In Mom's Heels

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

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2017 Year in Review

It’s been a few busy months since I posted. I have about 30 drafts that I was too busy to finish. However, it’s after midnight on a Wednesday and I committed to finishing this one!

2017 was a rollercoaster year.

I started the year off on Weight Watchers, but after a 25 lb. weight loss, I convinced myself it wasn’t working. In all honesty, I feel like I sabotaged myself from a comment DH made. Excuses.

I’ve been helping my mom downsize and get her house prepared to sell – anyone looking for a beautifully remodeled 4,000 sq. ft. home in the GTA??

I feel like I’m finally in a good place at work. In 2018, I would like to do more professional and personal learning.

In August we drove to Atlantic City, NJ for a vacation with friends and their boys. The weather was amazing, the beach was amazing. I’d go back.

In October, my gym membership lapsed, and my DH and I went to Vegas with 2 other couple friends to celebrate our (the ladies) 40th birthdays this year. It was 2 weeks after the Vegas shooting. It was an emotional and heavy feeling to Vegas. We went to the Grand Canyon west tip and it was spectacular! I pulled my back 2 days before the trip and suffered for the next 10 weeks!!

My back is finally healed, and my kids sports take up 6 days a week. I feel like a blob. I’m exhausted all the time. I want to start back in the workouts. I really like lifting. It’s my happy place. I hate cardio. I may give the dreadmill a rest and start looking for HIIT workouts.

I joined a 12-week transformation challenge that my high school buddy Rob & his wife Michelle’s company, Trainers on Site is running. Wish me luck.

No resolutions for 2018. I have the type of personality that if I set a goal and didn’t meet it; I’d constantly beat myself up for it and add it to my list of failures and become depressed over it. I am always learning about myself, and trying to change how I see things about myself. I promote self-love & positive body-image to my baby girls, I need to practice what I preach.

Goodbye 2017. Thank you for the memories and life lessons. Cheers to a wonderful and adventurous 2018.




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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!






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.




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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.



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Weight Watchers Week 10

WI day, up +0.7. Not necessarily what I was expecting, so, let’s see what went wrong.

Oh right! I was a lazy bum this week. I hit 73 activity points (compared to the 101-116 in past weeks!?!) and 47.6K steps.

Monday, I dragged my lazy bum to the basement after E‘s practice to the dreadmill for a 31:02 walk/run (OK, so mostly walk). On Tuesday I did a workout that I’m still feeling today (two days later). I need to update this into arms and try this at the gym! For those who follow my Instagram, as promised, here is the workout that inspired last nights post: workout

The topics at last nights meeting (that I’ve now dubbed “group therapy”), was sleep. According to my FitBit, I get anywhere from 5.5-6.5 hours of sleep a night. My sleep is very restless. I can be restless up to 50+ times per night which can deprive me of up to 1.5 hours of sleep a night.  I rarely watch TV, but I read. Alot. I always read in bed and always on my iPad. Our Leader (gosh, I sound like I’ve been abducted my aliens wanting to meet my leader – no wonder I’m in Group Therapy! 😉  )…where was I? Oh Yes. Our Leader said our house should have zones. The kitchen is ONLY for eating – nowhere else in the house. The bedroom is for sleeping (and nocturnal activities; *wink, wink*) – nothing else. It got me thinking. I should only read in the Living Room where there are no distractions and my fave faux fur throw – no where else. The Family room is for TV – nothing else. Let’s give this a try this week and see if my sleep is any better. Also, close the kitchen after dinner. Which I adopted  a few weeks ago. Another suggestion was to write down thoughts/to do’s before going to bed. If you’re like me and sometimes have too much on your mind before sleeping, I keep a notepad beside my bed to write stuff down. It’s helped me get the worrying thoughts out of my head so that I can fall asleep and get a better nights rest.

My goal for this week – get back to my activity!! I’m going to push the running harder and less of the hill work when on the dreadmill. Have a great week!



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Weight Watchers Week 9

WI day, down -2.5 for a total of 12.5 lbs.

This week was a tough one. I raided the kids Halloween bag more than once. I mean, this wasn’t mom stole A candy. It was ‘mom took ALL the Caramilk’. On Tuesday I messaged my fellow WW A. I wanted to quit, give in and give up so badly. I couldn’t do this anymore. I’m starving. She gave me words of encouragement and a Ryan Gosling meme that got me through the day. Admittedly, on Tuesday, every meal consisted of cocoa, milk and mint (pronounced York Peppermint Patties).

