Dairy challenge day 2

So day 1 wasn’t ENTIRELY dairy free – it was the July birthday celebration at work and they had chocolate cake. Chocolate + cake = BEST and ENTIRELY UNAVOIDABLE. So I had a small piece.

And thought about dairy all day.

Today has been a bit easier. I added a little honey to my oatmeal this morning and you know what? It’s bearable. I can do that. So oatmeal + chocolate protein powder + honey = yummy breakfast. That challenge it over. It fills me up and the chocolate protein powder is actually pretty good. Makes it like chocolate porridge.

Lunch was a tuna pasta salad (whole-wheat pasta, tuna, mixed beans, red pepper, cucumber and corn) and then a small green salad with extra chickpeas. No dairy in that either. This is doable.

But I never realised how much dairy I actually eat – it’s apparently my go-to food for snacking in so many instances. Yogurt, cottage cheese, Babybell light cheese, milk, chocolate milk, cereal (with milk). A lot of my recipes call for cheese or milk or something else dairy. Or maybe I’m just noticing it more now that I’m on this no-dairy thing?

To take my mind off it all yesterday, I drank 3 litres of water and had 4 cups of tea – 3 green and 1 peppermint. I may end up running to the bathroom so much on this challenge! LOL

HYC Check in – week 5

No change in the vital statistics this wee – another week of holding steady, which is good considering I stumbled off the wagon a little bit this week. I rebelled. My rebelling included much chocolate and a small bag of chips yesterday. Ooooh … aren’t I the rebel?

My rebellious nature is dead when chocolate is the height of it.

NSV:

In training yesterday, I got on the leg press. I started with 75lbs for the first set. Moved up to 95lbs for the second set. Moved up to 115lbs for the third set. Moved up to 135lbs for the fourth set. I probably could have gone higher (but don’t tell my trainer!) but OMG that was the MOST weight I’ve ever pressed. I’m right proud! I’m a small person so pressing 135lbs is pretty major for me.

On the goal front last week, I’m at about 50% – kept up the water drinking, went to the gym 4 times but didn’t try a new recipe with a new ingredient or get my dresses altered. So, for this week:

  1. Get to the gym 4 times
  2. Keep up the water drinking at 2-3 litres
  3. Get the dresses altered
  4. Try a new recipe with a new ingredient
  5. Cut out dairy for 2 weeks

That last goal is one my trainer has set me. He thinks I’m eating too much dairy and it’s affecting me health-wise and energy-wise. So I’ve made a deal with him – I’ll (try) cut it out for 2 weeks and see how I feel. So far I’m 2 hours in and I’m not impressed. Oatmeal with protein powder for breakfast sucks. But we’ll see. I’m going to have to log my food for this week at least, just to keep myself on the straight and narrow.

Hope everyone has a great week!

When is enough enough?

I have a small addiction to confess.

I am a magazine whore.

I buy countless magazines every month and devour the contents. My addiction over the past year has been for fitness mags – Self, Shape, Oxygen among others. The problem though, is that each magazine has a different audience and I find myself buffeted by contradicting advice, trying to live according to each’s rules, as it may be.

Every month there’s a new diet plan, new must do exercises, new goals to strive for. Low carb, low fat, high intensity, low intensity, fat burning, muscle building. It gets really tough to figure out what the ideal is anymore.

But the biggest thing I notice is how some of these magazines (okay, most if not all) are about low self-esteem. Actually, they’re about how you’re never good enough. If you’re still following last month’s diet, you’re behind the times. You should always be looking for the next fix, the next body part to improve, the next makeover. Why?

Because what you are is never enough.

Has anyone ever read the forums on self.com? They’re full of girls with some serious ED issues. “I’m 5″4 and 120lbs. I need to lose 20lbs fast.” “Why are my inner thighs so big?” “How can I stop my legs from jiggling?” “I exercise 5 times a week and I haven’t lost any weight yet, what’s wrong with me?” I know that the forums aren’t moderated by self, but it’s a big reflection on the magazine I think. It promotes constant dissatisfaction with your body and, in essence, with yourself.

