My 43rd day of purging– sorta kinda

Physically here’s what I’ve gotten rid of over the past couple of days.

  • Old flyers for pizza and hamburger joints – these, aside from being out of date are not good for us to have around when we’re trying so hard to lose weight, eat healthier and get in shape. I’ll admit I was sorely tempted as I leafed longingly through them before tossing them – all that ooey, gooey cheesy goodness just flaunting itself in front of my tearfilled eyes.
  • A beer can, a beer bottle and numerous candy wrappers, chip bags and takeout coffee lids while out walking. Doing this makes Tim cringe – he thinks I’m going to contract some horrible disease or something. I’m wearing gloves, for Pete’s sake and I wash them when I get home. It’s not like I’m checking those bottles and cans for a little sip – sheesh!
  • Another pound. Losing weight is so much harder than it used to be. Still, a pound is a pound and I’m happy that my efforts are paying off. And I’m extra happy because Tim took me out for supper to The Keg for Valentine’s Day. I only ate half of everything I ordered, but it was still a LOT of calories. Mostly of the fat kind. I just keep channeling Oprah and her wheel barrow full of butter.

Now, for some other stuff I need to get rid of.

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The debate over changing Canada’s national anthem so that it’s gender-neutral. All I can say is:  How is this even an issue?

Political correctness and feminism. That’s how.

I think both of those causes are worthy and necessary. And a lot of really good changes to society have been advanced as a result of people championing them. Changing our anthem is not one of those.

As far as I’m concerned it’s petty, and specious. A small group of ‘concerned’ women who have deemed it their mission in life to exact a meaningless change to something that reflects who we are, and more importantly, speaks to our national pride. They say the lyrics exclude and deliberately fail to acknowledge that women have played as important a role in Canadian history as men.

Bullshit. It’s an anthem.  noun 1. A rousing or uplifting song identified with a particular group, body, or cause. (Google on-line dictionary). In this case that group would be Canadians – all of them. Which I’m pretty damned sure when we all sing it at public events we’re including everyone who is a Canadian. Be they indigenous, immigrant, black, white, pink, purple or green. Whether they are gay, straight, queer or any derivation thereof possible. Whether they served as a soldier, a line cook, nurse, mother, father or field hand. If you’re Canadian this song is for you. And it should be left alone.

If some people feel the need to be offended by the use of ‘in all our sons’ command,’ then they should feel free to sing whatever word they wish to substitute whenever they sing the anthem – if they can get past their self-righteousness, that is.

We are, after all, a democracy, and we will support their right to do so. Because that’s what Canadians do.

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Purgey, purgey, purge. Day 37

 

I’ve been busy getting back into the swing of things. Thank God I’m no longer working! I’d be completely useless. That’s not to say I haven’t been busy – I have – it’s just that I seem to require frequent rests in between chores.

My purging right now is focused on health and diet. Tim and I are both seriously over-weight and out of shape. On Monday we both started restricting calories, eating healthier and doing some form of exercise every day. This has not been a painless process.

Going from what was a very high-fat diet to one low in fat, high in protein, fibre and vegetables has taken some serious adjusting.

Then there is the restriction of alcohol to be considered.  . .

Even before our cruise with the all-inclusive drink package that came with it (which we took full advantage of, let me tell you) we were in the habit of having at least two drinks/day.

We had convinced ourselves that a couple of drinks a day wouldn’t hurt us – they were,  in fact, actually good for us. They helped us relax, they provided us with time to connect at the end of Tim’s work day, and, because we needed to believe there was some good in drinking every day we bought into some ‘research’ that said consuming one to two alcoholic drinks per day was shown to have numerous health benefits.

If we were running a marathon every day, maybe. All it did was help make us fatter, lazier and less interested in being healthy.

We have not completely sworn off booze. Oh, no! We like it – a lot – and we especially like consuming it when we socialize. It’s just our approach to it has changed. We will reserve the pleasures of imbibing for those special occasions when we’re with family or friends.

And we will not needlessly or purposely create ‘special’ occasions.

