Lifetime membership!

At my Wednesday WW weigh-in, I was ecstatic to learn that I hit another milestone…I am now a lifetime member of Weight Watchers! 

Once you reach goal, you have six weeks of maintenance, where you have to maintain your weight – within two pounds either way. After those six weeks, if you are still at your goal weight, you become a lifetime member. What this means, is that I don’t have to pay for my meetings anymore. YIPPEE!!!! 

However, if I go more than two pounds above my goal weight, then I will have to pay. But I don’t even know what that amount is and don’t have any intention of finding out what that fee is! I do, however, have every intention of continuing to go to my meetings. They are a very big part of my healthy eating, healthy living lifestyle. I thoroughly enjoy my meetings and have developed several good friendships because of them. And I treasure those friendships.

So, now what? Now, I just have to keep doing what I have been doing…balancing my eating habits, incorporating exercise and remaining happy. I do have to admit, I have been a little lax and not so strict with my food lately. I have been allowing myself to indulge in some of my favorite treats more than I have in the past few months. But I don’t feel guilty for it. I am still staying within my daily points target.

For instance, the other day, someone at work made a red velvet cake to share with everyone. It looked so yummy, I just had to have some. So I did. And I did so without any guilt. The cake was cut into 20 pieces – four rows by five rows in a 9X13 inch pan. I cut one of the pieces in half and ate just that. And I figured out that the size piece that I ate was worth two points. Not bad.

Normally, I would have had that piece and then, I would have gone back for more and in the end, probably would have eaten a total of two or maybe even three pieces. But I didn’t do that this time. I ate just the half of piece I cut in the first place and I was happy with it. I was satisfied. That is what I call progress.

Now that is not to say I have done that with everything I have eaten lately. Someone else at work has Brach’s candy corn at her desk, which she shares with everyone. The first day the bowl was out, I grabbed a small handful. The next day, it turned into a couple more handfuls…bigger handfuls. Day three, I think I may have eaten the whole bowl with as many times as I walked by her desk…intentionally. And on day four, I didn’t have any. Instead, I had a talk with myself. I also didn’t have any on day five. Again, that is what I call progress. Sort of. I even logged my candy corn points. One ounce of candy corn equals one point. I estimated the amount each day and altogether, I ended up eating about 10 points worth for those three days. 

I know I am going to have ups and downs. But I feel that I am now better prepared for those hills and valleys. I know that I have to eat my fruits and veggies and watch my portions. I know that I have to incorporate exercise. I know it is not always going to be easy, but I like it. I like the new me. Actually, I am starting to love the new me. So far, I am enjoying the ride and hope it continues for a long time.

An unexpected compliment

This weekend, my husband, sister-in-law and I went out to eat at a Denny’s restaurant in the Twin Cities area. We had a great waitress. 

Because of what I ordered, I think our waitress knew I was health conscious. I decided on the Denny’s Grand Slam, where I got to choose four different items from a select menu. I ordered the oatmeal with no butter or brown sugar. Instead, I used sugar-free maple syrup and skim milk. I ordered the turkey bacon instead of the regular bacon. I also chose the fresh fruit and an English muffin with no butter. Instead, I put a little peanut butter on it. I would have usually used both containers of peanut butter that were brought to me, but this time, I only used one.

I ate everything, except all of my oatmeal. But it wasn’t because it didn’t taste good, I was just so full. Full with a capital F. When the meal was just about done, our waitress came by and asked if we needed anything else or if any of us wanted to order dessert. 

My reply was, "No thanks, not for me!"

Her reply, which I took as a HUGE compliment, was, "Oh, I know YOU didn’t want any dessert!"

For some reason, that made me SO excited. Most often, waitresses just look at me and they know I am going to order some huge chocolatey ooey gooey dessert, even though I just got done woofing down a huge hamburger and side of fries or some huge helping of cheesy pasta. They are often disappointed if I don’t order a dessert.

But not this time and that made me feel oh so good!

The big 5K!

I can’t believe it, but I actually ran a 5K. My whole family – my husband, my son and I – all ran it. It was awesome! A truly memorable event. One I will treasure forever.

I’ve never been a runner…not even in when I was in school. I was on the track team, but not as a runner or anything. I was actually the boys’ track team manager. I didn’t participate in sports; I’m just not really that coordinated. But, we did it. I did it. It was a huge accomplishment for me and I am proud of myself for doing it.

