Weigh-In Day and a NSV

Weigh-In Day and I was up a pound, but I’m not upset about it [this week] because Mr. Pea and I attended a scrumptious Auction Dinner, then it was Mr. Pea’s birthday, and over the week I indulged in chocolate Easter eggs, beer, chocolate cake and full on fat chicken cheese enchiladas.  Not together, of course, because everyone knows that beer goes with peanut butter cookies, not chocolate cake. Was it worth it?  YES!!! EVERY BITE!!!

I’m ramping it up this week with exercise and that pound will be history by Tuesday afternoon.

I’m also not upset because of this.  Remember this picture from last fall?  I was just all darned excited that day about rewarding myself with green shoes and I was elated that this brown skirt was too loose. 
I took that skirt in two inches in February.  TWO INCHES.  I pulled it out of my closet last night and ironed it to wear today.  I put it on this morning, pulled the zip and busted out laughing.  It was so loose that it sagged down below the top of my panties. Seriously. However, I was running late and too slacking to iron anything else so I bunched it up with a safety pin at the zip, pulled my top down over it and went on my way. 

I am walking around today with my skirt pinned shut so that it doesn’t fall off.  

How Cool is THAT??

 EMail Anglea Pea

Oh Frabjous Day!

Jumping for Joy
image courtesy Dale Taylor Photography
See that box at the right? The one called “Today”?  It’s been updated.
For those of you who’ve been keeping track, you know I’ve been plateaued FOREVER.  Almost forever.  I’m staying OP – never eating my weeklies, and working off any points over my dailies.  Gain an ounce, lose an ounce. Run, bike, Zumba my fanny all over the place and the darned scale wouldn’t budge.  Wont’ budge  I tell you.
I was reminded by my WWLeader that not all victories are scale victories (though they can often be the sweetest!) and that I needed to look at the big  shrinking picture.  She urged me to measure myself and track that progress as well. 
Since it’s been ages since I posted the stats on the blog, I pulled out the tape measure and WOW!!! I’ve shrunk!  My overall weight has gone down just a pound or so in the past few months, but my BMI is lower, and my body fat percentage (calculated using circumference measurements all over and caliper measurements of skin folds is 25.0%, firmly at the lower end of normal!  I’m almost considered to be in the “fit” range!!

 I’ve come a long way from obese, baby!EMail Anglea Pea

No More Tears

Image courtesty amazon.com
Yes, I know I’ve posted here and elsewhere how it’s about the healthy habits, the exercise, the journey…everything else besides The Number.  I’m a [sometimes] fraud.  Because when that number stalls and stays stalled for daysweeksmonths, it really stinks.  It gets hard to stay positive, and the self incrimination tape starts rolling through your head.  “I’m so fat.  I’m a failure. I can’t do this.”


This time I didn’t quit.  I cried in front of folks at WW. I ranted and raved about the injustice of it all and the unfairness of the struggle.  I hated the scale that just laughed at me and gave me a higher number even when I burned more calories than I ate.

   And I kept going. I exercised.  I counted every bite. I kept going. And this week, after all these weeksmonths, I saw results.  2.6 pounds down.EMail Anglea Pea

My Thoughts About Deprivation

Today was Weigh-In Day, Chickies – down another 0.6 pounds! I’m celebrating every ounce!
 Today’s topic was Deprivation.  Not the kind of deprivation that involves making whoopie on a trapeze or torturing small animals; rather, the mental part of losing weight.  What makes us feel deprived?  Why do we automatically crave chocolate the moment someone says “Oh, you shouldn’t eat that”?  It’s a delima for sure, the contrariness of the human mind.
We need to allow ourselves to have food treats – there is absolutely nothing wrong with eating a piece of cake on your birthday, or having some icecream in the summer.  However, we have to plan for these treats.  Save up points or calories and work them into the weekly menu, or commit to the exercise necessary to burn off those extra calories.  That’s how I handle my treats.  I exercise to earn the points, then indulge in a food treat. 
The lovely sandwich above?  That was my treat for the week.  I ate one just like it (sans onions – blech!) for lunch today, piled high with veggies, banana peppers, turkey, ham and even cheese.  It was worth 9 points for a half sandwich.  I savored every bite, enjoyed the heck out of it. I also rode my bicycle for an hour, earning 8 points, making this a 1 point sandwich.  

