In Mom's Heels

A shoe obsessed mom's Weight Watchers Journey with Celiac Disease


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Nutrition Workshop

Every year, my company dedicates one month to health & wellness. In past years it’s been all about activities or massages.

This year, I suggested a bootcamp, nutrition workshop, blood donor clinic, financial wellness clinics (to reduce stress) in addition to the “Walk the Block” and chair massages.

Last week, we hosted a nutrition clinic. I thought it went well. True, I didn’t learn anything “new”, but the information in the workshop reinforced some old thoughts, gave concrete examples on old ideas and why they are/aren’t that great or do/don’t work. As with anything, there is a love/hate or pro/con with anything. Fad diets like Atkins and Dr. B aren’t safe, even if they’re followed by a doctor. I mean, how can you sustain them once they’re done? Diet plans like Weight Watchers and calorie counting may not always be the best methods, but they underlying premise is there, along with support systems.

What was reinforced; eat as close to nature as possible (I know, it’s not rocket science people!) and don’t beat yourself or deprive yourself – only in moderation. Our society is so busy, always looking for instant gratification, the next miracle diet or pill for the cure.

The feedback from my colleagues who attended this workshop was not terribly supportive. “Why?” you ask. In my opinion, they were looking for the instant gratification. The golden ticket. All the answers in a one-hour workshop with strangers they’ve never met. Guess what? We’re all different. To two strangers walk into a company for the first time and meet a room full of strangers in a workshop and have meal plans created for all those strangers doesn’t make sense. To have an RHN tell a group of 12 different people with different lives, circumstances and allergies, etc. what not to eat and what to eat doesn’t make sense.

That’s why individual coaching/mentoring was suggested. It makes sense.

Now, that’s only my perception/opinion. I am not 100% sure what the expectations of some of my colleagues who attended the workshop was; in my opinion, they were unrealistic. The miracle answer? It doesn’t exist. We need to do what works for us. Don’t get me wrong. It’s hard doing it on my own. It may not be hard for you, or your neighbour; but for me it is. Go back to basics. Eat your fruits and vegetables. Try spending the same amount of time you spend looking for the miracle answers on the actual answers in front of you; maybe we won’t need the workshop next year. 😉

Good Luck.

~S


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tweezers and vagina plucking

I admit, I’ve been lazy recently. Lazy in terms of working out, but not in moving. Still moving.

psa-due-to-recent-setbacks-my-summer-beach-body-will-be-delayed-another-year-598c0I haven’t done laundry for a couple of weeks and am running out of clean clothes. I went on a scavenger hunt for pants and found capri’s in my closet that I haven’t worn since my father’s funeral in 2013. they weren’t “Plus” sized – and they FIT!!

Today, I went browsing in the mall at lunch. I wandered into a couple of stores to check out shorts; all my shorts are about 4 sizes too big! Yeah for me!

Except, ALL the shorts I found were knit or so short, I need tweezers and a 10x magnification mirror to pluck the fucking things out of my vagina.

I don’t always want to wear capris. Or ankle pants. Dresses & skirts are too short my liking. I wanted shorts. Long enough to come just above my knees. I couldn’t even find them long enough to cover my hoo-ha and butt-cheeks, let alone my legs.

I am a weird shaped plus person. I have this gut that is all loose skin that I can’t afford to have removed via tummy-tuck so I don’t fit most plus sized plants in the gut/hip/ass area. My calves/cankles are huge and most skinny jeans are too tight there. T-shirts, I don’t have large boobs to fill plus-sized shirts, but want them long enough to cover the loose skin/front butt bulge at the front. I wish my Pinterest closet were real *sigh*.

Designers – are you listening???? Do you need help? I can offer my services…can i get free clothes?? Will work for shoes!

Cheers!

~S

 

 


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A Month Ago

A month ago, I was running the dreadmill 4-5x per week.

A month ago, I was lifting weights 4-5 x per week.

A month ago, I was weighing myself weekly.

A month ago, I was content.

A month ago, I got sick with the flu and then a cold.

I may finally have recovered from the nasty flu/cold where I honestly believed my body was rebelling against itself. Except in this past month, I have lifted weights twice, been on the dreadmill once and haven’t stepped on a scale. At all.

I’m still careful about what I eat…sort of.  All of those Easter chocolate caramels attacked me like the gnomes from the Goosebumps movie – I swear!E_build_sequence_ShowreelStills2k_v1.1005

Time to get off my ass and as Jane says, stop eating those “fuckin chips” like its going out of style, right?

~S


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Mother’s Day Presents

This morning I attended a mother’s day presentation at my youngest daughters school. She had a letter that she wrote to me that she read out loud for the whole class and all the other moms in attendance.

I was shocked at some of the things she said. She said I was a strong woman. She looked up to me; I’m confident and I show her every day what it’s to be a strong woman. I teach her to be beautiful by loving yourself.

