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Week Eleven, and Nothing to Say

The best thing about this post is that I really have nothing to say.

I am doing good. I’m finding my groove and I feel like I’m winning this battle.

This week wasn’t any harder than usual but it wasn’t easier. It was just another week, and frankly, that feels pretty good.

I don’t recall ever really feeling this in control before. If I forget to eat, or miss my vitamins or don’t finish all my water, I no longer feel a sense of defeat. I don’t feel like spending the rest of the day eating cookies and drinking pop. The desire to just pack it in and give up seems to have left me. I hope it stays away.

The week of nothing. Best week ever.

Week Eleven gave me these things:

~ More inches gone, and 3.5 more pounds have hit the road.

~ 3 people joined my team of Losers and I’m so excited to help them on their journey.

~ I found a new place to meet my friends for lunch, and for anyone that is trying to cut out sugar and bad fats knows, that is hard to find. Who knew Safeway & their fancy new salad bar and eating area would become my new hot spot? Lunch date anyone?

~ I tried some new Ideal Protein products this week and have found a new fave. Mushroom and Parmesan Couscous Risotto is delish, and is a perfect addition to my big lunch salad.

~ I had to buy new underwear, cause mine were falling off. Big ol’ panties that slide down under your butt when you walk, is not a good thing.  🙂

 

 

  • CONSIDERING JOINING ME ON IDEAL PROTEIN?  There’s still lots of room on my team. I have an excellent coach & team The Medicine Shoppe in Sherwood Park. They’ve graciously made an offer for all of my friends that want to join me in this adventure. If you let them know that you read this blog and want to join my Dream Team of Losers, they’ll take 50% off of your registration costs. If you want more info, send me a message. Or reach out to the Coach here.

Week 10: Are you on my team or not?

This has been a hard week. But not hard for me per-say, but hard for everyone else.

It’s taken 2.5 months, but people’s opinions and worries and ideas about me following this plan have reared their ugly heads. I am doing just fine, but the people around me are not. THAT is what makes being on a diet or following a health plan difficult, the people around the person trying.

Let me make something very clear. If you are trying to lose weight by eating healthy and going to the gym, it’s no easy task. If you choose to take herbal supplements and shakes, it’s still very hard. If you choose the surgical route to lose weight, it’s not a cop-out nor does the weight just fall off.  If you choose to follow the plan that I’m on, it is not easy. This is work, it is REALLY hard work.

Changing every single thing about yourself and being cognizant of every piece of food that goes into your mouth, is not easy. Readjusting your social life so it fits into your plan and your new way of thinking is not fun as everyone is mad that you can’t go out like you used to. Putting yourself first instead of friends and family is crazy hard, and someone almost always feels hurt or left out. Staying on track and not just giving in when your goal seems so far away, is incredibly hard on the heart and the brain.

Losing weight and getting healthy is NO JOKE people. It is stinking hard. Food is about so much more than sustenance, it is social, it is the thing that brings families together and unites different groups of people. And that is the first thing that we have to readjust or give up. Food.

No matter how someone chooses to change their lives, someone else is always going to question it. Someone is always going to say that it’s unhealthy, or that they’re cheating by using special products or they just sit there in judgement waiting for them to fail. It’s so NOT okay and it does nothing but make this already incredibly difficult journey even harder.

Funny thing is, no one was all that vocal or concerned when I was just fat and unhealthy, but now they’ve got something to say. Now that I’m eating healthier than I ever have, now that I’m focusing on myself, now that I’m actually feeling better than I have in years, people are yip-yapping all over the place.

If you’re truly concerned about your “friend” and the plan they’re on, ask some questions and stop making assumptions. Ask them if they need help, or want to go for a walk, or just need to vent and talk about how they’re feeling. Most importantly, be proud of them, be supportive and just be present.

And please recognize that BIG changes take BIG changes. You may not fully understand what I’m going through, and that’s totally fine. But please understand that I have to change everything to make things better going forward. I’m very overweight, very unhealthy and just drinking less juice isn’t going to change a darned thing in my life. I have to take the hard way to reach my goals and if you’re on my team, you need to accept that and love me through it. If you can’t, you’re really not on my team.

