Nothing beats this powerhouse lunch on a busy day.
4 Trader Joe's Mini Whole Wheat Pitas - 2pts
2T Trader Joe's Roasted Garlic Hummus - 1pt
2 Reduced Fat Colby Jack Cheese Snacks - 4pts
1 Pink Lady Apple - 1pt
Iced Tea - 0
Delicious and filling for 8 points!
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Daily 9/12/2011
A big part of this blog will be devoted to my various commentary on daily eating, recipes, weigh ins, and general information on weight loss and staying healthy. This includes a virtual record of my personal food journals, which I also keep in a handwritten notebook. Not only will this (hopefully) keep me more accountable, but it will provide a reference for me, and hopefully some other losers out there!!! Beware, some days are pretty scary (such as today)...so here we go.
Daily Points Allowance: 30
Morning 10:00am
Grande iced soy latte - 2.5
remainder 27.5
Afternoon 12:00pm
Lean Cuisine Macaroni and Cheese - 6
Whole Wheat and Honey Pita (1) - 4
Water - 0
remainder 17.5
Early Evening 5:00pm
Apple - 1
4T reduced fat peanut butter - 6
6 Kedem crackers - 3
Diet Mountain Dew - 0
Fruit Snacks - 3
remainder 4.5
So obviously this is not the ideal model of eating. Mondays tend to be more about convenience and staying power since I am working a 10 hour day. Goals for tomorrow include cooking dinner at home, getting in my gym time, and drinking at least one liter of liquids.
Daily Points Allowance: 30
Morning 10:00am
Grande iced soy latte - 2.5
remainder 27.5
Afternoon 12:00pm
Lean Cuisine Macaroni and Cheese - 6
Whole Wheat and Honey Pita (1) - 4
Water - 0
remainder 17.5
Early Evening 5:00pm
Apple - 1
4T reduced fat peanut butter - 6
6 Kedem crackers - 3
Diet Mountain Dew - 0
Fruit Snacks - 3
remainder 4.5
So obviously this is not the ideal model of eating. Mondays tend to be more about convenience and staying power since I am working a 10 hour day. Goals for tomorrow include cooking dinner at home, getting in my gym time, and drinking at least one liter of liquids.
The Limit Does Not Exist
Last Friday I found myself homebound with nowhere to go, nothing to do, and no one to do it with. Maybe a different person would see this as a prime opportunity to SEIZE THE DAY! Some other go-get'em gal may have found this sweet stretch of 24 hours of nothingness a blessing and an amazing gift from Father Time. Maybe she would rearrange the furniture, or bake an elaborate cake, or do volunteer work for a lesser known charity, or any other form of peppy, substantial self-enhancing activity.
Me? I sat on the couch and watched Mean Girls.
Now I know that I could have done any number of more productive activities with my time off. But watching Lindsay Lohan pre-cocaine-and-Parliament Lights addiction is well worth my Friday afternoon, let me tell you. And I am not one to resist any movie that doesn't require rubbing more than two brain cells together to figure out. Especially on a free Friday. And especially when I find myself in the throes of self-deprecation.
You see, I normally would have used this day to take a walk, go to the gym, or call up a long lost friend for a 4 hour catch up chat. But not this Friday. This Friday was reserved for (and yes, I'm going to say it)...feeling sorry for myself.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not some Debbie Downer whining and crying all the time. Well, not anymore. See, this is the NEW me. Or the Almost New Me. This is me, minus 63 pounds and plus a whole lot of newfound self-esteem. Almost New Me cooks at home, exercises, and talks non stop about weight loss and getting healthy. Almost New Me is on her way to losing 100 pounds in a year. But on this particular Friday, Almost New Me had just closed her much-loved small business. And Almost New Me had just worked her (63 pounds smaller) butt off for the past two weeks and let me tell you, she was exhausted. Old Me would have drowned her sorrows in a 10 piece McNugget meal with a Double Cheeseburger sidecar and gone on with the day. But Almost New Me doesn't have that option. Almost New Me works out her problems logically, and walks through aggression and anxiety on the treadmill instead of in the drive-thru. She still remembers Old Me, but uses her newfound energy and willpower to pull up and out of the darkness. Well, most of the time. But not last week.
Anyway, back to the couch. So there I was, watching Mean Girls, and pretending to be productive by sitting next to a basket of folded laundry. Hey, a girl has to have her props, right? I had just had my weekly shame-based weigh in, and was marinating with the consequences of taking two weeks off of my weight loss plan. If you are of sound mind, a three pound gain in two weeks of shameless eating is nothing. Small Potatoes. Insignificant. But if you are also bogged down with minor career and personal devastation, a three pound gain can mean ultimate depression. A weight-loss loss of will, if you will. And there I was, feeling sorry for myself, and content to do so in silence. And there was nothing anyone could do about it. Its not like I was watching some uplifting, feel good, get back up on your feet movie. I was watching Mean Girls. The epitome of superficial, bitchy, overdone teen girl movies. No one in their right mind could find something motivational about that. But remember, dear reader, I wasn't in my right mind.
If you've ever seen the movie, you know that toward the end, the main character competes in a high school math competition. And, as luck would have it, she is chosen for the sudden death round to break the tie and win the state championship. The problem is mathematical limits, and her unfortunate-looking opponent incorrectly answers the question, leaving the main character in a do-or-die moment of truth. She thinks and thinks, and visualizes and visualizes, and finally comes up with the correct response. If the limit never approaches anything...then "The limit does not exist."
Hmm.