*insert sobbing, blubbering mess*

It just goes to prove, they’re always listening to what we say and do, even if we think they aren’t.

A student who was “escorting” me to the holding room (aka, library) told me my daughter was one of the nicest people shes met.

I’m doing something right. Even when I thought I was doing it all wrong.

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Cheers,

~S


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Look at that view!

No, silly. I’m not talking about me (this time)!! I was away for work, and while these were long exhausting days cramming meetings in from 8am-11pm, we had a couple of hours in the mid-afternoon. The hotel was 2 km away so I went back and popped into the hotel fitness centre.

No Excuses.  I mean – look at the view!! I bought my TRX and resistance bands. I used the bench & free weights along with their treadmill and trail by the lake. I took the stairs to my fourth floor room.

I forgot what running outside without the momentum of the treadmill belt was like. Even if i do run with a slight incline on the treadmill.

I made sure to make good choices. I chose salads, veggies and omelets; protein like steak and chicken. I went to Wal-Mart and bought fruit, veggies and nuts for snacks. Some of my pants keep falling off or fitting loose. I haven’t stepped on a scale. a couple of Tuesday’s ago, I tried a Zumba class with a fellow soccer mom and neighbour. It was my first time trying Zumba. I sweated buckets and looked like a fool. It was alot of fun.

I’m back to work and I am exhausted. I’m also very content. Peaceful.

Cheers,

~S

 


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Wobbily Bits and Perky ….

I weighed in yesterday. Down 0.9lbs. I know I can get discouraged and hung up on a number, and I know it’s more than just the scale.

I’ve been working out like crazy! I attend classes on Mondays (tabbata), Wednesdays (when I can, burn n’ firm) and Thursdays (boot camp). On my own, I’m at the gym on the dreadmill for 30 mins min – even before my classes, a min of 30 mins. I do weights at home mostly. Lately, I’ve been concentrating on doing abs nightly to strengthen my core. My core is quite pathetic, really. They’re in hibernation. For 20 years.

IMG_1244[1]I was dying, I mean, lying down the other night looking at my phone when I turned on the camera. I took a pic and thought – “ha! this is why all those fit Instagram people always take pics of themselves lying down! I look muscular!”

It’s such a hard thing to do. Not compare. I look at my friends and wish I was as skinny, perky (snicker), outgoing, muscular, etc. But I’m not. I’m me. I’m smart, introverted, kinda shy, round, jiggly, determined. I have NEVER looked like those friends (even back in highschool). I am not built like that. Those aren’t my genes. Victoria’s Secret & Spanx are my BFF’s. What I can do; try to live actively and healthy. Teach my kids the same while being decent, patient, kind, tolerant, understanding, empathetic, strong women and human beings. It’s a struggle. I don’t always practice what I preach, but I’m trying my best. Every day.

Cheers,

~S


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Ever had one of those days?

Ever have one of those days? Or in my case, months? Everything is irritating?

I know someone who walks everyday for an hour. They said to me that they didn’t think the walking was working. They also said they don’t eat any differently. I replied that could be the problem; They haven’t changed their eating habits. They said it doesn’t matter, with all the walking they’ve been doing, they should be losing one pound a week. I said why not add some weight lifting/training in. They said they didn’t want to build muscle before they lose the fat.  Now doesn’t that sound a little like which came first, the chicken or the egg?

I can relate though, although in the opposite way. I have changed my eating pattern (mostly) and am running/lifting weights/attending classes, and the scale has barely budged! Yes, I’m down 15 or so pounds (in 5 months!?), and the measurements are shrinking. I know I shouldn’t focus solely on the number on the scale that screams at me in red, YOU WEIGH HOW MUCH? Stupid judgmental scale. Discouraging and frustrating all at the same time. Yes, I’m about ready to give up.

AND, my dear people…notice how FRUSTRATED is spelled? It’s pronounced [fruhs-trey-tid] NOT FUSTRATED. Drive me insane.

I weighed in last week; down 0.4 lbs for a total of 16 lbs. I weighed in yesterday, up 0.5 lbs for a total of 15.5 lbs.  I’ve changed my workout routine recently with the help of a trainer. The lady at Weight Watchers told me to introduce more protein. Let’s try that this week and see if it makes a difference.

Cheers,

~S


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Wednesday weigh-in

It’s been a couple of weeks since I posted. I weighed in on Feb 1 and was down 3.3 lbs and I weighed in late this week (today) and am down 1.5 lbs.

Coming back after my back injury has been good. I am sluggish with my running. I am killing the weights and classes at the rec centre (except the evil class where the evil Cruella DeVille hurt me).

I found it hard to post last week. I turned 40 on January 31. I know, I know. I look waaayy too young to be 40! Thank you, you’re too kind. Thank you to all my friends and family who emailed, texted, messaged, sang, gave cupcakes, cakes, gifts, etc.Mom & in-laws popped by for dinner and cake on that fateful Tuesday. Mom took some photos of me on my phone when the cake was brought to me. Later on, when I was alone and saw the picture, I cried. Man, I looked awful in that picture. I know – I’m more than a number. I’ve lost inches. I’m more active than ever. It still hurt.

