You know, I realize that I am by the standards of the world, overweight. The doctors would say that my 5′ 4″ frame at 171 lbs is obese actually. I think all that is BS and I choose to think of it as carrying 20 extra lbs that could and probably should be shed. Hence therein lies my summer goal. Losing 10-20 lbs before the Falmouth Road Race. Now I found a really cool app called Pacer thank you to my co-worker. It auto syncs with my health app on my phone, which by the effing way, auto calculates how far I’ve walked in a day! This is good! I’ve set goals that I’m not off to a remarkably good start at but I’m motivated to progress which is progress in itself. I want to run more and will now that I’m training. It’s just a 7 miler so not much actual “Training” is needed but just the same, I’m in TRAINING. I want to eat better meaning no milk, bread, no sugar, no dry creamer in my coffee in the morning are the sacrifices. Starting this on a holiday weekend was not a good idea. I’ve broken all of it in moderation because that’s how I got fat in the first place, eating everything I wanted to in “moderation” instead of an actual serving size. No sugar, yeah well a half a cupcake and a bunch of Hot Tamale’s in one day killed that. I did well today by not eating life savers all day to control my sugar craving. 4 Keurig containers of Hot Chocolate did nothing for my success either but hey, I didn’t have a second cup of coffee with dry creamer. Is that an even swap? I don’t think so. Missing break is actually helpful because at break we just eat. I mean like 4 snacks at a sitting eating. Holy shit I think I eat snacks for the day in my morning break, so that has to go or change. Eating the same grams in protein as my current body weight seems more challenging than I would like and includes having to log all my food again to see where I’m at. It’s a LOT of protein! I’m struggling there but I’ll figure it out. Increase my water intake without adding Crystal Light has been ok not great, but easily doable. All of this is doable. I started a fitness challenge two weeks ago that didn’t get off on the right start. First I started 6 of them AT THE SAME TIME! not a good idea. So we cut that down to 2 and although I am not really following the on / off schedule of the 30 day challenge, I’m on track with both of them to keep going. I can deal with that. I’m running more because now that the weather is nice I can get outside. I could get outside before but I refuse to go be cold and not every day can I head out and hit the gym.
All of these efforts are coming along except one…. The amount of food I’m eating and the absolute compulsion to finish food on my plate. I didn’t realize it until tonight that I am not only serving myself for two, I’m consuming it all because it’s there….BECAUSE IT’S THERE!!! (Yeah, that guy over there is pretty much me eating anything) Are you kidding me? As I sat eating that delicious and not so good for me Chicken Parm dinner up there (with no-no bread of course) I realized something as I got up to wrap it up. I wanted to put something in my stomach to work out on so I put a modest portion on my plate and yes I took a bun. I thought that I’ll eat half now and finish eating it when I complete my workouts. I felt actual anxiety in the pit of my stomach wrapping up my plate with food still on it! What the hell is that all about? literal butterflies like I would never see that food again. WOW…just wow! Fatter people than me have that problem not me. Well girlie look in the mirror and you’ll see one of those heavier people looking back. Now she isn’t “Fat Brenna” but that girl looking back at you every morning is someone who has a serious compulsion to eat. When you wake up thinking about what is for breakfast, lunch and dinner TOMORROW, you have to get a grip on how you think of food and change it’s meaning. You also need to eat slower and drink water with your food so you take up some of that room and help your food expand in your stomach. Eating slower means feeling fuller closer to the calories that you should stop at. Now that my plate is in the fridge and I’m digested enough to head down for some core work I’m fine. No food twitches going on.
Here are my real objectives for the summer:
- Eat better portions of better food and eat it slower.
- increase water intake
- one snack at snacktime
- small healthy snacks throughout the day
- as much protein up to my current body weight as I can
- as many two a days as I can get in during the week following the goals I set in my new app.
I’ll keep you posted.
My last child is swimming in a sea of his lasts which for him is very exciting. I’ve had several years of lasts as my daughter graduated and moved on to college and then my oldest son who followed suit but they were never THE LAST ONE. There was always more in the younger ones. My last one is reveling in his last Raynwater show, his last Boy Scout Meeting, his last everything. For me, as his mom, this is like eating tacks. Every last is like someone is ripping a piece of me out of my soul and leaving me with what feels like a gaping hole. The happy thing is that he’s going to be living at home while he goes to college so I’ll still see him and he’ll still be hanging around in his messy room that sort of makes me smile through my gritted teeth daily. I feel like I’m all alone dreading all these things that were landmarks to me when I did them. My mom never cried as I left or dreaded my graduation or felt sad as I moved on. My mom is not me. Today as I scrolled through Facebook I came across a post of a woman’s hand holding a paper bag and it caught my eye. I read it even thought it didn’t pertain to me because well………….SQUIRREL!
