Sunday, July 1, 2012

Healthy? Lifestyle?

I have my mother's chubby cheeks and knees.  I see them when I catch a fleeting glimpse in a window or mirror.

Don't get me wrong, that's not necessarily a bad thing... unless that's not what I was aiming for. 

I distinctly remember NOT mentioning my mother's cheeks and knees to Andy, my personal trainer, in answer to his question: "what are you hoping to get out of this program?"  What I remember (and sometimes regret) is answering that I missed my waistline, and wanted Madonna Arms.

So while in my 4 months in this 13 month Healthy Lifestyle program, wherein I've taken great pains to live up to the standards of healthy eating, and thinking, and physical activity, I have to admit that I'm greatly disappointed that  I've only lost maybe 10 pounds... maybe.  Depending on the time of day and the day of the week.

Damn it! I've gone from absolutely no physical activity to two thirty minute sessions a week, then to two sixty minute sessions a week of what can only be called physical abuse.

And seriously, it's not like I eat donuts for breakfast, snickers for lunch, and a whole pizza for dinner!  I have very healthy eating habits, which has been basically the same thing every day:  Granola and yogurt for breakfast, an apple for a midmorning snack, a chicken breast with rice and vegetables for lunch, or a salad, and dinner.... well that's where I fall down, but not to any great extent.  I drink about 28 ounces of water a day, not as much as I should, but more than I used to. My dietician even told me she thought I wasn't eating enough!

Seriously, I have increased my activity, I don't drink pop, I've completely cut out cookies, cakes, or basically anything sweet (which really isn't a sacrifice for me) I've increased my water, and have kept a positive attitude, remembering that muscle weighs more than fat, and slow and steady wins the race. But no progress.

I have an appointment with my dietician on Monday morning.  Apparently she has the ability to prescribe something that will kick start my weight loss.  I'm guessing some kind of amphetimine, which actually sounds like fun!  What I'm supposed to be working on today is fabricating the Food Logs that I have told the rest of the particpants in my group, that I've been keeping religiously. 

Wish me luck

3 comments:

smalltownme said...

I've got my Norwegian aunt's stocky calves and wide feet. My cheekbones, thank goodness, come from the other side of the family.

In the last six weeks I've got from a complete vegetative state to something miraculous for me. Last week, for example, I accomplished 2 Zumba classes, 2 Curves circuits, and one goddess belly dance class.

What I haven't done is give up wine or any of the other delicious things that I adore.

So I haven't seen any weight loss. I do sense, however, the tiniest bit more comfort around the waistbands of my summer pants.

Small steps.

Karen (formerly kcinnova) said...

I'm definitely more active now than I was a year ago, but the weight loss is kind of elusive for me, too. I really haven't lost anything in the past 6 months (unless you count the same 5-7 pounds that jump on and off at any given time). I don't know if it is my metabolism or my body's "set point" but it is frustrating!**

Your dietitian may have a good point: if you aren't consuming enough calories, your body might think it is in starvation cycle and be trying to hang onto the extra weight.
Because it has worked for me, I am a believer in giving up the carbs (rice, for example) and adding in some healthy fats (avocado) to help your body understand that you aren't trying to starve it.

**As a confirmed sugar addict, I have been having a tough time this spring when it comes to giving up the sweets... meaning, I have not been giving them up at all. That would certainly explain my own lack of weight loss.

Cha Cha said...

Oh, that sounds really frustrating. Good for you for making positive changes. I hope you start seeing the changes you'd like.

For the record? I think you're foxy and fabulous.

Also? Madonna's arms terrify me.