Exercise has been a challenge, too. It requires us to get up quite a bit earlier than we’ve become accustomed to. We each have a half hour routine we do in the morning. It’s a good way to start the day – grunting and groaning, huffing and puffing – but we definitely have more energy and a more positive attitude when we’re done.

Trying to fit some form of exercise in to our evenings is more of a challenge. So far this week we’re 0 for 3. We’ve decided that swimming would be a good choice. It’s just getting our carcasses to the pool that’s the problem. This morning, because we both slept in and missed our workout, we’re definitely committed to going. Maybe. Hopefully.

I’m proud of us, for recognizing that our lifestyle was seriously unhealthy and for choosing to make changes. Change is never easy, and I find that the older I get the easier it is to convince myself that it’s unnecessary and pointless.

Following the death of my father this attitude became constant and predominant. What was the point, I asked myself. If life could be taken from someone as big, strong and gregarious as our father, someone who did not drink to excess, someone who either walled, biked or golfed every day, then why should I concern myself with having a few drinks or doing nothing more strenuous than taking a stroll around the block now and again?

And then I thought of what dad’s reaction would have been to me thinking like that. He wouldn’t have chastised, judged or reprimanded. He would have simply given me that look that said “come on, Kathy Marie, you know better than that.” And then he would have probably said, “let’s go for a walk”.

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On the twelfth day of purging

The purge was pretty minimal today.

A pair of dollar store insoles. That’s what I get for trying to save a couple of bucks. I wasted them instead.

Something I know I need to purge myself of is weight. I am about 30 lbs overweight right now. I’ve gained this weight over the last couple of years. Somehow it just seemed to creep up on me and now, regardless of my efforts, I can’t get rid of it.

Wait a minute! Regardless of my efforts? My efforts have been pretty feeble if I’m going to be perfectly honest. Sure, I go out for a walk everyday – except today – it stayed around -33 all day and I just couldn’t convince myself that it was a good idea to go out in that kind of cold.

But I did do push-ups.  Five really hard push-ups. Tomorrow I’m aiming for six.

I’ve decided to add another 100 day challenge to my list. Push-ups. I think they’re like doing mini planks. Planks are good, so push-ups must be even better.

I really need to figure out a strategy for losing this weight, though. I know what I need to do to lose it. I need to find my will power again, and, I need to let go of this self- defeating notion that, just because I’m a few months away from being 60, I can eat what ever I want and exercise as little as I want.  Afterall, who’s gonna care?

Well, a bunch of people, I hope, but, most importantly, me.

 

March 16th

Day 75 — There’s something about writing Day 75 — seems somehow momentous.  But, really, it wasn’t.  Unless you count my driving in a snowstorm to the far-flung south of Edmonton to go have an infrared slimming body wrap.  And though I had a couple of bad moments on the highway, I have to say the experience was definitely worth it.  The girls at Total Body FX treated me like a queen.  And that wrap!  It was the most relaxing thing I’ve ever done.  I dropped another pound and half because of it, too.  I think once I reach my next weight-loss goal I’m going to treat myself to another one.

Easter Monday

Okay. . . here goes.

First, I had a wonderful weekend with my grandchildren.  3 children, 2 nights, 3 days and a ‘special’ weekend to boot!  Gramma and Grampa did okay.  We saw a movie — Rio! in 3D — I didn’t care for it, Hailey liked it, Timothy just kept saying “ooh, that’s close!”  We saw the Easter Bunny on Saturday afternoon — it was not as warm as it was supposed to be — only 8 degrees Celsius — so we didn’t last too long.  The kids had fun though.  Ethan found a puddle

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and that was his main enjoyment.  Sunday, the Easter Bunny arrived and there was a mad rush around the house to find ‘eggs’.  It was all just too much fun.  We had our Easter dinner around 5 o’clock and then Landon, Jenn and my little pumpkin heads left for home around 7.  Grampa and I did huge exhale, surveyed the wreckage and then promptly plunked ourselves down for a well-deserved rest.

While plunked we watched The Amazing Race.  I was so upset that the cowboys, Jet and Cort, were eliminated last night.  They did not deserve to be gone this soon.  There was a lot of underhanded crap that went on — the other teams conspiring against them — Flight Time and Big Easy who were my second favorite team have just slipped to the bottom.  I think that from now on I’m going to root for Zev and Justin.  After all the cheese sauce Zev consumed in Austria he deserves to make it to the finals!

