Fall From Grace

So this past week the unthinkable happened…I ate starch!  Now this may not seem like a big deal but let me explain.  My eating program is very strict…not restrictive…but strict.  There are certain rules that you follow for optimum weight loss, and while you are in the “boot camp” phase you don’t eat any sugar and you don’t eat starch.  To further my sins I ate starch combined with protein, which from a digestion perspective is a huge no.

Here is my story…

I have a couple weeks off and the my kids LOVE going to the ROM…they may get their looks from daddy, but I have cultivated little nerd hearts in both of them.  We decided to do the ROM on one day, stay over and then hit up The Ontario Science Centre the next day.  All was going well until it came time for lunch…the choices at the ROM were not program friendly…so we didn’t eat anything.  This was a big mistake, I should have been prepared for this too happen, but honestly, we have always been able to find something.  By the time dinner came around I was starving, and so was hubby.  We ate a program friendly meal at the Pickle Barrel and then went back to the hotel.

After our family swim everyone was hungry again…we ordered some room service and that is when it happened.  My plain wings had a dusting of flour…it maybe would have been a tablespoon, possibly two.  I was so hungry though that the thought of not eating it only crossed my mind for about 20 seconds.  This was on top of the yogurt and nuts that I had brought with me.

It brought to mind one of the eight pillars of my eating program…being prepared…I had blithely gone along assuming that I could get what I needed, you know what happens when you assume…you go off program.

There is a silver lining to this story, I am much more aware of making sure I have what I need to eat healthy and on time.  It also helped me to realize the progress I have made in my emotional struggles with food.  This would have been enough to derail me completely only a year or even 10 months ago. This time I acknowledged that  it had happened and carried on the next day. Remember that everyday is a chance to do it perfectly, a clean slate to follow the right path.  Don’t let your past dictate poor choices in the future, you are in control!




Half-way There

I hit another milestone recently…I have reached the half-way point in my journey to get healthy, I have lost 55 lbs.  This is a bit of a bitter-sweet moment really.  On one side I am so proud of myself for staying the course and making the big changes in my life.  I have developed self-control and have really started to battle my emotional eating.

On the other hand, I am a little ashamed that this was my reality for so long.  For those that are not gifted in the math department…this still means that I have 55 lbs more to go, and frankly I am not sure that goal will be my end point.

When I started this program I knew I had a huge amount of weight to get rid of and I knew that my eating was really an addiction.  I was binge eating, and hiding it.  I used food to stuff my feelings and I was seeing my health really take a nose dive.  I had reached a point where my eating and health was out of control and I really wasn’t sure if I could picture a reality where that wasn’t the case.

I set the goal so that my weight would be a nice round number that appealed to my anal retentive tendencies, but I don’t really know if that will be my healthy weight…my true goal.

I have been asked when I will stop, and my answer is usually, when I like what I look like or when I finally weigh less than my husband or even getting into a particular size…but the truth is that I don’t really know.  I see myself being in the boot camp phase for weight loss until at least January of 2018.  I will assess where I am going at that point.

One of the great things about my journey is that I have an amazing support system and I am learning more about myself with each goal that I hit.  The other thing is that, had I told myself I would be at this point when I started my journey I would have laughed…so for those that are where I was in January…keep on keeping on.  I am rooting for you!



Judgy McJudgerson

I went clothes shopping last night. I needed some pants that didn’t make me look like I was wearing a saggy diaper.  I got some great clothes, on sale, that I think look really good and should see me through for the next little while.

The store was busy and there were several women also trying on clothes and swimsuits.  I was there with my fashion super team, my mom and my daughter.  We quickly scouted out what I wanted and then looked at tops to match.

While I had a good experience, judging by the comments in the dressing room, others were not.  There were complaints about fit and how they looked and what they wished they could change.  I had three thoughts as I listened to what the other women were saying:

  1. That use to be me, I like it much better now that I am happy with my body, with the progress that I am making.
  2. I hope that my daughter is distracted and not listening to all these women speak so horribly about themselves.
  3. I know a way that then can change their lives, I wish I could share my story with them.

I was commenting to my mom, in the car, about the fit of plus-sized clothing, especially for those above the 1x size and was talking about how I wished I could share my story with the women in the dressing room.  This continued to be something I thought about through the evening and then I stopped for a moment…had I become a Judgy McJudgerson?  Had I morphed into one of those people that expect that everyone eat like I do and look a certain way and just don’t understand how people just can’t take control of their lives?  The thought almost crippled me, had my transformation gone so far that I was transformed into something very ugly on the inside? It was a moment of deep self-reflection, this was not what my getting healthy pledge was about.

