To shed the pounds i have gained, i began Weight Watchers. I had done it in the past when I initally lost weight with my parents and as long as you follow their path they have created, it will lead you to wear you want to go. This is Week 2 of heavily tracking my foods and making a concious effort to drink more water, etc etc. What a reality check these couple of weeks have been.
part of why weight watchers is so successful is because they have you track everything that you eat or drink. And it is amazing how quickly you have eaten or drank away your alloted points for the day. To put in perspective, a person my size and weight gets 26 points a day and an extra 49 points per week. You can divide out the 49 points per day and have an extra 7pts a day or save them for a special event or something that you cant live without that is high in points.
My first day starting I decided to eat regular and see just how many points i was eatting a day
Morning: ~~~~ Lunch:
3pts- 8oz glass of orange juice ~~~~ 6pts- 8oz glass of sprite
2pts- fried egg ~~~~ 18pts- 2 slices of pizza
4pts- 3 slices of Bacon ~~~~ ------------
1pts- piece of toast ~~~~ 24 pts for lunch
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10 pts for Breakfast
Snack: ~~~~ Dinner:
2pts- cheese stick ~~~~ 12pts- 9oz serving of steak
3pts- pretzels ~~~~ 4pts- baked potato
--------------- ~~~~ 1pts- sour cream
5 pts for a snack ~~~~ 1pts- butter
0pts- steamed broccoli
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18pts for dinner
57pts Thats 31pts more than I should be eatting a day. And this was happening everyday..YIKES no wonder my pants don't fit...
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
The Stretching Pants
Everyone deals with loss differently. I have always been food addict, I love to eat, I love to cook, I love to bake, go to the store, try new recipes, over indulge and stuff my self full. This has led me to be the fat little girl in middle school and the chubby girl in high school. For the most part, I did enough activity to balance out my eating which prevented me from becoming extremely over weight, but lets just say I have never exactly looked cute in a swimsuit. After I had graduated from high school and my weekly dance classes and cheer practices stopped I began to but on a few pounds, definitely gained the freshman 10. So my mom, my dad, and I began weight watchers. We became conscious of what we eating and made a strong effort eat right, and I was able to lose about 12 pounds, and I felt more comfortable with my body with this weight loss than I have since I began worrying about my body image.
But, my problem with food is it is a comfort. When I feel sad, cooking or baking relaxes me and eating makes me happy (spoken like a true fat kid at heart). After my dad passed, I turned to food as my comfort, I would temporarily let food fill the void which was left in my heart. Which would have been fine if I ate healthy, but when i am sad or upset healthy is not what I crave, unfortunately, I crave greasy tacos or carne asada nachos which are piled high...juicy cheese burgers, pasta, and pretty much everything that is bad but so delicious.
Until recently, I have been "eating my feelings" which then turns and eats at me. And that is all GOING TO STOP.
I am determined to change my habits, change my mindset which will in turn change my body. One step at a time.
I am creating this blog to
1. hold myself accountable
2. hopefully inspire someone who is in similar circumstances to do the same
3. Share my progress
4. Share my new recipes
5. And finally share my successes and disasters
But, my problem with food is it is a comfort. When I feel sad, cooking or baking relaxes me and eating makes me happy (spoken like a true fat kid at heart). After my dad passed, I turned to food as my comfort, I would temporarily let food fill the void which was left in my heart. Which would have been fine if I ate healthy, but when i am sad or upset healthy is not what I crave, unfortunately, I crave greasy tacos or carne asada nachos which are piled high...juicy cheese burgers, pasta, and pretty much everything that is bad but so delicious.
Until recently, I have been "eating my feelings" which then turns and eats at me. And that is all GOING TO STOP.
I am determined to change my habits, change my mindset which will in turn change my body. One step at a time.
I am creating this blog to
1. hold myself accountable
2. hopefully inspire someone who is in similar circumstances to do the same
3. Share my progress
4. Share my new recipes
5. And finally share my successes and disasters
How it all started
It all began on a late November night. My father had recently had a stroke and he began to turn for the worst. I woke to a phone call from my aunt saying she booked me a plane ticket to North Carolina and I needed to be in San Diego by 5:00 to get on a flight. As I stumbled through papers and clothes I managed to pack a suite case which was missing more that half of the stuff I needed. I crawled into the passenger seat of my car as we drove an hour and half down the freeway to catch what will become the worlds longest flight.
Non-stop to North Carolina is nearly 5 hours, so imagine adding a couple stops and some traffic once we landed combined with utter exhaustion from lack of sleep and over worrying. I finally make it to my destination, my fathers bedside, where reality begins to sink in. I starts to sink in that he won't be with us much longer and all the things we had planned would never become a reality.
Within 4 days of my dad having a stroke he left our sides here on earth and became an angel in heaven watching over all of us. the first 2 months without him were without a doubt the hardest. I would find myself waiting for his call or wanting to talk to him. A song would come on the radio and I would instantly fall into tears. The pain of loosing one of your parents/ best friends is truly unexplainable, and unless you have someone, it is hard to understand.
As soon as i began to realize that my dad was gone, and wasn't coming back, my mind began to swell with the wish I would have's, the maybe I could have's, the things he was going to miss, and the things we would never share. And they fill my my mind until I burst with warm salty tears....and for the longest time these feelings are hard to shake and hard to control.
And this is where my habits began to turn...
Non-stop to North Carolina is nearly 5 hours, so imagine adding a couple stops and some traffic once we landed combined with utter exhaustion from lack of sleep and over worrying. I finally make it to my destination, my fathers bedside, where reality begins to sink in. I starts to sink in that he won't be with us much longer and all the things we had planned would never become a reality.
Within 4 days of my dad having a stroke he left our sides here on earth and became an angel in heaven watching over all of us. the first 2 months without him were without a doubt the hardest. I would find myself waiting for his call or wanting to talk to him. A song would come on the radio and I would instantly fall into tears. The pain of loosing one of your parents/ best friends is truly unexplainable, and unless you have someone, it is hard to understand.
As soon as i began to realize that my dad was gone, and wasn't coming back, my mind began to swell with the wish I would have's, the maybe I could have's, the things he was going to miss, and the things we would never share. And they fill my my mind until I burst with warm salty tears....and for the longest time these feelings are hard to shake and hard to control.
And this is where my habits began to turn...
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