Turning 40 bothers me. Those who tell me “it’s just a number” aren’t 40 yet and can fuck off (in the nicest way). I don’t know why I feel like I need to feel old or what does old even feel like?  I don’t feel any older than I am. I came across this older article in the Huffington Post, How it Really Feels to Turn 40 and I love the comment:

“I’ve never been one to get caught up in worries about appearances very much, but I can guarantee that anyone who says they don’t mind the physical repercussions of aging is lying. No woman likes making her resting face and having her daughter ask why she’s mad. No woman enjoys slipping money to a bouncer who once waved her to the front of the line (I can imagine this might be true anyway — personally, my bedtime leaves no opportunity for clubs). No woman enjoys when a mammogram machine gets to second base with her.”

I read about people turning 40 and coming to terms with it. How it’s a “new chapter” and adventure; blah, blah, blah. Coming to terms with changes; blah, blah, blah. Well, la-ti-da. Good for you. Bugger off. I’m not ready to accept that I’m 40. Not even close. I’m throwing an adult-sized tantrum. I’m stomping up the stairs, slamming my bedroom door, getting in my jammies, drinking my vodka and reading a book.

Cheers,

~S

 

 


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Goodbye 2016; Year in Review (and Weight Watchers Week 16)

I did not go to my meeting this week. On purpose. I know when I go next week I’ll probably have undone all the good in this one week that took me 15 weeks to do. But today – today is January 1 and it’s the first page in my 365 page blank book to write my story.  What will my story look like? I’m not sure. It is my story, after all. I can re-write my future. Cause those ripples in time.

I look back on my 2016 year and think not a lot happened to make it stand out. I did spend some of this past year in the dark, mentally speaking. My depression was taking me to a very bleak place. I reached out and asked my doctor for help. If you know me, asking for help is like me not swearing in traffic. Very difficult.

I spent time with my family this year, swimming in the yard, playing with the kids.

Enjoying time with my husband as we went to Blue Jay games, hopping in the car to follow said Toronto Blue Jays to Cleveland. Going on our cruise.

I applied for a promotion at work and got it.

I’ve investigated my headaches (which have been great these past couple months).

Meeting new people and being able to call them friends.

Most of all, I think I found some of my confidence this year. I KNOW I’m not perfect, but I am damn good at what I do for a living. My kids seem to be decent human beings (most of the time).

After my dad passed away, I was petrified of my mom getting sick again. I didn’t know if I could handle it alone. However, when the inevitable happened back in March, I learned I CAN handle it. I also learned I didn’t have to do it alone. When I said the word, my big brother was there, every step of the way with me. Even my younger brother was with me as we texted our sick humour to get through the time.

I am so thankful for my wonderful husband and kids; my mom and my brothers, nieces & nephews, grandma, aunts, uncles and cousins; my BFF’s, hockey & soccer families; my memories of my dad; my SIL’s bone marrow transplant was a success and she is still here shining her bright light on all of us.

I won’t make resolutions. I’m going to make plans and write down goals. Some I’ll achieve and some I won’t. I promise though, to always be, Me. (shush, that’s not a threat!!).

HAPPY NEW YEAR!  I hope you are all blessed with love, light & happiness. Always remember how loved you are.

Cheers,

~S.


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‘Tis the Season (Week 14 & 15)

Merry Christmas!

Week 14 found me up 0.3 lbs and week 15 I managed to stay even. This was a feat in itself considering the sheer number of snaccidents that happened.

Is it me or did the final holiday lunch/potluck push start last week? It’s easier for me to resist the foods since most don’t know I am gluten free or have Celiac Disease. Some simply admitted they forgot. It seems like the holiday season has become one GIANT food extravaganza!

Why can’t we celebrate in ways other than ingesting copious amounts of food. Ugh. While I watched a smorgasbord of food be consumed at our annual potluck here at work this past week, I stuck to a small 1/2 c. bowl of chili (although I probably shouldn’t have because I suspect it had wheat), pulled pork, rice, and a salad that I made so I know its ok for me.

I also made 2 batches of Peppermint Bark, a recipe from M. I brought most of it to work and it seems very popular with this crowd. You want to hear something weird??  I haven’t tried any yet.

I’m trying to be good and make wise, mindful decisions. Tips this past week at our meeting were: Eat healthy before going out to the party, do not sit in front of the food, eat until satisfied, pre-plan what you want to eat, drink tons of water…and if all else fails, tomorrow is another day.

Please, be safe. DO NOT DRINK AND DRIVE.

Have a safe & Happy Holiday Season. Hug your loved ones and let them know what they mean to you.

Cheers,

S.