Of course, as people ask me about my weight loss (since 54 lbs gone is hard to miss) I share with others what I am doing and how I have been successful.  But to be frank, it was never about the impact this journey had on others, it was always all about me.  After some deep soul searching I came to the conclusion that wanting to share something that has been nothing short of life-changing to people who are openly expressing that they are unhappy isn’t judgy, but I could see it either coming off as that or becoming that, if I am not careful.

It is always my intention to lift others up and encourage, I know too well the sting of words spoken, even with well-meaning intentions.



The Final Frontier

This past week my family and I went camping…I am not what you would call a back-to-nature kind of girl, but I can appreciate a great sunset from the comfort of my lounger in my screened off porch…if you get my meaning.  My family loves to camp though, so each summer we pack up the trailer…tenting was so 2015…and get ready for extreme family bonding.

We explore, go on hikes and encounter wild life…some cute-like the grouse and her chicks, and some that send me screaming at a dead run for the trail head.  My children got to see Mom’s reaction when she saw a snake…bound to build memories to last a life-time.

We also eat camping food…this year that looked a little different…but with the proper planning, it can be done.  Between the s’mores, roasted hot-dogs, fries and other banned items, I can’t say that I wasn’t tempted.  I was craving starches like nobody’s business…but it just wasn’t worth it.  I was feeling energetic and the hiking was soooooooooo much easier this year…I think I even ran faster when I saw the snake.

My journey has really become more then a diet or a program, it has become about the way I want to feel and how I want to live my life.  It has become about playing with my kids and setting a good example for them.  It has become about feeling beautiful in my own skin.  I would never have believed that this would be possible six months ago when I started this journey.  AS I continue I am expecting it to get even better.



Mirror, Mirror On The Wall…

When I started my journey to health I picked a program that is unique in many ways.  One way that it is different is that your goal is not determined by weight or a specific clothing size, but by the mirror test.  “What is that?”, you might ask.  Simply you move on to a maintenance program when you look in the mirror and like what you see.

When you are NAKED!

I honestly never thought that would happen so I picked some small and bigger goals in terms of weight or inches and I am very happy with my progress, but something strange happened this morning.

It was the butt crack of dawn…my normal get-up time…and I was just about to hop into the shower when I fleetingly glanced in the mirror.  I stopped and went back for a second look.  I wasn’t happy with what I saw for a stopping point, but it was dang good for a middle point…I saw the glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. If I can see this at 5:45 in the AM, under the glare of my bathroom lights, then you know I speak truth.


In the day and age where approximately 74% of women hate something about their body and young girls say that they would rather have cancer than be considered fat…this is a HUGE accomplishment.  It is my own little counter-cultural movement.  I won’t be perfect and my stretch marks are in full bloom…fading, but still visible…but perfection is not my goal.  Living healthy, participating in life fully and making my spiritual life richer is my goal…and I will achieve it.



What does 50 lbs mean?

Recently I hit a big milestone in my journey to health…I have lost 50 lbs.  It was the first major goal that I had met and it really gave me a boost of confidence that I was doing the right thing, getting healthier and encouraging me to keep pressing on.  It is not my half way point…55 to 60 lbs is that milestone, but it was definitely a cause for celebration.  I actually have been wanting to blog about it for about a week now, but life has been a little busy.

Last night I had a dream that kind of put my journey into perspective for me.  I was in a house-it was mine, but not the one I live in now-it had a rocking backyard where the kids were playing and  in the disjointed way of dreams I was watching them through a window when I suddenly realized that I had eaten a piece of cake.  I gasped and said “no it has sugar in it,” and then proceeded to binge eat toast and butter.  I woke up thinking, for a moment, that it had actually happened.

What I realized though is that I had been talking about my eating choices with a number of people and with all the treats that come with the end of the school year, several asked if I just couldn’t have a cheat day…so even though I have been doing this for 24 weeks and I have had good success with my journey the answer sadly is still no.

It would put me so off track, but from a bigger picture it would undermine all those other days where I get up and make the choice to eat healthy, get moving and try to be the best version of myself.  I coast along pretty good, then out of nowhere those habits or coping methods of the past rear their ugly head, and I struggle through not hitting the golden arches for a little greasy comfort.

I have realized though that where I thought I had no self-control (that was really an excuse to give into my cravings) I actually have really strong self-control when I am given the right tools. I am by no means doing this thing perfectly…but I will not give up, especially when I have come so far already.



Getting my Groove Back

I had to take a little break from my exercise to help a foot injury heal.  Nothing big, but because it was on my foot it seemed to take forever.  Secretly I was a little happy about this because I had really been busting out and I thought that a little break would be well deserved…the result was a little different then I had expected.

I missed my walking, not the guilty I haven’t done any exercise today kind of missing, but actively craved being able to get up early and go for my half hour walk…colour me shocked!  I didn’t know what do to with this feeling.  If you had told me 6 months ago that I would be really upset by not being able to work out I would have laughed, taken a small water break and then laughed some more.