A remark on the Biggest Loser franchise — I am very disappointed in it.  However, I love the show The Biggest Loser.  This year is my first time watching it start to finish and I find the people competing on it amazing.  I’m in tears or close to tears nearly every week watching their struggles and their triumphs.  It is such an inspiration to watch these people change their lives.

The franchise leaves a lot to be desired, though.  I went on-line to check out the Biggest Loser website thinking I might be able to get some decent low-fat, low-cal recipes.  As it turns out you have to pay to join.  I nearly fell off my chair.  The message constantly given on the show is that they are invested in trying to help people change their lives, lose weight and adopt healthy living attitudes, and yet, the one vehicle available to most people, where they could get info to help them fight their problems is off-limits unless they can cough up $4/week.

I can easily afford the $4/week, but I won’t sign up.  I have all the diet and excercise information I can use, and then some.  But I just find it extremely hypocritical of a show that purports to be helping Americans fight obesity that they’ll only help those who can afford to pay for the help.  So, a big raspberry to The Biggest Loser franchise.

On the theme of diets. . . I have embarked on the Brown Rice Cleansing diet yet again.  I have been fighting some kind of bug since the middle of March.  It started with jaw pain and an earache, progressed to a bladder infection (thanks antibiotics!) that plagued me through my trip to Arizona, then another bladder infection a week after I got home, now I have canker sores under my tongue and now a cold (thank you, Ethan — Gramma still loves you).  Obviously my immunity is down, so I’ve got to get in to see my naturopath who is amazing, but in the meantime I’m going to set things to rights by getting rid of toxins, etc. by eating brown rice, fresh fruit and veggies for the next week.  No sugar, no salt, no fat, no processed foods.

The first time I tried this diet I thought I would die.  Now, I actually look forward to it.  Somehow, though, I don’t think the diet will be enough to solve my overall health problems.  I need some expert advice for that.  So, hopefully I can get in to see Dr. Richmond soon.  Sorry if all that was a little TMI.  Needed to get it off my chest.

I’ve got a busy week ahead so I hope I’ll be able to keep up with my blogging efforts.  I try to make it every day, but it’s a bit hit and miss at the moment.  Getting on to a computer this past weekend, for instance, simply wasn’t going to happen.  But I’m okay with that — my excuses were just too cute to ignore.

Well, I think that’s about it for now — have a great day everyone.

Friday, Feb. 18, 2011

It has been too long since I last updated this.

I have given up on the no dessert for a year.

When I went for my weigh-in at Curves on the 7th I was sorely disappointed.  Their scale said I had lost a measly .5 lb.  My scale at home said I had dropped 4 lbs, but I chose to believe the Curves scale.  On top of that was the fact that the only place I had lost inches was on my thighs.

I already have skinny legs!  I don’t need skinnier ones!

Anyway, I spent a good 24 hours being really pissed off.  Then I got my shit together and decided that cutting dessert out of my life really wasn’t having an impact on my weight loss goals.  So. . .

. . .I’m taking a more realistic approach to this whole thing   I still want to lose 30 lbs., I still want to be healthier and make sure I have a good, strong, healthy heart.  To do that I will continue exercising — I’ve had my workout intensity level ramped up a notch at Curves and I’m attempting to get there 4 times a week — I have managed to get out for a couple of nice long walks — that was a week ago when we had spring-like temps.  Now that we’re in the deep freeze again. . .

My brief stint of not eating dessert (it was a month and a half) has taught me that I don’t really crave sweets as much as I had convinced myself I did.  I am satisfying my sweet tooth with fresh fruit and a daily serving of yogurt and granola.  It is certainly enough.  I will still limit how much and how often I have dessert.  I will replace cookies with my tea with a piece of fruit instead.  I will continue to chew on raw vegetables when I get the munchies.  (this is not my favorite thing to do — but it’s better for me, I know).

So, that’s my new approach.  I don’t feel like too much of a quitter.  I feel positive and energized.  And hopeful.