Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Weight Loss & I

We are not two peas in a pod, we are not like-minded, we don’t even eat at the same restaurants. However, if weight loss & I were to have a relationship status on Facebook it’d be “It’s complicated.” I’ve always been the “big” girl in my family and among my friends. I lost weight once, 35 pounds totally gone I looked awesome but I gained it all back so now I’m on the road again.  

In January of this year, looking in the mirror I would comment Wow, look at that Buddha belly or Holy moon face, Batman! I also noticed I was rundown, burned out, tired and a glutton. I ate everything and anything because “why not?” That is the lamest excuse ever. That’s like saying well, all my friends jumped off the bridge “why not?” I was fed up with myself, my image, my lameness. All of it. All of it had to go.

Initially weight loss was the goal, the one and only goal and apparently there could only be one. As I started changing my diet and exercising more I kept having these little personal victories pop up like ethereal text messages. You just ran 3 miles. You have been able to sustain a nutritious 1,200 calorie-day and still be full. None of it was overnight it took me 3 months to watch what I put in my mouth and bring my calories down to 1,200. It took me the same amount of time to get up to a 3-mile continuous run. 

Healthy eating quickly became another goal. Making better food choices, paying attention to what I put in my mouth were very important. I wanted this because I figured out my body responds better when it’s got good food in it. Lean meats, veggies and a truckload of fruit make me smile physically and mentally way more than Jack-in-the-Box. Then came exercise. I got addicted to the rush. I love my runners high. I love feeling my strength grow. Now, weight loss is kind of in the backseat. It’s still trying to be a backseat driver but I’m more focused on how great eating and exercising makes me feel and I believe weight loss will come eventually and if it doesn’t hey, that’s okay.

However, that desire, that want to lose weight never fully goes away. I could be blissfully entertaining “eating healthy” and “exercising more” in my home when the doorbell rings and who’s there? Weight Loss with a box, trying to sell me stuff I don’t need. Trying to get me to pay more attention, to eat more or eat less, to do math equations, eat less carbs, bring in science, make a spreadsheet, measure things. It’s trying all the schemes. It’s bringing in all my friends. So-and-so lost weight this way however this person did it this way. Weight loss comes to your door backed with endorsements. It’s a pyramid scheme. Once you buy into it you’ll start enlisting your friends to how THEY should be losing weight. The next thing you know you’re the one with a box, knocking on your friend’s door, interrupting their healthy dinners telling them about all the fine things they should be doing to lose weight.

I’ve decided to put a stop to that for myself. I’ve lost 20 pounds. Would I like to lose more? Sure. It wasn’t easy to lose the 20 pounds I lost but in losing that weight it opened me up to much better things. Exercise and healthy eating those are things I will maintain for the rest of my life, not because I want to lose weight but because I WANT to feel good, I want to feel confident; I want to live a long life. Losing weight is not a forever mission. You can’t spend your entire life losing weight. What you can do is spend your life maintaining a healthy and exuberant lifestyle.

What works for you might not work for me and vice versa if your main mission is to lose weight like mine was, then good luck but know that once you lose the weight it will come down to maintenance so you don’t gain it back. Are you going to measure out your foods for the rest of your life? Are you going to reject your child’s birthday cake in front of their smiling faces because it’s too many carbs? Are you going to abstain from enjoying in eating? If yes, then I wish you the best. If you envision a lifetime of limiting yourself or using math and science as your tools, good for you, go for what makes you happy and what gives you the results you want.

Personally, I’ve found my tastes have simply changed. Instead of chips I crave baby carrots, I turned my breads and pasta to whole grain and they’re so much more filling. My meats are lean, like my muscles. I understand my change will not be the same change for anyone else who started on a weight loss mission and found themselves smack dab in the middle of fitness-burbia or a nutrition wasteland. I will no longer start a sentence with “What I did to lose weight was …” or “what worked for me was…” instead unless you want my honest advice, I’ll just LISTEN. That’s what people who are struggling need. Someone to JUST listen.

There are a lot of paths, a lot of routes and A LOT of unsolicited advice (knock, knock) from EVERYONE you know. Here’s what you do – put on your headphones, tune everyone out and do what works best for you in regards to losing weight, eating better and exercising more. Find your own groove and revel in the fact that once you find it you’ll never have to worry about getting your groove back.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Your Daily Dose of Duke #18

Duke, one word that holds so much power over me. Duke has been a busy boy. He is now almost completely recovered and able to go on four mile jaunts with me. I love having my pooch back as a running partner probably almost as much as Duke loves running. He also got to go across the sound to visit family. He got to see his BFF, Buddy a 110-pound chocolate lab. He got to see his favorite people in the world all my little cousins who swoon over Duke and fight over who gets to walk him. He also terrified my cousin Angela who let him off his leash to run with the other dogs at the beach only to watch him run right off the beach and back to my aunt's house. He is a shady, sheisty little jerk of a dog sometimes.


Come with me if you want to live.





It's a hard life for the Duke.


Duke hates water so riding the ferry usually makes him a ball of whining nerves.


No whining nerves this time.



Saturday, May 26, 2012

Your Daily Dose of Duke #17

My pooch is on the road to recovery. However, he has gone from "Monster Foot" to "Frankenstein Foot." All his stitches are gone as well as his bandages but he's still not allowed to go on a full run-fest, which he desperately, desperately wants to do.

I was JUST getting comfortable.


And do the Creep!


I heard fireworks are you okay?


Monster foot has become Frankenstein Foot.

Frankenstein Foot!