Here is what happened…I use my walking time to do any number of things, create my to do lists, listen to my crazy mix of country, 80s hair rock, Headly and Bon Jovi (don’t judge…I know some of you have Bieber on your play list).  I work out problems, think about my blog and just generally download my brain.  Things become clearer and I feel energized…it all went away.  I didn’t realize how much I depended on my walk to ground me and just work through things.

Today I got back into my groove and it felt great…now walking might not be your thing, but I encourage you to find out what it is and commit to doing it at least three times a week.  I went through a few things before I hit on what I wanted to do, so don’t get discouraged.  Find your groove.



Taking a Moment

I am a fairly busy person….I work full-time, have two kids and a husband.  I tackle things like cleaning, laundry, groceries and homework-both mine and the kids’-on a regular basis.  We have a busy schedule, mostly manageable, but it is not often that we have a day where we don’t have something going on.

Not complaining here, just framing out the issue for you.  I am blessed to be able to do a job I love and be surrounded by family and friends who love me.  Here is the thing though…I sometimes forget to take a moment.

That moment when you just relax, when I am not mentally checking things off my “To Do” list or getting stuff done around the house, thinking about the next day’s chores or trying to organize childcare…or figuring out vehicles when one needs to go into the shop…just day to day stuff that can heap up.

At the risk of providing you with TMI…I have never been a very “regular” person when it comes to plumbing…my body schedule was way out of wack, and not even the eating program-where I eat a crazy number of fruit and veggies-seemed to be able to get me to a point where I was even once a day.  Then I started to realize that if I took the time to sit down…it would come.

I think that we do that a lot…we put off doing what we know we should because it takes up too much time or we think that taking some time for ourselves is somehow a bad investment…IT IS NOT!  In fact, not taking the time can lead to really unhealthy habits.  I want to encourage you to take the time to take your moment.  Invest some time in figuring out what you have been putting off and create a new habit or routine.



Mood Swings

When you embark on a journey like mine you set some goals, targets you want to hit.  This helps your sense of accomplishment and keeps you on the straight and narrow.  I like to set small goals as well as the ultimate goal so I can celebrate a little along the way.  I reward myself with a new book or a pedicure and then go onto the next goal.

Then there are those things that happen along the way that weren’t part of your goals, but are milestones none-the-less.  Such is the case with the moods in my household.  My husband and I have more energy so we aren’t so rushed or frustrated with the demands on our time.  My body has self-regulated the hormone levels so I am way less moody and better able to handle stress in my life.

One of the big differences was with our kids, they are not following the program, but as we focus on not having processed foods and sugar in our house we have noticed that both of them have changed.  Our son has more energy, he has always been a perky early riser but he is playing outside more and wanting to get up a do things.  My daughter has had significant mood swings since she was little, this was a bit of a concerns as she was approaching her tweens, but we have seen that improve too.  She is less likely to overreact and she has more control over her responses.

None of this was part of the picture that I had when I started this journey, but it has made a significant improvement in our family life and how we interact with each other.  I think that we forget sometimes how what we put into our body doesn’t just impact us physically, but mentally as well.  Not to say that everything is rainbows and unicorn poop in our house, but the changes were an unexpected blessing.



Battle of Attrition

I have passed the honeymoon stage with my journey…you know what I am talking about.  Where you are juggling all the balls and things are going well.  The weight is coming off and you are feeling great, people start to notice that something about you is changing and give you lots of encouraging comments…yeah, that part is over.

I am in the trenches now…I am a little bored with the routine of my food and life has decided to throw some curve balls that have demanded that I deal with them… and not by stuffing a super-sized burger and fries in my face.  I see this as a Battle of Attrition and I will not break.  For those of you who are wondering…what!?!?!?  A Battle of Attrition is a battle where the sole purpose is to break the will of the enemy.  There are lots of examples from history…but I think you get the idea.

The hardest part about this journey has been the changing of my habits…what I do on a daily basis, how I respond to crisis and tweaking my daily routine to have it all work together seamlessly.  Some days I coast and it is all good, some days I feel like I am battling my demons on an hourly basis…and my sword arm is getting a little tired.

Let me be clear, I am not battling my body…we are on good terms…I am battling those deeply ingrained responses that created my unhealthiness to begin with.  Stuffing my emotions, eating my feelings, giving into my urges to hide from conflict, allowing others to determine my self-worth, trying to please everyone and ending up not making any happy..including myself.  Those are the things that I overcome…the eating was just a symptom.

I so miss when I don’t get a chance to blog…I know that my audience is small, but you have been very gracious in your encouragement.  It just makes me more determined to dig in and continue the fight.