Now you may say that I’m putting too much emphasis on the role of media and what about personal responsibility. Fair enough. So here’s my personal take.

I have never been an obsessive person. I’ve approached this weightloss and fitness journey rationally. I set a goal and I’m achieving it. It’s not a 4 week miracle approach by any means. It’s taken me 10 months to lose 15lbs really and change my body. Not something these magazines claim as a success story on their covers.

But over the past week or so, I’ve found myself striving for more. I set a goal. I achieved it. I set another one, 5lbs lighter. I’ve achieved that. I started asking myself this week “how about 5lbs more?” and then I stopped. I don’t want to fall into the trap of thinking I always need to be striving for a lower dress size or smaller waist. But every magazine I pick up (except Oxygen, I love that magazine) is about losing weight and dropping a dress size FAST. Where are the stories about maintaining a healthy weight? Where are the stories in these influential magazines about forgetting the number on the scale and focussing on health? They’re there, it’s true, but they’re few and far between and they’re not on the covers.

My attitude this week has scared me a little. I found myself falling into the never-good-enough trap; the good food bad food trap; the you’ll-be-happier-if-you-lose-5lbs trap.

So no more Self magazine. No more Shape. No more Glamour. I need to stand up and say enough is enough. I’m not striving for a makeover anymore. I’m made over. I’m me and I’m not changing.

Can someone slap me please?

I am an idiot. I don’t say this lightly but I have come to this conclusion after much thought. Allow me to explain.

I was sitting in Starbucks this afternoon, reading a very interesting magazine (from which I have many blog-worthy posts to come) with a nice refreshing Frappacino. I drank said frappacino quite quickly and enjoyed it. Alas, my enthusiasm meant I was without beverage to carry on reading. I read for a while and then figured since I was without beverage and there were a few people looking to sit down, I’d leave and go enjoy the sunshine. I started packing up when two guys came up to me. They were holding drinks and had a third one in a cardboard tray.

Guy: Would you by any chance like a tall mild coffee? My friend doesn’t want it and it would go to waste.

Me: Um …. sure, okay. Thanks!

I took the drink (colour me naive or stupid for taking a drink from a stranger, whatever), went to fill it up with milk and splenda, glanced over at the guys, nodded and left. I was in the process of leaving before so I just took the drink along.

I realised 10 minutes later that both guys already HAD drinks in their hands – what was the third drink for? It occured to me then that perhaps I had just been hit on and had a drink bought for the express purpose of giving it to ME.

So I feel stupid. Slap me please.

It just never occurs to me that these things happen. I mean, random guys buying a coffee for a random girl at Starbucks. Really? And then the fact that it happens to me. Really? So it doesn’t cross my mind that it might not be entirely random or motive-less.

And then I feel stupid.

I seriously don’t think of myself as pick-up-worthy and I need to change that. So can someone slap some sense into me.

(and damn, the guys were CUTE too!)

Allergic? I don’t think so!

Quote from Anne Hathaway from the July 2008 Self magazine:

“I have a lot of food sensitivities. I know that sounds like code for “I’m anorexic,” but I’m lactose intolerant; I have a small, but not serious, sugar intolerance; I can’t have spicy foods; I can’t eat fried foods. Oh, and processed flour. It sounds like a death sentence, but you learn to love different foods.”

No Anne, it doesn’t sound like a death sentence. It sounds like a diet. You know, those things Hollywood stars go on and then pretend they can eat burgers and fries and stay miraculously skinny? Yeah, a diet. I have a small, but not serious sugar intolerance too. I love it but my body loves it more. My reaction? I gain weight. Wow, must be an intolerance.

I’m sorry for the snark. But this shits me. I know there are people out there with real intolerances and allergies – I know my mother is sensitive to fructose, wheat and lactose (so she reacts to fruit, breads/pasta and milk) but c’mon, fried food? Sugar? Processed flour? How strange that all these things are forbidden on a diet.

When did weight gain become a symptom of a food intolerance?