The majority of the people on a diet are struggling. They’ve come to the end of themselves and are standing at the base of an incredibly high mountain. They need support and love, not more judgement and belittlement. It is going to take a lot of time, a lot of perseverance and a lot of work to get to the top of that mountain.

As their friend, either push, pull or get out of the way.

Week 10 brought me this: A tonne of gossip, a severe sinus infection, a crazy allergic reaction and a loss of 5.5 lbs. It has been a very colourful and interesting week. LOL. BUT I am still winning so BOOM.

 

  • CONSIDERING JOINING ME ON IDEAL PROTEIN?  I could really use a weight loss buddy.  I have an excellent coach & team The Medicine Shoppe in Sherwood Park. They’ve graciously made an offer for all of my friends that want to join me in this adventure. If you let them know that you read this blog and want to join my Dream Team of Losers (yes, I’ve given my little group a name), they’ll take 50% off of your registration costs. If you want more info, send me a message. Or reach out to the Coach here.

 

Week Nine: Hard to look ahead when you have No Vision

This week has been a very interesting one for me. As usual, I’m still struggling with eating enough and have missed a few meals this week. I really truly have no idea how I do it, I get busy and then forget to eat. My intentions are good but my ability to follow through totally sucks.

BUT, I’m still trying and I’m still going. My coach is a very helpful and encouraging voice and he always reminds me why I’m doing this. It truly is an awesome thing knowing that someone has your back and wants you to succeed. I also need someone giving me heck and calling me out on my lack of focus, which he does. So going into week ten, my goal is to not get myself in trouble, which means I have to eat, properly and on time. (Why is this so stinking hard for me anyways????). I know I can do this. Right??

What made this week interesting though was the “Make a Vision Board” party I attended. Which is where I realized that I have no vision for myself. I don’t know what I want, I don’t know what I like and I don’t know where I’m going. It truly was the weirdest thing. I was surrounded by people that had a plan or an idea of what they wanted, and then there was me. Who the heck am I and where exactly am I going?

I think I used to be fun, but at some point, things changed. I played ringette for years, and I was pretty good. I coached ringette and played softball. I liked to travel, I loved going out and being social. I went for walks, enjoyed going to the movies and concerts. But now, I have no desire to really do anything. I have zero sense of adventure, almost to the point where trying new things is more scary than appealing. I’ve become a creature of habit and do the exact same things over and over, and I’ve pretty much been okay with that, but maybe now it’s time for me to change that.

I became a Mom, I got sick,and then I was given the gift of chronic pain. I was the fat girl, who’s only real goal was to get skinny. It was the most obvious thing to make a resolution about, or to try and change because well, that’s what fat people should do. Get skinny. The other parts of me completely went away, and I became something new. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t feel deprived or like I’m missing out on anything, because I don’t. I love my life, my kids and my husband. But I think I’ve become too okay with just being content and blah. I need to have goals that are bigger than losing weight and stop eating sugar. I need to want more. I need to do more.

Which brings me to my vision board. It’s a work in progress, but I managed to kinda sorta make something. I found things I love, like rainbows, and some great quotes. I found some things that I need to work on, such as putting down my phone and remembering that I’m stronger than I think. I also found a pic of vegetables and the word protein because well, that’s pretty self-explanatory. It’s not really a vision persay, but it’s a jumping off point. I need to find myself again.

 

 

I am a most excellent mother, a good friend and a decent wife. But I’m more than that, I just need to figure out what that looks like. It began 9 weeks ago, but I’m starting to get glimpses of the new me. A bit smaller, a lot healthier and on my way.

Week Nine has been about gifts, and this is what it gave me:

A glimpse into my future and a little bit of vision.

A great knock-off version of my beloved Iced Capp that I created with my Ideal Protein cappuccino Shake, a schwack of ice and some coffee. It’s not the same, because seriously, how does one improve on the perfection that is Tim Hortons, but it is filling a void.