Now I don't know anything about math. I failed senior Calculus and can't even seem to remember my own age most of the time. But damn if that didn't make some sense. Here I go, getting all metaphorical. But Almost New Me thinks about things differently these days. Old Me would have simply teared up slightly at the rise-to-the-occasion sentiment and go-getter attitude of the character. But somehow in the past 7 months, something has drastically changed. I have found myself as an inspiration to many people in my life. People are coming to ME for advice and motivation to lose weight and live healthier. And the only way I got to this point, and the only thing I seemed to have forgotten on that Friday, was knowing that there were no limits. My limits do not exist. Old Me never would have thought that she would be on track to losing 100 pounds in a year. Old Me never would have spent 4 nights a week on the treadmill, walking two 15 minute miles and working through a circuit of weight machines. Old Me would have sat on the couch watching yet another season of The Biggest Loser while mainlining a pack of Double Stuf Oreos. She would have limited herself by what she thought she couldn't do. But that's exactly why Old Me is gone, and Almost New Me is here. Because Almost New Me has no limits. My limits do not exist. And there is no way that I am going to let everyone (and Almost New Me) down by quitting, or giving up, or thinking that everything I've done is all that I can do. Because Almost New Me is almost the New Me, and I cannot wait to meet her. I bet she has some kickass advice, and a really good recipe for lasagna.
Now, even after making this revelation, Old Me would have just finished out the movie, maybe made some butter-covered popcorn and popped in another DVD. Almost New Me got up, put away the prop basket of folded laundry, and took a walk.
After finishing out the movie, of course.
Me? I sat on the couch and watched Mean Girls.
Now I know that I could have done any number of more productive activities with my time off. But watching Lindsay Lohan pre-cocaine-and-Parliament Lights addiction is well worth my Friday afternoon, let me tell you. And I am not one to resist any movie that doesn't require rubbing more than two brain cells together to figure out. Especially on a free Friday. And especially when I find myself in the throes of self-deprecation.
You see, I normally would have used this day to take a walk, go to the gym, or call up a long lost friend for a 4 hour catch up chat. But not this Friday. This Friday was reserved for (and yes, I'm going to say it)...feeling sorry for myself.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not some Debbie Downer whining and crying all the time. Well, not anymore. See, this is the NEW me. Or the Almost New Me. This is me, minus 63 pounds and plus a whole lot of newfound self-esteem. Almost New Me cooks at home, exercises, and talks non stop about weight loss and getting healthy. Almost New Me is on her way to losing 100 pounds in a year. But on this particular Friday, Almost New Me had just closed her much-loved small business. And Almost New Me had just worked her (63 pounds smaller) butt off for the past two weeks and let me tell you, she was exhausted. Old Me would have drowned her sorrows in a 10 piece McNugget meal with a Double Cheeseburger sidecar and gone on with the day. But Almost New Me doesn't have that option. Almost New Me works out her problems logically, and walks through aggression and anxiety on the treadmill instead of in the drive-thru. She still remembers Old Me, but uses her newfound energy and willpower to pull up and out of the darkness. Well, most of the time. But not last week.
Anyway, back to the couch. So there I was, watching Mean Girls, and pretending to be productive by sitting next to a basket of folded laundry. Hey, a girl has to have her props, right? I had just had my weekly shame-based weigh in, and was marinating with the consequences of taking two weeks off of my weight loss plan. If you are of sound mind, a three pound gain in two weeks of shameless eating is nothing. Small Potatoes. Insignificant. But if you are also bogged down with minor career and personal devastation, a three pound gain can mean ultimate depression. A weight-loss loss of will, if you will. And there I was, feeling sorry for myself, and content to do so in silence. And there was nothing anyone could do about it. Its not like I was watching some uplifting, feel good, get back up on your feet movie. I was watching Mean Girls. The epitome of superficial, bitchy, overdone teen girl movies. No one in their right mind could find something motivational about that. But remember, dear reader, I wasn't in my right mind.
If you've ever seen the movie, you know that toward the end, the main character competes in a high school math competition. And, as luck would have it, she is chosen for the sudden death round to break the tie and win the state championship. The problem is mathematical limits, and her unfortunate-looking opponent incorrectly answers the question, leaving the main character in a do-or-die moment of truth. She thinks and thinks, and visualizes and visualizes, and finally comes up with the correct response. If the limit never approaches anything...then "The limit does not exist."
Hmm.
Now I don't know anything about math. I failed senior Calculus and can't even seem to remember my own age most of the time. But damn if that didn't make some sense. Here I go, getting all metaphorical. But Almost New Me thinks about things differently these days. Old Me would have simply teared up slightly at the rise-to-the-occasion sentiment and go-getter attitude of the character. But somehow in the past 7 months, something has drastically changed. I have found myself as an inspiration to many people in my life. People are coming to ME for advice and motivation to lose weight and live healthier. And the only way I got to this point, and the only thing I seemed to have forgotten on that Friday, was knowing that there were no limits. My limits do not exist. Old Me never would have thought that she would be on track to losing 100 pounds in a year. Old Me never would have spent 4 nights a week on the treadmill, walking two 15 minute miles and working through a circuit of weight machines. Old Me would have sat on the couch watching yet another season of The Biggest Loser while mainlining a pack of Double Stuf Oreos. She would have limited herself by what she thought she couldn't do. But that's exactly why Old Me is gone, and Almost New Me is here. Because Almost New Me has no limits. My limits do not exist. And there is no way that I am going to let everyone (and Almost New Me) down by quitting, or giving up, or thinking that everything I've done is all that I can do. Because Almost New Me is almost the New Me, and I cannot wait to meet her. I bet she has some kickass advice, and a really good recipe for lasagna.
Now, even after making this revelation, Old Me would have just finished out the movie, maybe made some butter-covered popcorn and popped in another DVD. Almost New Me got up, put away the prop basket of folded laundry, and took a walk.
After finishing out the movie, of course.
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