Discussion in 'January And Everything After' started by Dan Lawrence, Jan 31, 2012.
I love pie
I bitterly refuse to do that
Because it will start with one day
and then the leftovers day
and the leftovers days after that
NOPE. I'm being incredibly strict about Thanksgiving.
If that's what you gotta do, that's what you do. I am visiting other people, so I don't have to deal with leftovers, so I have it a little easier than if I had them around.
The way I've been able to stick with my plan is to have an occasional safety valve, otherwise the pressure will build up and I'll go eat all of the cake. Celebrations are special occasions, and I feel it will do myself nor anyone else any good if I spend them moping around, worrying about the food and not enjoying time with people. I'll of course be doing things like drinking a lot of water to keep my stomach full, eating slowly, doing more exercise that day.
There are some great tips here on how to survive, for people who want a more official level of advice.
Encouragement instead of scolding.
Either would be cool.
EDIT: THIS WAS NOT AIMED ANYONE HERE. I don't want there to be a misunderstanding. D:
I have a love/hate relationship with Dove Peppermint Bark. I love it and hate what it does to my self-control and waistline.
but OMG OMG OMG it's in the stores again JOY JOY HELP HELP
1) Break off a small piece.
3) Drink like two gulps of water.
By the time you've enjoyed the small bit of Bark, you'll be too full to actually go eat anymore. C:
I've heard that one of the things that makes you want to keep eating after finishing a meal when you aren't really hungry is still having the taste in your mouth. Not sure if that's true, but it's interesting if it is.
That actually makes a lot of sense!
Yesterday I ate some fruit snacks and then grabbed like three more bags and ate those too cause those bags are tiny as shit...*sorry slight rant*
But looking back I think it was the nummy taste leftover that reminded me how tasty that first micro bag was
So I had to grab more...
I wish I had tiny little candies or something of every taste I've ever wanted. Often, I won't want to eat a food as much as just taste it, but more often than not, that's not possible because it's not something you can just taste.
For example, right now I want to taste a french fry dipped in ranch. I don't want to eat it, I just wanna taste it. :<
I lost the three pounds I'd put on. Woo!
You sent them to me, didn't you?!
how could you switch
i thought we were bffs
I am back in the sub-170 range, but Thanksgiving is coming.
I suspect that I will gorge the day of, spend the next month resetting, gorge at Christmas, then settle back into things for the new year.
The best thing I've found for stopping snacking is brushing my teeth. Gets rid of the taste and makes my mouth feel all clean.
Peppermint & chocolate is my favorite though, and Dove bark really does it for me. I just need to not buy it again.
The not buying thing is what works for me the most, although drinking tea also seems to help suppress my appetite. I just hate the side effects sometimes.
We just don't buy snacks anymore. It is very, very rare if there is, say, a bag of potato chips in the house and cookies are unheard of.
Same here! But for a different reason.
...my mom usually eats the entire bag of whatever it may be by the day's end.
......FEWER CALORIES FOR ME! :D
I love parsley carrots, they can be so sweet when you do them right!
75 kg / 165.3 lbs.
My father commented that my face looks late-30s, but my body looks teenaged. I think I'd better start getting some exercise soon.
Another two pounds down this week. However my will power has taken a major hit over the past couple of days and I've taken to scoffing chocolate biscuits at work.
I'd been feeling bad about having eating as much as I did today -- again, in my eyes, 1200 is a really big number even though it's really not.
SO INSTEAD OF NOT EATING, I just ate the proper amount and then did DDR until my legs burned~
I refuuuuse to gain weight from Thanksgiving! :D
I'm back on track, at long last. Someone being a dick to me made me absolutely furious a few nights ago and I realised I had been scuppering myself by wallowing in hopelessness. For the moment I'm back in control with regards to snacking and portion size. And I'm now 1kg below my lowest recent weight.
Week 42: Down 0.5kg, which finally breaks through to a new low weight. 25.1kg total lost so far, 35.9kg to go...
Today, my mother said that "I'm not that fat."
This only pushes me to work harder. I don't want to be "not that fat".
I want to be "not fat at all".
GOT THIS. C:
Your mother can go fuck herself. How dare she give her daughter weight issues? Ignore her, PLEASE. If you want to lose weight, do it for yourself,not because your mother is inappropriately critical of you.
I'm not too sure if this is the right place, but I don't know where else to put it or whether to start a new thread.
As part of my quest to lose weight I bought a weighing scales, a necessary thing. When I moved back into my parents place I brought them with me and they're in the bathroom now. There hasn't been a weighing scales in the house in at least ten years. The scales have a button that let you change between stones, lbs and kg. I keep it on kg, but most of the time I use it it's been changed back to lbs. Due to the frequency of occurrence and based on who has been in the house it's obvious that my little sister has been using it and that worries me. She's only 20, but like most 20 year old girl she's body conscious. She's not 6 foot tall, busty and with blonde hair, but she is absolutely gorgeous: small, pale skinned and properly pretty. She's also thin. Not in a fat girl calling anyone smaller than her "thin" way, but in a low-body fat thin way. She eats healthily but not that much. And my mother makes an effort to make sure she eats well.
However it still worries me that she's weighing herself. I think people who are underweight and overweight should weigh themselves as part of an effort to monitor and have an effect towards a more healthy lifestyle. I don't think people who are "normal" weight should weigh themselves, definitely not every few days anyway. I don't know what to do though. I'm going to talk to my mother about it when she's back from her vacation, she already asked me to make sure my sister ate while she was away, but is there more I should be doing?
Actually, weekly weighings are one of the things that long-term weight maintainers have in common (along with eating breakfast, continuing to track calories, and continuing to exercise.) My guess is that the reason is that it helps catch you before a small weight gain turns into a big one.