Am I being too judgemental here? Please chime in if you think so or if you know someone with these strange intolerances. And they’re real intolerances. And then perhaps I’ll apologise to Ms Hathaway.

Hump day hysterics

Typically, Wednesday is a good day. It’s the middle of the week. By lunchtime, you are exactly half-way through the work week and it’s appropriate to start planning your weekend. So why am I feeling so grumpy?

I’ve had a double chocolate chip muffin already this morning. It called out to me at 7:30 when I got to work. I ate it. I feel ill now. I kinda enjoyed it but didn’t, if that makes any sense.

I’m tired from getting up at 5:30am for a week now. I’ve been trying to get to work early to plow through the work so I can leave on time, but I think the early mornings aren’t agreeing with me.

I’m craving a holiday.

Really, I’m procrastinating and getting annoyed at things randomly. Like my roommate who is ridiculously impatient and wants me to move out the minute I can, forgetting that Sept 1 is a holiday, movers will charge double and one extra day with me in the apartment will not kill her. She nags me to convince my new super to let me move in early. She doesn’t seem to realise that asking me once is fine, asking me via email 3 times a day and then leaving a note on my laptop so I see it first thing in the morning? Not okay. Makes-me-slap-happy-not-okay. I get that you’re a planner and you can’t wait for your boyf to move in but give me a moment to breathe woman!

Today is dragging so slowly. I’ve had this post open all morning and I could have sworn it was lunch time already. Alas, it’s only 11am.

HYC check in – week 4

So no movement on the scales this week, which is a good thing really. I’ve held onto my insane 4lb loss from last week, which makes it real and acknowledgeable! I am officially down to a weight I haven’t been for 5 years, at least according to my scales. I don’t think I’m going to lose anymore at this stage. My body has only ever been lower than this from anxiety (unable to eat for 3 weeks – no fun) or illness and I don’t want to resort to either thanks. I still want to gain muscle and drop fat, but it’s happening and I’m healthy so that’s all good.

I had my measurements done on Friday and, since I started this journey, I’ve lost about 4 inches from my hips. That’s huge. It changes my body shape in a big way. I’m no longer hippy-McHipster. I’m still all hour-glass-like but less so. It makes it THAT much easier to go shopping. Yay to that. The hips have always been my ‘area’ – the one part of my body that I love to hate. For the first time ever really, I’m not looking at myself in the mirror and focusing on one body part immediately.

Cooking-wise, I’ve been trying new things. I got a little tired of chicken, so I’ve had fish tacos and pasta salad this week so far. I’m slowly but surely increasing my repetoire and saving money considering I’m no longer buying lunch at work everyday.

Goal for this week:

  1. Get to the gym 4 times
  2. Keep up the 2-3 litres of water everyday
  3. Try 1 new recipe with a completely new ingredient (AKA something I’ve never cooked with before!)
  4. Get all my dresses altered so that I can wear them and enjoy them before the end of summer!

Have a great week all!

On apples and oranges

No, I’m not obsessing about fruit here. Work with me.

It’s natural to compare ourselves to other people. We do it when we’re looking at celebrities in magazines, people on the street and even (probably more than anything), our friends. I have one gym buddy who I have been, unconsciously, comparing myself to and getting frustrated. Until, that is, I realized a few *small* things:

  1. I started working out 9 months ago from a starting point of no strength or endurance. My cardio was abysmal. I couldn’t do lunges without looking drunk.
  2. She used to be a full-time fitness instructor until see dislocated a disk 6 months before I arrived here. She had been down to 14% body fat and competing in pageants while working out 6 hours a day.
  3. I have a goal of getting fitter and stronger – normally. No supplements unless necessary and no major weight loss required.
  4. She (as I found out last week) has a goal of competing in a fitness competition. Different build requirements, different food requirements, different everything.

Once I realised all this, I stopped comparing myself. So what if I’m not working with 12-15lb weights? I am miles ahead of where I was 9 months ago. I have to keep in mind where I started from and where I am now and be proud. N and I have completely different bodies and completely different goals. It’s all about supporting each other and realising that we’re following different fitness paths.