This is what it read:
Maria Stephanos WCVB
This probably is just a paper lunch bag to you, to me it’s a bag full of years of memories and moments. This is the last school lunch I’ll ever make for my kids. (Yes, I’m a Greek mother and I loved making my kids lunches. When you work at night for their entire lives it’s the little things like this that I think make a difference) My son graduates next week and my daughter is Junior in College. And so begins this part of life. HOW DID IT GO BY SO FAST???? I look forward to what’s next and am filled with love and gratitude that I got to make a million lunches. Every time I walk by a mother holding her child’s hand I just want to stop them and say stop right there and feel your child’s hand and take in this simple moment. Drink it in because before you know it, you will be making your last school lunch. ❤
BOOM! I don’t remember meeting Maria even though I watch her on TV every day but boy did she hit my nail on the head hard! So to the rest of you reading this who might wonder why the fuck am I freaking out? Well, to you he’s just a kid like many others who go through this all the time. To you, he’s James the funny happy video game playing kid who is loved by all. To me, he’s my last everything. He’s my last child and the end of my daily purpose. There’s no more lunches to make after him. My job is over . Every lunch was made with love even the ones I made for his friends. All the lunches I ever made were made for my kids because I love them, never to save money. I am a creature who needs to be needed. What happens now? Who will need me now that they are off to do their lives that no longer need me to help keep them organized? What happens now that I’m watching all these lasts? When I get to that last lunch what then? When you have spent 22 years buried in your kids lives it becomes the thing you know, the only thing you know and the daily habit that life and the world just expects you to break overnight and get over. What if that thing brings you joy and light to your life and thinking about it going away gives you tremendous anxiety and dread. Well that’s me and that’s where I’m at. I feel like I’m going to disappear. I have no choice but to move on because life doesn’t wait around for you but somewhere deep inside where I don’t share with anyone, I’m sad and I feel like a big piece of swiss cheese full of holes. Oh I’ll take pictures and smile, cry and laugh but it’s over and it’s like a wonderful book, a fairy tale and romance novel and action story all rolled up into one that you could never put down. It was so good and will afford me so many stories to tell forever and ever and yes there will be more to come but not like the ones that are just about over. Your kids are only little for a short time. Enjoy it. Let them spill things and cry and splash in the puddles because it eventually comes to a bittersweet end. Make memories with them, tell them daily that you love them and never forget how much joy they have brought you. I love you Katy, John and James!
I’m going to lose my shit, I just am. I’m trying hard to be a “big girl” but honestly it’s just not working! My Wingman and my youngest child James, is graduating High School in a few weeks. Here come the tears. Raynwater wraps up for the last time on Saturday, then James earns his Eagle Scout rank, then it’s prom and then graduation. This is the last time for all of those things! OMG it’s over in as much as it’s a beginning and I’m beginning to get choked up everywhere I go. During runs, in the car, sitting here typing, in the shower, it doesn’t matter where. I feel like I want one more year, just one! I want to scream like Ren at the train for life to slow down because I can’t keep up and part of me just doesn’t want to. I think of what’s to come and I worry that it will be entirely too empty. What now? Yesterday I went to James All Scholastic Awards where he was honored for Wrestling and got to meet Jerod Mayo the former New England Patriots linebacker who gave an unbelievable speech to the kids.
We’ve started on the first of the lasts and I am feeling sad. Last Raynwater show, next it’s his Eagle Scout pinning then it’s his last prom and then he graduates from High School. I wish I were a stronger person but I am not. I feel as though I’m on a train racing to lonliness and I really don’t want to live there. If I could keep my kids here forever I really would but sadly I can’t and wouldn’t ever rob them of their moments and their time. The quiet of my house is worse than any horror movie I’ve ever seen and it’s getting louder every day. The up side to my fear of being alone / not needed is that I see things in my kids that tell me it will be ok. Hearing and seeing them is like taking an ibuprofen for a headache….it makes it go away and I’m ok. Watching James do all these things makes me so proud. He’s found himself and is on his way to his life in his way and on his terms. Amazing!
