As I'm sitting here pondering my upcoming vacation over a grilled chicken (no mayo) sandwich and side salad, I am starting to panic. It may be trivial, or downright idiotic, but I'm freaking about my upcoming vacation.
It should be a relaxing time, right?! I mean, it's vacation! How could I be stressing, you ask?
A while ago, my husband and I decided to take a trip. Being the hockey fan I am, I/we (mainly I) chose to take a summer road trip to Toronto, while stopping in Niagara Falls on our way home for a night.
As a born and raised US citizen, that poses a slight problem: US cell phone service + Canada = Insane International Roaming Charges.
Insane Roaming Charges = No Data, just limited phone calls/text messages
No Data = No Food Tracking on My Fitness Pal
See my issue?
I'm not the greatest eater when I don't track. It's on. That's really all I can say. I eat everything in sight, thinking one day won't hurt. One day turns into a "week off," and on and on, until in no time I've gained 10 pounds. That's what happened the last time I took a "break."
I know it may sound slightly crazy, and yes, I probably am worrying more than I should've, but it's a concern, as I've been off the wagon before. I know how hard it was to get back on.
Tracking is a fabulous habit to have. It's been proven keeping some sort of food journal holds you accountable. It's helped me lose what I have. I can't do it without tracking anymore, therefore this will be tough. Tracking is second nature to me.
Say a prayer. It is vacation, and I know this is a life-long journey. A week won't kill me right? I just have to accept the "feedback" and move on.
I'll report back in a few days!
This is me: random, raw, & true. I chose to write about my journey through weight loss as a way to reflect & help keep me accountable. As of July 24, 2013, I hit my goal of losing 100 lbs, putting me in my Healthy Weight Range after 3 years & 3 months of important lifestyle changes, while maintaining my loss for two years. My goal is to healthy (not skinny) so that I can live my life to the fullest with those I love. I hope this can encourage others, as this ride truly is worth it.
Friday, July 13, 2012
Monday, July 2, 2012
Thinking Heavier
First of all, I’m keeping my fingers crossed, but I believe I can finally say (by hopefully not jinxing myself) that the plateau has broken! I’m back to the 75 lbs down total with 5 pounds more to go before my vacation goal at the end of the month! I’ve also had several ladies at work notice I’ve lost more weight, too. :)
As I’ve stated before in previous blogs, with weight loss, everything shrinks. Well…almost everything.
My hips, waist, thighs, etc, are all instances where I’ve lost weight, but I’ve also lost in more peculiar places. (Example: ankles, calves, neck, ring finger, and so on.) Unfortunately, the only thing that hasn’t shrunk is my thinking.
It’s hard to explain, but when I am out shopping, browsing aisles of clothing, or thinking of an activity to do with your friends, I still think with “limitations.” I still think I’m 75 lbs heavier, and in no way would I think that I could squeeze into that dress or go kayaking, for instance. I can move more, as well as move easier. Whether I’m running up more flights of stairs without getting winded, or running around the backyard with my niece and nephew, I can keep up. I can certainly hold my own now. But it’s more than that.
I get frustrated sometimes, as I still haven’t hit that “comfort zone” while branching out and trying new things. It may just be my natural shyness, but it’s a little rough when I want to push myself. This doesn’t just come to clothes or feeling better about myself in a dressing room mirror, or when out with friends; I’ve always dreamed of ziplining or doing other things that I couldn’t do 75 lbs ago. But it’s disheartening when the first place my mind ventures to is: ‘There’s no way you could do that. Not at your weight or size.”
I automatically think 75 lbs heavier. I reach for the XL, when I just need a Medium. I discount myself when I have the opportunity to zipline. I’m still worried about walking around all day in our “vacation” city, when my knees and feet can handle it just fine now with no problems.
It’s all about mentality, but I’m afraid my mind hasn’t caught up with my body yet. I’m not complaining, as I’ve put in the hard work, diet, exercise, and everything else in between to get me where I am. I’ve made the sacrifices, but I’m still working on the motivation to keep it going. I feel better, but I also trip and stumble.
I don’t think it helps much that I don’t see the change. I obviously see myself every day in the mirror, but I still don’t really notice I’m smaller, unless I hold up a side by side picture of myself. I see the numbers on the back of my pants, sizes on my shirts, or numbers on the scale get smaller, but I still just don’t “see it.”
What I do see, though, is that I’ve already done what I formerly thought was impossible.
Clearly, I need to change my thinking… :)
As I’ve stated before in previous blogs, with weight loss, everything shrinks. Well…almost everything.
My hips, waist, thighs, etc, are all instances where I’ve lost weight, but I’ve also lost in more peculiar places. (Example: ankles, calves, neck, ring finger, and so on.) Unfortunately, the only thing that hasn’t shrunk is my thinking.
It’s hard to explain, but when I am out shopping, browsing aisles of clothing, or thinking of an activity to do with your friends, I still think with “limitations.” I still think I’m 75 lbs heavier, and in no way would I think that I could squeeze into that dress or go kayaking, for instance. I can move more, as well as move easier. Whether I’m running up more flights of stairs without getting winded, or running around the backyard with my niece and nephew, I can keep up. I can certainly hold my own now. But it’s more than that.
I get frustrated sometimes, as I still haven’t hit that “comfort zone” while branching out and trying new things. It may just be my natural shyness, but it’s a little rough when I want to push myself. This doesn’t just come to clothes or feeling better about myself in a dressing room mirror, or when out with friends; I’ve always dreamed of ziplining or doing other things that I couldn’t do 75 lbs ago. But it’s disheartening when the first place my mind ventures to is: ‘There’s no way you could do that. Not at your weight or size.”
I automatically think 75 lbs heavier. I reach for the XL, when I just need a Medium. I discount myself when I have the opportunity to zipline. I’m still worried about walking around all day in our “vacation” city, when my knees and feet can handle it just fine now with no problems.
It’s all about mentality, but I’m afraid my mind hasn’t caught up with my body yet. I’m not complaining, as I’ve put in the hard work, diet, exercise, and everything else in between to get me where I am. I’ve made the sacrifices, but I’m still working on the motivation to keep it going. I feel better, but I also trip and stumble.
I don’t think it helps much that I don’t see the change. I obviously see myself every day in the mirror, but I still don’t really notice I’m smaller, unless I hold up a side by side picture of myself. I see the numbers on the back of my pants, sizes on my shirts, or numbers on the scale get smaller, but I still just don’t “see it.”
What I do see, though, is that I’ve already done what I formerly thought was impossible.
Clearly, I need to change my thinking… :)
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