Before the race started, I was a nervous wreck. My stomach was in knots. I literally felt like puking. It didn’t help that my husband and I were both very tired. The race was on Saturday morning and on Friday, I was up until about midnight waiting for my husband to come home from visiting his mother in the hospital. (She’s going okay, by the way. She’s on a very slow road to recovery.) By the time he got home and we quit talking and decided to get to bed, it was shortly before 1 a.m. My alarm went off at 6 a.m. because we had to be at the race by 7 a.m.

There were quite a few people signed up for the 5K run…I would guess close to a hundred. When the gun went off and we started, I tried to keep a steady pace and not get caught up in all the excitement. I think I did a pretty good job considering I felt this rush of adrenaline and wanted to go with the crowd. But I knew that if I did that, I probably would have walked in at the finish line instead of run. After about 30 seconds, my pace was apparently too slow for my son, however, so I told him he could take off and we would meet him at the finish line. My husband…my awesomely, wonderful husband…stuck by my side the entire race. I was grateful for that. And I was happy that my son was confident enough to run without anyone he knew by him. I wasn’t sure he would be able to run the whole thing because his asthma has been acting up, but he did and he did an awesome job. And I am so proud of him.

Some people walked the entire race. Others ran the entire race. And there were some that walked and ran. I ran most of it, except when I stopped to drink some water along the route. I kept walking while I was drinking at least and it was only for about 10 seconds. Oh, and I walked for about another 10 seconds when we had about a mile left. I just needed to catch my breath for a second.

We, as in my husband and I, finished the race with a time of 40:10. My son finished the race with a time of 32:21. He probably could have done it in 30 minutes, but he said he didn’t know how to pace himself. He’s never ran a race before either. We tried to finish ahead of the guy who literally carried his runt of mutt with him for half of the race, but to no avail. Despite carrying his dog and walking part of the race, he still beat us. Maybe next time.

Regardless of what our times were, I was excited beyond belief that I actually ran in a 5K. And now, I can’t wait to do another one! I think I have been bitten by the running bug. 

When life happens

Wow, it is amazing to see what happens when a crisis strikes a family. My mother-in-law is still in the hospital and we are waiting for her to have surgery – a brain bypass. It’s a long and complicated story that I will not get into. However, I will ask for everyone thoughts and prayers again. She needs them.

Since this crisis has struck, what has amazed me, is to see how everyone pulls together. Your friends, your family and your WORK family. I have been utterly impressed with how our newspaper family has pulled together and offered their support, their prayers and their help…it has exceeded all expectations and we are forever grateful. And indebted to all of them. Thank you one and all from the bottom of our hearts

So, how’s the eating going? Well, I have actually surprised myself. In times like this, I usually turn to comfort foods…ice cream, chips, cake, candy, pizza. You know, all that stuff that when you first eat it, makes you feel oh-so-much-better. Well, I haven’t. 

I have been eating healthy foods. At home and at the hospital. I have even packed food with me so I know that I have healthy options available if need be. We have gone out to eat twice. The first time, I did well. Actually, really well. The second time, not so much. Well, I guess it wasn’t that bad.

We ate at one of my all-time favorite restaurants, Don Pablos. I think I could eat mexican food every day of my life. I ordered the grilled chicken tacos, which came with two sides. I chose black beans, which are healthy. And then I just had to have my favorite side…the corn bread. I actually call it corn mush because it doesn’t really have the consistency of corn bread; it’s softer and kind of mushier. Hench the corn mush title. 

I ate half my black beans, two of the three tacos and of course, all of my corn mush. Typically, I would have ate all of that and ordered dessert, so I guess I didn’t do too bad. 

For the next few days, I will be taking several trips back and forth to St. Paul. I will continue to pack a lunch or snacks as I need them and I plan to continue doing what I have been. Eating healthy most of the time and splurging every now and then…it helps keep me sane!

Once again, I appreciate everyone’s thoughts, prayers and well wishes. My husband’s family is going to need all they can get in the next few days and coming weeks. Thank you.

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Off the topic for a minute

I am asking for everyone’s prayers. My mother-in-law was taken by ambulance on Saturday to a hospital in St. Paul. She had a couple of mini-strokes and there is a little bit of damage to the left side of her brain. Because we don’t know exactly what is going to happen yet…they found a blockage in an artery in her brain…I am asking for everyone to say a little prayer for Lynn, her husband, her three children and the rest of her family.

Thank you.

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