So as I feel sad I feel happy. These feelings driven by this fear is necessary and needed in my life. It’s good to learn to cope with change. It’s good to fear and overcome. It’s good to find happiness and joy in sadness. it’ helps us grow and makes us stronger and better people. It makes me run faster actually LOL. I will be fine once it’s all over and I’ve adjusted to the new normal. What will I do with myself? What will I do with my new relationship oppty with my husband? What things can I now do for me that I couldn’t before? These are exciting questions that I will begin exploring in my new normal. It’s kind of exciting.
This 30 degree morning shit has to go! You know what else has to go? My lazy ass “I don’t want to go out in the cold” attitude! A year ago I was out in 30 degrees and also in 25 degrees without thinking twice about it. These days I just don’t want to do it and in fact I’ll go two days with no workout over just layering up and heading out. Boy my workout routine is back to 0 so it’s at the starting block again because I got lazy. That to me is UNACCEPTABLE.
What’s UNACCEPTABLE is also the weather! Where in the hell is Spring anyway? Usually by now mornings are at least pushing 45-50 which is way better than 33 or below. I’m not sure what the heck Mother Nature is thinking but we’re all done with her little temper tantrum freezing spring episode. The crocus are horrified, I’m freezing and I’ve found 20lbs that I had lost. I watch my husband who has had a burst of energy to stay fit doing his 100 pushup a day challenge and I know I’d struggle right now to do more than 10. I might have even slipped back to the realm of girlie pushups from my knees.
Learning to cut what I’m eating again is also UNACCEPTABLE. With fewer workouts, the amount of calories I can consume is much less but my brain is still on the “it’s ok to take a bite here and a bite bite there” mentality from the days of working out every single day for like 45 days without a rest day. I need to get back to that and I will soon enough because I’m hell bent on getting there. I feel like I should be wearing this hoodie around until I get back to where I want to be! I love @RealBluntBlonde ! Sometimes crass but always funny as hell and pretty much says what we’re all thinking as we strive for tight butt cheeks! You can actually buy this shirt at the Chubby Girl Fitness Store HERE.
Although I am bitching about this over resting, my body probably is appreciating it. In the last 7 years I’ve really hit the workout scene hard. It’s helped me physically cope with some pretty fucked up shitty stressful moments. It’s helped me mentally work through things. It’s helped me plug myself back into society. It’s helped me find good friends and most of all it’s helped me find me. That is ACCEPTABLE because I spent a really long time lost and nearly let it all just have me. My body absorbed so much stress and took such a beating that as fat as I’m feeling right now and as gross as I look compared to the much fitter me a year or so ago, my body is getting rest. I’m 48 soon to be 49 years old. My head feels 25 but I know my body can’t be treated the way my mind feels. Not exactly anyway. It needs to be rested more and stressed hard less. I know this down time is good for me. Maybe God made winter awful this year to help me rest. I’d like to think that’s what it is even if it isn’t. I just miss going at it every day but I’ll get back there soon.
So now I’ve seen a cardiologist and had an ultrasound of my guts. As it turns out, it’s not my heart which I knew and apparently I have gall stones which they don’t do anything for unless they act up. So unless my little pain issue comes back, I’m all done seeing specialists and having tests. I pretty much figured this was how it was going to end up anyway but better to be sure than sorry right? So it’s back to working out better and more for me. Priority one is some mad core work because I haven’t put any time in on that at all in the last month. I can feel it when I’m running and I don’t like it. This stupid winter has killed me in terms of running and working out but even though its snowing now, I got a run in this morning and hopefully that will be the beginning of a kicking spring if ever it shows up. With the all clear I head out looking for a better me for the rest of 2018.