I know, you’re now scratching your head and saying, “but Steph, you were down this week!”. The secret is I busted my butt on fitness. My feet, shins & knees have been sore so I moved from the dreadmill to the bike (on a side note, I went and got a prescription for orthotics and was fitted for them last week). I pushed myself to use machines I’ve never used before. I went to the basement and did the Tony Horton 22 Minutes Hard Corps workouts. Oh, and I mowed my lawn for 3 hours. Yes we have a large yard, but usually it doesn’t take more than an hour or so to mow. Truth is, I haven’t mowed the lawn for months and it was REALLY long. I earned 116 FitPoints last week, 262 minutes of activity and nearly 62K steps.

My goal for this week…track my food and focus on the healthier options. Could you imagine what that loss could have been with all that fitness and no chocolate?? I want to find out 🙂

Have a great week! Cheers,


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Weight Watchers Week 8

I’m into Week 8 of a 3 month Groupon that will end December 13. This week I was up 1.7. I totally own it. We had a Halloween party and C told me about the amazing dip – and I may have eaten a little (way) more than I should have.


Then it was Halloween night and my little one, E kept bringing me candy she knew I liked. Ok – so maybe I could’ve politely refused, but it was my favorite candy!!

Needless to say – I stepped up my game this past week. My activity points hit an all-time high of 101 and my steps reached an all-time high of 63061! I chose to go to the gym at lunch when I knew my nights were busy. I went for 1.5 hours when A had hockey practice. That was the night my run was slightly derailed as the elderly gentleman on the treadmill beside me wanted to chat with me. So, we talked about his practice (accounting for 37 years), how he went back to school 3 years ago for a fine arts degree, his wife and children, etc. So I stayed on the treadmill for a bit longer after he moved to the machines. He invited me back for this week.

This week’s goal: to get back on track. Literally and figuratively. I need to be more diligent in my tracking and re-focus my food choices.

Have a great week! Cheers,



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Weight Watchers Week 7

This week I was downtown Toronto for a mediation case. We were heading to a Toronto Marlies game Wednesday night to watch our niece’s husband play on Providence Bruins so I wouldn’t be able to weigh-in at my evening meeting. So, in the spirit of “No Excuses”, I googled a meeting close to the mediation office I was at and walked the kilometer to the Weight Watchers store and weighed in. Down -0.9.

It doesn’t seem to be a lot compared to all the big losses recently. So I looked back at my tracker. Since Cleveland, tracking has slacked, but Activity has been up. I also noticed that as I’ve gotten busier at work and am travelling for work, I tend to miss meals and then I’m either really hungry later that night or very hungry the next day (depending on which meal I’ve missed).  I haven’t had anything to eat past 8pm in the past few weeks either.

My activity looks like this:

Week FitPoints Active Minutes Steps
Oct 26-Nov 1
Oct 19-25 96 192 51967
Oct 12-18 67 171 41583
Oct 5-11 97 198 47194
Sept 28-Oct 4 83 126 47500
Sept 21-27 68 90 40260
Sept 14-20 90 159 50610
Average 83.5 156 46519

I know – I’m such a geek. I’m a visual learner so seeing this on “paper” allows me to make the adjustments I need. As a result, I increased my weekly activity points from 35 to 60. The other thing I’ve noticed, I need to increase my water.

Next weeks goal – maintain 90+ FitPoints and increase water.



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STOP! Just. Stop.

Last weekend I took A to hockey practice. I waited to tie her skates and filled her water bottle. Once done, I scanned in and went into the gym across the hall. It was a good day. I felt good. I was in a good place.

I ran the treadmill for 30 mins and then popped onto the Hip Abducter/Adducter machine. Here, I completed 5 sets (12/10/8/8/8) starting at 50 lbs and moving up to 80 for the sets of 8. Then I hopped on to the leg press, doing the same sets keeping the weight at 180 lbs (I also added calf raises at the ends for the sets of 8).

I’m going to back up a bit here. After taking care of A and scanning into the gym but before going in the door, I walked past a group of 4 hockey moms (from another team). One looked at me, pointed and said “look, like her; look at that one”. Granted, I wasn’t involved in the conversation so i don’t really know what they were actually saying; they could be commenting on how glamorous I looked in yesterday’s makeup, compression pants, chucks and a jacket with my highschool backpack…but the tone she used leads me to believe that was not the case. I didn’t let it bother me as I went about my workout and continued on with my day.

My question is – WHY? Why are we, Why do we do this to each other? Why do we body shaming & judge each other?  We need to mind our own damn business. There are greater issues in the world; in our own countries; in our own backyards to bother with anyone else. Lady, I feel sorry for your child. That child may never know unconditional love. That child may grow up being constantly judged by you, and in turn, start judging others. Personally, I’m trying my hardest to raise decent human beings in this horrible world, and that’s all I am focused on.