to celebrate.

     I want to say, changing my lifestyle is harder than quitting smoking. Quitting smoking is difficult, to say the least. But like my sister, Judy said,  “you don’t have to smoke to live, but you do have to eat.”  I have worked hard for every single one of those 17 pounds. I have let Jillian Michaels kick my fanny until I was panting on the floor and dripping sweat. I don’t mean my body was sweaty. I mean drops of sweat have been dripping off my the tip of my nose and off my hair. You know it’s bad when your hair is sweating. (OK, so it was really my scalp, but having your hair sweat sounds tougher.)

     I also have to change the way I celebrate. For instance, Valentine’s Day is Friday. Mickey and I decided instead of rewarding me with food, like a supper out or a box of candy or anything like that, we are taking a getaway. Just me and Mickey next month at Harrah’s Cherokee Casino. I am looking forward to it. Oh, we will have a nice dinner and we will gamble, but I have a month to prepare and it is life. I actually feel like I am living it, not sitting in my recliner watching it pass me by.

     Because I have so much weight to lose, I am going to reward myself when I hit a milestone. When I hit 50 pounds, I am going to the spa in town and I am going to have an hour long massage, as well as a mani/pedi. When I hit 75, I am going to treat myself to a fancy haircut, color and style. I am also hoping maybe I will need a few extra items of clothing.

     The point is, every single one of us has something we can celebrate daily. Did you have water with a meal instead of soda? Did you exercise even though it was really the very last thing you wanted to do? Did you eat a piece of fruit instead of a cookie or cake? Did you eat a serving of vegetables with your supper? No matter what you have done or haven’t done today, there is something to celebrate. Maybe you were like the sweet lady who commented on my blog and simply said something nice to someone.

     Speaking of something to celebrate, how many of you watch The Walking Dead? I was so happy to see it back on television last night. Love me some zombies and some Rick and some Michonne and ESPECIALLY some Daryl. If you watch, what did you think? I thought parts were a little slow, but I really do enjoy getting to “know” each character. Do you have a favorite character? Alice loves Carl. I even got her a Carl action figure for Christmas. Carl was very inexpensive. Daryl was over 40.00. Needless to say, we don’t have him.

Disclaimer: I have received nothing from the Walking Dead. I just love the show. Again, Jillian Michaels does not know me and I am pretty glad she does not. I receive nothing from using her products except some hair sweat. I also got nothing from Harrah’s. I did get a great deal on our rooms, but that is because I purchased a Groupon.

Never Going to Give You Up

     I really, truly wish I were more familiar with WordPress. If I were, I would insert a video here and laugh and tell you I had Rick Rolled you. Alas, I am not proficient enough with this platform….yet. You have been warned.

     So, yesterday was a pretty big day for me here in the blogging world. Bolthouse Farms, the maker of the yummy, yummy dressing I was telling you about yesterday, read my blog and tweeted me. It takes such small things to make me happy. Speaking of small things, Sundays make me happy. The Walking Dead returns tonight! The weather is beautiful. I am getting better on my walking. Little things that add up to make a very nice day. I am going to have to extend my walking route. What once took me 30 minutes at a brisk pace, now takes me 20 minutes at a moderate pace. I would have extended my walk, but Alice wanted to come home. She is still very tired from attending Winter Jam last night. Because I am a heart patient, Mickey does not like me to walk alone. So, I came home.

     One of the small things I enjoy about Sundays is brunch. There are certain foods, I am never going to give up, so I wait until Sunday and have a nice leisurely brunch. They aren’t big things, in fact my decadent brunch only contained 312 calories. However, some of them are things I don’t think I should have everyday.

     For instance, I dearly love coffee. However, I like my coffee more as a mocha latte. I don’t put sugar in my coffee, but I do “doctor” it up. I enjoy my coffee with a packet of cocoa mix and 4 tablespoons of cinnamon vanilla creamer. Each tablespoon of creamer has 30 calories, so 4 tablespoons has 120 calories. Now, I could have coffee everyday with some stevia and some skim milk and I could probably add half a teaspoon of cinnamon and have a half version of my favorite coffee. I don’t want to do that, though. I would rather drink hot tea (which I also enjoy) with a little honey 6 days of the week and indulge in my favorite coffee drink one day of the week. I sure do sip and savor that cup of coffee. It is like heaven in a mug.

     I also love real butter and bacon. Mmmmmm. So, on Sunday, I put half a teaspoon of butter on my rye bread and toast it. I also cut a piece of bacon in half and fry it up. Before I fry my bacon, I cook my egg in my favorite non-stick skillet and even sprinkle just a teeny bit of salt over it. I would much rather enjoy this breakfast once a week than just give up butter and bacon and mocha lattes. I could sub in turkey bacon and I could use some type of margarine and probably have this breakfast every day. I’d rather have the real thing and not give anything up I want to eat.