Once they get their hands on you they make like you’re a pin cushion. I went to the Dr’s because of my little chest pain incident because they insisted on it. They hooked me up to an EKG which took longer to set up than to do the test itself. The doctor did not like the time between functions of each of the four sections of my heart. Now I have to go for a cardiac consult and an abdominal ultrasound to look at my hernia and gall bladder to determine if either one is the cause of this weird thing that’s happened only 3 times now in like 10 years. The cardiac consult will determine if I need a monitor for 48 hours or for 30 days. I’d rather 48 hours because if I show up at my mothers house all strapped up it will be chaos for nothing. I don’t think even a 30 day monitor is going to be any good since it’s like 3 years between incidents. I feel like at the end of all this testing that they are going to just say “well we don’t know what the issue is so call us if it happens again.” All this time off work to go for testing will be for nothing too. So what did I do Friday after she laid all this on me? Went for a 3 mile run keeping my splits between 9:45 and 9:55. See! I’m fine and it’s nothing but one of those unexplainable things in life like why the wind sometimes abruptly changes directions or something like that. It’ll probably remain a mystery that I’ll die without an answer for. I eat healthy, exercise regularly, get plenty of rest, drink lots of water and am in pretty good health for an almost 49 year old. I’ll be surprised if anything comes of all of this but here’s to hoping someone sees something that will put the questions and worry in everyone’s heads to rest. Till I find out either way, I’m running and working out as always.
Tonight I should be working on Abs but I’m not. I’m not because I’m aprehensive to do so. Why am I aprehensive? I’ll tell you. About 10 years ago I was using our Ab-Doer fitness device and I believe I injured myself. I did a very vigorous ab workout on this piece of equipment that night and immediately afterwards I broke out in a profuse sweat. I got terrible chest pain across the front of my shoulders and down my arms and it clearly felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. I thought I was having a heart attack but when it subsided after 20 or 30 minutes I passed it off as too hard of a workout. It didn’t happen again until a few years ago and I forget what triggered it. I don’t think it was a workout but I don’t remember for sure. The same symptoms and pain and timeframe ensued and then I was fine just like the initial incident. Today I was standing in my bathroom and leaned to the right to take something out of the linen closet and it happened again. Pain, sweating and 20 minutes of waiting for it to end. My daughter saw me and asked if I was alright. I assured her that I was and that it would go away in about 10 minutes. She told me that if it wasn’t gone in an hour she was taking me to the hospital. I wasn’t worried enough to believe it would be that long but I did text my bosses to let them know I would most likely be late because of the issue. As I expected, it subsided in around 20 minutes and off to work I went. Well, as it turns out my daughter who goes to college where my husband works happen to run into him and proceeded to tell him that I had an issue earlier. He reached out to me and proceeded to corral me to a decision that I probably should have made anyway since this is not the first time I have had this issue. He told me that he knows lots of people, all of which in fact have diaphragms and none of which have ever had or heard of this issue before. When I told him what i thought it stemmed from he asked how I was sure it was that. Now I’m not sure it is but there can’t be any other answer. I believe I tore or strained my diaphragm that night so long ago but the fact that it only happens occasionally and not during workouts is puzzling to me. Now many things in life are puzzling even though the when and how seem so easy to understand. Anyway, my husband insisted that I discuss it with my doctor when I go back to talk to her about my thyroid levels which are another long time issue that unlike this one have not been just my thing to deal with. I was on Levothyroxin for a while but I don’t like being on medication unless I have to so we’ll decide what to do in June when I talk to her. I felt guilty blowing it off so I called the doctor to add the issue I had today to the other issue we would be talking about in June and the nurse put me on hold. She came back and told me that June was too long to wait on this and that the doctor wanted to see me this week. So now I have an appt in a few days to explore what the issue is. I know it’s not my heart so that’s good and it most likely is nothing that is dangerous enough to kill me by any stretch. Could it be something that needs surgery? Sure. I did what everyone does when the doctor wants to see you and I googled it. I stopped that right quick because you know how that goes right? All of a sudden you’re dying and your imagination is running away with you. We’ll see what she says Friday. We’ll also have to probably address the hernia I acquired when my kids were born which is just above my belly button. It’s this little knob but who knows whether or not it’s related. I’m not even positive that I got it when the kids were born. Maybe i just think that’s when it showed up but it really showed up as a result of the initial injury. It’s all melting together into a big mystery to be solved.
So there you have it, my real reason for not doing abs tonight. I am nervous to aggrivate the problem so close to an “incident” so I’m taking a day off and maybe two or three until the doctor sees me. I’m going to behave because my daughter is nervous and my husband thinks I need to take care of it. My reason is that what if its something that needs to be taken care of before it gets worse. What if i didn’t make the appointment and something bad happened. How would I feel then? I’d feel like a shit that’s what so I’m doing the right thing because if it were my family I would be insisting they go see the doctor too. You have to take care of you so running and biking it is this week until the good doctor gives me an answer. Till then….