I thought for a long time that I was above the friends competing thing and this weekend’s realisation  that I’ve been competing without realising it shook me a little. I don’t know why I would be ‘better’ than everyone else at separating the comparisons, considering we all do it to some extent. C’mon, admit it. You do it too. It’s so easy – just take a peek at someone’s cart at the grocery store. You know you do it.

(Okay, maybe I’m worse than I thought. Must work on this)

But back on topic. It’s easy to read a lot of blogs about weight loss and fitness and think “how is X losing so much weight when I’m working just as hard if not harder and not budging?”. Stop. You are not X and X is not you. Different bodies, different backgrounds, different everything. If everyone had the same health and fitness goals and body makeup, nobody would struggle. Everyone is starting from a different point on the racetrack. Heck, some people are starting on a different field altogether. Every ‘race’ is separate and it’s also not a race.

If comparisons are getting you down, stop for a moment. Think about where you started from. How fit were you? How much did you weigh? What’s happened since then? And now pat yourself on the back. You’ve done well, you’re doing well and you’ll continue to do well.

This meal better be worth it

I am injured due to cooking. My knuckle is bleeding. I hate the can of beans that did it to me. Thank god for band-aids.

Okay, it was my stupidity. I should know by now to remove the sharp edges of the opened can as soon as possible. Instead. I left it on the can, went to empty the beans out and proceeded to open up my knuckle. There was a lot of blood. It’s a big cut. Not emergency room worthy but gross out and more than a paper cut worthy. It’s been a long time since I’ve cut myself like this. I’m all polysporined and band-aided up (as per the new Perfect Fit Band-Aid ads) and it’s only throbbing slightly. I’m kinda glad nobody saw my hysterics really.

I will have to remove the band-aid at some point to look at the damage and clean it again. I may have another case of hysterics then. I really don’t like blood. Even on TV. So MY own blood? Not a fan.

BTW, I’m makig fish tacos. I’ll let you know whether they were worth the blood, sweat and tears.

Things I love today

  1. Rain. It’s raining at last!!! The humidity has broken, I slept a bit better last night and it’s raining! I do feel sorry for anyone getting married outside today considering that it’s pouring down right now, but perhaps it will stop later and the afternoon will be okay? I love rain.
  2. My new brown shoes which cost me $10. Yes, you read that right – $10. They were originally $50, reduced to $20 and then 50% off. Who can resist that, really? Nobody. That’s why N and I both bought the same pair on Friday night. They may kill my feet at some point considering they’re not leather, but they were $10 people.
  3. My new apartment!!! I got it! I move in Sept 1 (although I’m hoping I’ll be able to move in over that weekend and not only from the Monday, just to clean it up a bit) and it’s perfect. It’s a little more than I wanted to spend on rent, but it’s so convenient and lovely that I couldn’t walk away. I know I’ve picked an expensive neighbourhood to stay in but I love it – walking distance to everything except work (and even then it’s even closer to my bus stop) and so vibrant. So I’ll keep up with the no-eating-out rule for a bit longer (say, forever + 1 day) and look out for more $10 shoes than $100 shoes, but I’ll make it happen. It’s my own place and I’m stoked about it.
  4. The fact that I’ve lost 5 inches from my hips in the past 9 months. I can now wear a whole lot of different styles of clothes – things that I would normally have to shake my head and walk away from. Pencil skirts are my friend. I’m not yet at the skinny jean stage and nor do I ever intend to be (c’mon, my hips aren’t entirely going to vanish!) but I’m excited about the possibilities now.
  5. Making new friends. I went out to a movie with R, the girl I met on the hike last weekend. It was a blast. We saw Hancock and I loved it! It was such a good summer blockbuster and who doesn’t love Will Smith? But the best past was going with a new friend. I love making new friends. It takes a bit more of an effort but it’s so worth it. Go on, make a new friend this summer. Trust me, it’s definitely worth the effort!

Now I’m off to sort through some old magazines, cull the good stuff, chuck the worthless junk and then go out for brunch with my soon-to-be-ex-roommate. I may even walk in the rain. Life is good.

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