     Other things I won’t give up are sour cream and mayonnaise. I have many friends who swear they can substitute plain Greek yogurt for sour cream. I tried it. I truly did. I HATED it. I would rather have no sour cream than plain yogurt on my baked potato or taco. I generally don’t use it now, but every two weeks or so, I will plan a meal where I include one tablespoon of Daisy. I also still make egg salad and chicken salad. I just cut the amount of mayonnaise I use in half or even thirds. It is just not egg salad or chicken salad or tuna salad or potato salad without my Dukes mayonnaise.

     I will substitute on a sandwich, though. I have given up mayonnaise on my sandwiches. I have substituted Kelchner’s Horseradish sauce. It is nice and spicy and takes much less than the serving size of a full teaspoon, which has no calories. It is in the refrigerator section of the grocery store, usually over by the seafood. It is another food with nothing artificial and with no preservatives and I LOVE it. You can find it here: https://www.kelchnershorseradish.com/products/horseradish.html

     Are there any foods you won’t give up? Have you found any great substitutions? Let me hear from you. Tomorrow is weigh-in day and I am hoping for at least a two pound loss.

 

Disclaimer: I have received nothing from Daisy Sour Cream, Dukes Mayonnaise or Kelchner Horseradish sauce. Not even any coupons off their products. They do not know I exist. But Bolthouse Farms does!!!! (Know I exist, they haven’t given me anything for a mention.)

Ain’t Nothing Like the Real Thing, Baby

     I have to admit. I am not the kind of weight-loss person that is going to give up any particular food or group of foods. For those of you that can, I say well done and amazing. But, that is just not me. I don’t want to ever say that I can’t have mashed potatoes or macaroni and cheese. I don’t want to give up fried foods and sugar. Obviously, I am not going to eat them every day. I may not eat them every week. But, I know they are there if I want them.

     Once, in 2012, when Ariel was getting ready to marry Eric, Alice and I went carb free for two weeks in order to lose a few pounds to fit in our dresses. It was a nightmare. Alice gets very cranky without her carbs. At the end of week two, we had both lost quite a few pounds. We’d also lost a few friends. I finally broke down and made Alice some cheesy mashed potatoes. Then, I ate some. Then, I went shopping for just a little larger dress. (Side note: Alice is NOT overweight. She THINKS she is, but she is not. Alice is curvy, but Alice is only a size 9…with a belt.)

     The dress shopping was interesting. I decided to try a pair of Spanx. My good friend Ursula took me shopping. I grabbed the Spanx and began to pull them on. They got halfway up my thighs and started to roll. I grabbed those suckers and yanked and pulled and jumped. They slowly moved up about a quarter of an inch. Sweat was pouring off me, and I kept jumping and tugging and contorting. Ursula finally grabbed my shoulders, looked me in the eye and said “Stop! You’re scaring me!! I’m afraid you’re going to have another heart attack.” That was the very end of me and Spanx. I honestly think My Fitness Pal should include putting on Spanx as a cardio workout.

     But, I digress. I do that a lot. The real thing refers, in THIS case, to food. I just don’t understand giving up REAL food for chemicals. Case in point, butter. Now, butter has a bad rap. I am not advocating that you go out and slather butter on everything, or cook with lots of butter. I am the Fat Girl Next Door, not Mrs.Butterton. Although, one of my most requested dishes used to be my roasted chicken with a pound of butter. But you know what? I am NOT giving you the recipe. It’s utterly delicious and very fattening. However, I am digressing again. It just seems to me that natural butter would be much better for you than whipped and creamy chemicals. I would rather have a small bit of butter on my toast, than a large helping of chemicals. It’s all about moderation people.

     I also don’t understand the fat-free and light salad dressings. Again, chemicals. Even the regular stuff on the shelves is full of chemicals and stabilizers. I have found a dressing I love. It’s Bolthouse Farms Salsa Ranch. It is in the refrigerator section of the grocery store and it is made with buttermilk and yogurt and salsa. Even Alice and Mickey like it. It isn’t fat-free, nor is it calorie free, but 2 tablespoons only have 45 calories and it tastes delicious! Bolthouse has a wide variety of selections and NONE are made with chemicals. They also have Vinaigrettes around 25 calories. You can find all the varieties here: http://www.bolthouse.com/products/dressings

     I have also pretty well given up sodas. Cans and bottles full of chemicals that were probably killing me. That;s because I drank a minimum of 36 sodas a week and honestly, it was more like 42-50. I drank at LEAST 6 a day, if not more. I still have the occasional Ginger Ale, because it settles my stomach and I have really battled nausea this week for some reason.

     Do any of you, dear readers, have a real food you prefer? If so, I would love to hear about it. I am all about hints and tips and ideas. Hope you are all having a great weekend!

 

Disclaimer: I have received nothing from either Bolthouse Farms or any butter company. No money, no free butter, no free dressing, no coupons to save money on butter or dressing, no mention of me on THEIR blogs. Nothing, nada, zip. Oh, and nothing from Spanx either. Not that I could get them on. In fact, if Spanx was aware of me, I would probably just be an embarrassment to the company. Nothing like picturing a fat, sweaty, red-faced, older lady jumping up and down and panting to sell your product.