I left my house, put on socks, wore some community shoes and joined a fun ladies bowling team. I am now a QueenPin that has absolutely zero bowling skills, and a really nice bowling shirt.

And pants that are a size smaller. Yes, I bought new pants.  🙂

 

  • CONSIDERING JOINING ME ON IDEAL PROTEIN?  I could really use a weight loss buddy.  I have an excellent coach & team The Medicine Shoppe in Sherwood Park. They’ve graciously made an offer for all of my friends that want to join me in this adventure. If you let them know that you read this blog and want to join my Dream Team of Losers (yes, I’ve given my little group a name), they’ll take 50% off of your registration costs. If you want more info, send me a message. Or reach out to the Coach here.

Week Eight and Losing Faith

This has been a really discouraging week for me.

I allowed myself to focus on the numbers on the scale as opposed to measuring my success by the way I felt. I’ve never really cared about what I weighed or what I looked like, but now all of the sudden, I was focusing on that. The size of my jeans is effecting the state of mind.

When I look at how far I need to go to get to a healthy weight, it’s terrifying, and frankly, how in the heck is this going to even happen? And how long will it actually take? And am I totally setting myself to fail at this for the gazillionith time? Will my outside ever match my inside? Can I do this?

In my head, I know that the changes and the improvements that I’m feeling are massive, but why are they falling to the wayside? Why am I thinking about number of pounds lost as opposed to how little pain I am in now? How have I forgotten about my how much clearer my head is and how much better I feel in general? How does something that I’ve never really cared all that much about have this much power in my head? Why does this need to happen?

It took me almost 45 years to get to the place I am, and even though part of me knows that my world can’t change overnight, I still want that. I want to be able to look in the mirror and see that I am done. I want to be able to eat whatever I want, wear whatever I want and not have to constantly think about all of the ways I’ve screwed up or how I’ve failed. I want to just be a normal person that no one looks at and judges because of the size I am or the foods that I’m putting in my mouth. I want to not be where I am physically. I want to think about something else.

This is a horrible place to be. A stinking, rotten, mind messing up, place to be.

At least it was. Thankfully, I managed to wake up and after about 5 days of nonsense, I remembered what I’m really working towards. It’s not about a size. It’s not about a reflection in a mirror. And it most certainly isn’t about a number on a scale.

It’s about life. And not living the one that I’ve been trapped in for the last few years. It’s about fixing something that I’ve broken. And obviously, I’ve got to start working on my brain and reminding it of what this is truly about.

It’s not about skinny. It’s about losing myself and finding me. In spite of the numbers.

Week Eight gave me this:

5 days of mental torment and disbelief.

A reminder of why I’m doing this and where I’m going.

And leggings. I wore leggings in public, which I’m still not convinced is the right choice for a fat girl, but it was either that or the super large lumberjack pants. No one laughed at me, so I’m calling that a win.

No weigh-in this week though as I picked up the plague from one of the 7, and am languishing on the couch with throat drops and Advil which frankly, I’m looking at as a gift. This was not the week to step on a scale.

As I move forward, I acknowledge that I don’t have to be strong and perfect all the time. Instead, I need to just be okay. And happy. And kind to myself. The rest of it is just cake. Or at least one day, it will be.  🙂

 

 

  • WANT TO JOIN ME? I have an excellent coach & team The Medicine Shoppe in Sherwood Park. They’re very encouraging, very supportive and have lots of great ideas and advice to share, and I could use a weight loss buddy. They’ve graciously made an offer for all of my friends that want to join me in this adventure. If you let them know that you read this blog and want to join my Dream Team of Losers (yes, I’ve given my little group a name), they’ll take 50% off of your registration costs. If you want more info, send me a message. Or reach out to the Coach here.

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Week Seven. I’m such a Loser.