Why must you bother me while I sleep?


Go Away!


 





Tuesday, May 22, 2012

I’ll Never be THAT Person


******Warning I’m still (hopefully forever) on a health kick so this is a exercise post not a post about me realizing my dog obsession or my husband obsession makes me THAT person******

When I first started running, I always said I would never be THAT runner. You know the one. The one that runs in the pouring rain. The one that runs on a busy road for all the world to see. The one that runs up hills and blows a neck vein.

Can you see the fear?
These people were obsessed, crazy, stupid. Why, would you do that? I would watch them from my car as I drove by, poor schmucks. Hitting the pavement in the rain. I could almost see their neck veins straining up that hill. Idiots, all of them. I would watch. I would look at the ladies who needed better sports bras, the men who were taunt, I would study their form, pass judgment and say, “THAT will never be me.”

I am a self conscious runner. The reason I went from the treadmill to the trails is because I don’t like people SEEING me run. There are things moving and sometimes my form is off and let’s just say I am a nervous wrecking ball and I usually batter myself against myself until I fall down.  Running brought out a lot of insecurities about my body image, my looks, my facial expressions, my running form, everything.


This is why, when I ran my first 5K race, I bombed it. Everyone could see me. The woods are my time to be alone and carefree and people were all up in my personal bubble. However, I worked with myself and on myself and 2 weeks later I was able to run an entire 5-mile road race with an average pace of 10 and a half minutes per mile and I smiled almost the whole time.

Can you see the joy?
Last night, it was a typical Pacific Northwest evening full of gray clouds and falling rain.  As I laced up my running shoes and put on my windbreaker, I hoped the drizzle would remain a drizzle. I walked almost a mile down my hill. While stretching, I sighed, so much gray. I started running through downtown Kingston then out onto the highway then humped it up a gradient hill I kept trudging and huffing and puffing and slowing down and speeding up. I did loops and turns, hills and descents. At the end, I ran four miles in the rain on the side of busy roads, up hills. I had become THAT person and not just THAT person but a person who then walked almost a mile uphill to get home.

As I was running, my legs still store from my 5-mile race 3 days earlier, I thought about all the cars passing me. All the people that could see me. They could be criticizing my form, making fun of me, shaking their heads in disdain. They could be doing all the things I used to do when I saw someone running on the side of a busy road. Normal Leila would have let her crazy neurotic brain take over and make her turn around and go home. But Runner Leila, Runner Leila had an epiphany.

They can stare, they can honk, they can click their tongues, laugh and shake their heads. The bottom line is I am doing something to better myself. I am doing something either they can’t do, would like to do or wish they could do. Let them criticize. I may be wet, sore and tired after my run but I did it with only myself and my motivation fueling me up that hill or in that rain or where you can see me. Bottom line, I’m awesome and I know it.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Your Daily Dose of Duke #16

My Vet, has once again called me out for letting my dog rule my life ... Duke's foot since his surgery has become what we've dubbed "MONSTER FOOT" or I call it Monster Footitis. The foot that had surgery looks like it belongs to a golden retriever while Duke is a 34 pound mutt.To reiterate what has been said in previous posts (Ahem):

I AM A CRAZY DOG LADY.

Seeing my pooch all bandaged up and knowing we have to put a cone on him not only at night but also when we leave the house, fills me with pain and dread. I just know we're going to come home and find duke choking himself somehow with the cone. I also feel terrible because we've had 5 days of beautiful weather and Duke can't even go for a short walk (okay, he recently got cleared for no more that 3 10-minute walks a day broken up and spaced out). But, I digress, now I fret over this Monster Foot. I thought elevation would help, so now Duke has his own little body pillow and he half spoons with it in order to elevate his Monster Foot. The vet's office thought this was the funniest thing they had ever heard of, especially because my dog is a willing participate. Their exact words "Well, I guess we know who wears the pants in that household."

Allow me to show you:












Saturday, May 12, 2012

Your Daily Dose of Duke #15

Yes, yes Duke had minor surgery (teeth cleaned then while he was under nails scaled back and a very large nasty cyst was removed from one of his joints). I will say my Vet doesn't take crap from anyone. They called me out right off the bat when I thought Duke was in so much torturous pain from his somewhat minor procedures that I felt he needed pain pills. He didn't. The vet looked me in the eye and said "He's playing you." He knows just how to motivate you to give him food or pay attention to him. Don't give into his shifty ways. While he is a dog very in touch with his ... feelings ... he's perfectly fine. Then when they called to tell me the cyst wasn't cancerous, they scolded me for waiting so long to get the cyst removed. I love people who hold me responsible for my own actions.

Who said I felt guilty and was spoiling him?








Duke has MONSTER FOOTITIS... Look how swollen.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Your Daily Dose of Duke #14

Duke has surgery today. So I've been trying to make these last days special. He is getting his teeth cleaned, a cyst removed and his nails scaled back. He will not be able to walk for a bit so I was making sure he got out and stretched his legs. It's a good thing he lost weight before this surgery because he'll probably gain some.

Duke, doing Tai Chi on the beach. 5.6.2012

How you doing? 5.6.2012

Did you want me to pose? 5.6.2012

NO! I don't want to... 5.6.2012

Just thinking about the meaning of life. 5.6.2012

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You will give me that treat and these are not the dogs you are looking for. 5.6.2012

Beach romp before surgery. 5.10.2012

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Did I ruin your shot? 5.10.2012

Love him 5.10.2012

After a hard day there is no need to get fully into bed.

This bed is only half made ... fix it.