So, unless she is someone that has some serious issues, (which sounds like that might be the case.) I wouldn't worry about it.
There is a song on DDR that, on Difficult, burns over 40 calories.
My legs are burning, but it's sooo worth it to see that "cumulative calories burned" total.
As of four days ago, I have lost exactly one pound.
EDIT: Tossed in 40 sit ups at the end of the workout for good measure.
UNDER THESE LAYERS OF FAT ARE ABS TO DIE FOR. ;D
Have you tried talking to your sister about it in a non-judgemental way? You could bring it up by asking if she's been changing the settings, but then start discussing other methods of checking whether you're at a healthy weight (mebbe show her some body fat percentage calculators online) and offer her some balanced advice about diet and fitness. She's not a kid at 20, but it's always good to have someone to talk to without feeling like you're being judged (so no "don't be silly, you look great!")
Up 0.4 lbs this week.
TIME TO PANIC!!!
No, not really. I suspect I still have Thanksgiving food in my system, plus water weight, so I'm not too concerned, and I knew it was bound to happen since I gave myself a free pass on Thanksgiving and made questionable choices like eating 3 pieces of pie.
The only "guilt" thing per se is that I did drink 2 sodas, and they totally weren't worth it. It's all good though, back to work time!
Most people slowly and insidiously start to pack on weight as they get older and/or switch to sedentary jobs. Watching your weight lets you avoid this trap, so you're not surprised (as I was!) by "Woa, I'm heavier than I thought I was!". It's a smart thing to start doing when you're young, like brushing your teeth.
My wife for example was once that 20 year old girl watching her weight with a practical eye. 20 years later she's still the same ~56kg as a result, while I slipped slowly upwards after I stopped closely watching as I'd done while in high school (due to Football and Wrestling).
Which isn't to say you can't over do it and be too "body conscious" or worse trend towards anorexia -- but those are the problems in their own right, rather than simply being aware of one's weight. Unless your sister exhibits symptoms I wouldn't assume she has such problems.
Oh, and I haven't weighed myself yet, but I'm sure I'm up. The only downside to my mother being the Best Pie Maker In The World! I could easily eat the rest of that magic ginger pumpkin pie -- it's calling to me!
Still haven't worked out how I'm going to work out with my bum knee; looking back I've been procrastinating, using my knee as a depressed excuse. :-/ Going to get a start on it later today and see if I can kick my routine back in. I've got ACL reconstruction surgery in about a week so I'm unclear how things will play out after that, but that's no reason not to get off my lazy ass.
Yeah, the only sodas that are worth it for me are those gourmet bottled pops with cane sugar (Reed's Extra Ginger Beer, or a good cream soda) and original Dr. Pepper. Diet Dr. Pepper is the only diet pop I don't prefer in diet form, which sucks because IT IS MY FAVORITE POP, DAMNIT.
It's my third week without weighing, and I have to admit I can't wait to see the result next week! I did take measurements today and have lost inches, so I assume I'm still on the right track.
It's been great not to have the pressure of weighing in though, and it was nice to be able to have some sodium-right foods in the weekend without worrying too much about how it will effect my weigh-in.
It's been a long week and I was afraid to weigh myself because with the football games, the hockey games and thanksgiving, I knew it wasn't going to be pretty. Yup, up about 3 lbs (how is that even possible?) this week. Today was a good day, so time to get back on the wagon.
I've gone up a pound in weight this week (probably due to excessive snacking and slacking) but, thanks to the new fangled science of body fat percentage, I have determined that this is a good thing.
Some fumbling with the tape measure concludes that all my measurements are basically identical to last week so the body fat calculator decides that the new weight must be entirely manly muscles and my body fat percentage drops to a spartan 11.1%. Hmm, well I'll take it! A pound gain is entirely within my safe zone so I'm not worried about that, I guess we'll see if it sticks around in the face of a more normal week of exercise.
Somehow I managed to escape the holiday not only intact, but down two pounds. I attribute this to not stuffing myself to the gills on Thanksgiving and not having enough leftovers to stuff myself to the gills throughout the rest of the weekend.
Next stop, Christmas. Pies. Piiiiiiiieeeeeees.
I am the anti-Jibble because I had no holiday and gained two more pounds. Saturday was a company dinner with my partner -- a huge buffet capped with a dessert table that was actually four tables pushed together. At first I planned on moderation then I gave up and ate everything. This morning I was nearly four pounds over my maintenance weight. Yikes.
I'm going to resume running at the end of the week and begin doing 30 minute walks during my lunch break at work starting tomorrow (I did a test walk on a path last week to make sure it checked out. You know, no sudden drops over cliffs, bears hiding in the bushes, etc.) The exercise, combined with not having huge piles of turkey meat and giant boats of gravy handy should help get me back on track.
Disappointed in myself. Tried eating healthier today, ended up eating a little less than 800 calories. It's frustrating; I'm not hungry often enough to eat, and when I do eat, I catch myself and eat healthier options. For example, this morning, instead of eggs and toast, I had eggs and a small salad with light balsamic dressing. :< So I'm accidentally cutting those calories I need so badly for the sake of eating healthier. It's a difficult balance.
On a lighter note, still exercising. Lost about a pound or two last time I checked and I can't stop compulsively measuring around my waist, hips, and legs (mostly the thighs).
I managed to hold pretty fast (no pun intended) through the holidays and am getting back to running.
Also, for anyone who really wants to take drastic measures (sorry, another pun) to get the right portion sizes:
Dave Barry calls them "Stealth Abs."
Lost two pounds, yay.
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