At the end of Week Seven, I felt really good. Like really good. Which is still such a weird and foreign feeling for me. Not being in constant pain and feeling like I’m on death’s door is something that I’m REALLY not missing. I’m getting my energy back and I no longer need to sit and rest throughout the day. Momming has become so much easier, and man alive, I am so very thankful for that. Seven children is a lot of work and I finally feel like I’m waking up enough to do all that I need to do.

I’m slowly making new habits, and getting into a nice rhythm. I’ve changed up the way I eat some things, and moved some foods around, and it works so much better. I love that Ideal Protein makes it easy for me to do that, and that I don’t EVER feel like I’m starving. I feel more or less satisfied and always full.

I won’t lie and say that I’m not missing a few of the things that I’ve given up because that would be a downright lie. I want an Iced Capp and some buttered toast more than anything else in the world. And maybe some cupcake frosting. And come on Starbucks, did you really have to release a limited edition Unicorn Frappucino right now? Really? Apparently I have a carb problem.:)

I really want these things, but frankly, I’ve eaten enough of all of them over the past many years, so I can wait another 9 months. I’d love to say that I could just eat one and be done with it, but I can’t. I’m fairly convinced that I’m like an addict, a sugary-carby addict and I have to say No. My mind and my body need me to continue on this healthier thinking and living path. I need to do this for me. And maybe, just maybe in 9 months, I won’t want them quite so badly. Crossing my fingers anyways.

Week Seven and here’s my updated results. To date, I’ve lost:

20.6 lbs & 10″

My BMI has gone done 3 points, my body fat has gone down 2%, and my blood pressure has dropped more than 10 points. My blood sugars are stable, and my inflammation levels continue to come down.

I’ve lost more weight before, but this time, my body is changing way quicker. I look and feel so much different. It’s kinda cool.

So without question, I’m doing great. I’m not just losing weight but I’m getting better. I need to be better more than I need to be skinny, but I am enjoying the losing weight “side effect”. LOL.

Now to buy more pants and underwear, cause baggy underwear is NOT a good thing.

 

 

  • JOIN ME.  As always, I’m SO thankful for my coach, Suhas and his team at The Medicine Shoppe in Sherwood Park. They’re very encouraging, very supportive and have lots of great ideas and advice to share. They’ve also graciously made an offer for all of my friends that want to join me in this adventure. If you let them know that you read this blog and want to join my Dream Team of Losers (yes, I’ve given my little group a name), they’ll take 50% off of your registration costs. I’d LOVE to have some company and a listening ear for the not so good days that I’m sure will eventually show up. If you want more info, send me a message. Or reach out to the Coach here.

Week Six and Not enough Lettuce on the Mountain

Week Six started with me not getting weighed in at the completion of Week Five. In hindsight, I should have made time for my weekly check-in & reminder to take care of myself. Apparently, I need to hear those words repeatedly because I still suck at it.

I was so proud of myself this trip because I pre-planned every meal for my family. Right down to the condiments and seasonings. I have never been that organized and prepared for a vacation before and I was looking forward to everything going smoothly. And it did, until we sat down to eat supper and I realized that I couldn’t eat the food I’d prepared.

I’d actually forgotten to plan for myself.

By the middle of the week, I’d run out of fresh veggies and started my usual pattern of non-eating. I drank a lot of water, ate my protein packs and lean protein. And then I had a burger. With a bun.

I fessed up to my coach, and his response was, “Could you have just not eaten the bun”?

Why, yes, yes I could’ve done that. But I didn’t. In all honesty, it didn’t even cross my mind to not eat the bun. It was a good bun, which I’m now craving. Which is a problem.

The crazy thing about all of this is that I don’t feel deprived or that I’m missing out on anything. I don’t feel all woe is me or sad about the decisions that I’ve made to follow this plan. I don’t really want and most certainly don’t need the things I’ve given up. My fight is against old habits, and automatic reactions and motions that my brain and body just seem to do on their own.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gone through a drive-through with my family and ordered myself something, only to throw it away once it’s in my hands. I’ve bought myself a drink, only to remember that I shouldn’t be drinking it once the straw is in my mouth. Or the burger that I’m about to eat while we drive to yet another appointment. It’s just another weird thing that I’m slowly working though. Old habits really, truly die hard. I am happy to report though that not a single drop of Tim Hortons Iced Capp goodness has actually crossed my lips in over 6 weeks, even though I’ve ordered a few. LOL.

My week on the side of a mountain was wonderful but I’m home now and all is right in my world. I’m back on track. I’ve got a fridge full of veggies and had my weekly reprimand and encouragement. It’s nice knowing that even though I didn’t do all that I needed to do, I’m still okay and I can still keep going. There’s a really nice peace in that.

No guilt and no regrets. Just another reminder that I need to think of myself sometimes. Not always first, but at least in the list somewhere.

That’s my challenge this week. Figure out how to be a Mom to Many without throwing myself to the bottom of the pile while I lift them up. This is going to be hard. But doable right?

Week Six brought me these gifts:

~ I lost almost 6 pounds.

~ The realization that I need new pants because I’m starting to look like I borrowed all mine from a very large lumberjack.

~ A great week with my family. Hamburger bun and all. I am blessed.

 

 

  • PLEASE JOIN ME. I can always use a buddy that’s in this with me. I’ve got an excellent coach in Suhas and his team at The Medicine Shoppe in Sherwood Park. They’re very encouraging, very supportive and have lots of great ideas and advice to share. They’ve also graciously made an offer for all of my friends that want to join me in this adventure. If you let them know that you read this blog and want to join my Dream Team of Losers, they’ll take 50% off of your registration costs. If you want more info, send me a message. Or reach out to the Coach here.

 

 

Week Five. Ankles & Impossibilities

After being in 2 car accidents within 6 months, I was diagnosed with Trauma-Induced Fibromyalgia 2 years ago. Since then, I’ve been swollen, inflamed and in pain. My hands, my wrist and my ankles have been constantly “puffy” for lack of a better word. It has sucked.

But since I’ve started Ideal Protein, the swelling and the pain have decreased dramatically. Dramatically. And now, I have ankles. I guess they were always there, but I can now see them and they’re just not a swollen mass at the bottom of my leg.

It’s not a big deal, but it’s something. It’s a reminder that I’m actually getting somewhere and that I’m getting better. These past 2 weeks have been hard, so looking down and seeing my ankle is exactly what I needed to see.

I made a commitment to follow this plan and make this my year, and I still mean it. I also know, without a doubt that I will finish what I’ve started. But this week, it’s been hard remembering that.

This has been a week of me seeing this massive goal that I’ve set for myself, and I’ve questioned my ability to power through it. And if I’m actually insane to think that it’s even possible. Is it actually an impossible task?

I’ve been overweight my entire life and unhealthy for almost as long, so it’s really hard for me to imagine myself as anything other than who I am now. It’s hard to envision something and stay focused on it when you’ve never seen or felt it before. I’m reaching for something that has never existed in my world. It’s a strange feeling.

I’m at the beginning of a seemingly impossible and ridiculously hard journey, but I’m still on it. I’m still going. And in spite of all my messed up and crazy thinking, I have ankles. That is good enough. For now.

Week Five Wrap-Up:

  • I’ve got no results to share with you as I went on vacation instead of getting weighed-in. 🙂
  • Swelling is still going down.
  • Almost everyone is now commenting that I look better. Not skinnier, but better. Which I like.
  • I haven’t quit. I haven’t given up. I am still here.
  • Impossible? We shall see.

 

 

  • PLEASE JOIN ME. I can always use a buddy that’s in this with me. I’ve got an excellent coach in Suhas and his team at The Medicine Shoppe in Sherwood Park. They’re very encouraging, very supportive and have lots of great ideas and advice to share. They’ve also graciously made an offer for all of my friends that want to join me in this adventure. If you let them know that you read this blog and want to join my Dream Team of Losers (yes, I’ve given my little group a name), they’ll take 50% off of your registration costs. If you want more info, send me a message. Or reach out to the Coach here.