There is nothing about eating that we should feel guilty about. Everything is allowed in moderation – and I have to be willing to pay with either exercise or with a weight gain. I’ll take the exercise, thank you. EMail Anglea Pea

A NSV and a Treat

Trail Bridge…I rode here…
The topic last week at WW was celebrating victories and recognizing our own success.  When you get towards the end of the weight loss phase of regaining your health, it gets harder and harder to shed the pounds. I lost my first 50+ pounds quickly and easily, gained some back and then lost some more.  I’m down to the last fifteen pounds, and I’ve been battling them for more than a year now, shedding only ounces at a time.  It gets discouraging. 

One thing that helps is to celebrate NSVs, or “non-scale victories” instead of focusing on the snail pace of your weight loss. My NSV for today?  I wore a fitted pencil skirt to work today, one with a regular waistband and not elastic, AND (you’re going to laugh at this) I wore my shirt tucked in.  I haven’t worn a tucked in shirt in more than fourteen years. 

Then, after WW and another succesful WI (-0.2 lb!) I treated myself to a long lunch with a bicycle ride on the Trinity Trails.  These trails are a Fort Worth treasure, my friends, a treasure
There are over 40 miles (FORTY MILES!) of trails along the Trinity River and its tributaries, both caliche gravel and concrete for walking, running, or cycling.  We even see horsebck riders occasionally – this IS, after all, Fort Worth.  Today I rode from my office to the Stockyards and back to the office.  8 miles, Chickies, 8 miles! 
Trail by LaGrave Field.  I rode here today, too!

EMail Anglea Pea

Stuff It, Miss Olivia!

Miss Olivia is my Inner Brat.  She sometimes totally annoys the heck out of me.  For instance – when I start thinking about working out, Miss Olivia starts whispering the one hundred and ten other things that I should be doing in my head. You should do the laundry first.  Mr. Pea needs clean shirts.  No, you really need to sweep the floor right now.  Oh! And you promised to update the Altar Server schedule this week, and you still need four more volunteers for Christmas Eve.  You need to bathe the dog instead of taking Lady P. for a cruise aroud the neighborhood. 


I’ve been sick this week.  Really sick with a horrible respiratory virus, the kind that started as a little cold and quickly escalated into something nasty.   With fever.  I have a horribly stuffed head (with requisite headache) and just walking up the stairs to my office has me wheezing and coughing and my head pounding.

 So what does Miss Olivia nag me about today?   It’s BEAUTIFUL outside! Yeah, it really is.  *cough* You should go for a walk!  It’s so pretty outside!Go Away, Olivia. No Really!  You should just put on your sneakers and go outside.  Walk to the Library.Olivia, I cannot walk to the Library.  I just want to sit here quietly and read this Request for Qualifications.And pop another mucinex and drink this nice cup of hot tea. Awww, Come On!  Blue skies, cool air, warm sun on your face…you should go for a walk. Walk to the collisuem and back.  It’s only 5K. Olivia, I CAN NOT walk today.  I think I would collapse halfway across the bridge and then have to be carted to the hospital in an ambulance. Ambulance?  With flashy lights?  Ooooo!  THAT could be fun, and then we could – STUFF IT, OLIVIA!  And pass me another tissue.  EMail Anglea Pea

Learning to Run – The Red Hat

Teen Daughters #1 and #2
Greetings, Chickies!   Saturday’s Fun Run was, well, FUN!!!  It wasn’t a full 5K, the weatherman cooperated and provided us with a sun damping cloud cover, and the company – Husband, Teen Daughters #1 and #2, Teen Son #2, Husband’s fellow employees – was unmatched. 
Did I make it?  You betcha. I also learned that running in an organized fun run is not as easy as it looks.  There are a lot of people in your way, and you really have to pay attention so that you don’t run over someone or get trampled yourself!  I finished in 23 minutes, alternating tripping over dogs and strollers, speedwalking, and then sprinting the last quarter mile.  That finish line – what an amazing thing to cross my first finish line!  There was a cheering squad there smiles, high fives, “Way to Gos” and a drink of water. 
And I was wearing a red hat.
That red hat meant something.  Something to everyone who saw me, a symbol to the world. You see, when we signed in, we were all asked, “Have you had a heart attack or a stroke?”  I responded honestly, “Yes.  I had a minor stroke eighteen months ago,” and the gentleman handed me the hat.  “Wear This”, he said, “Let everyone know you’re a surrvivor!”.  A surrvivor?  Me? I purposely never think about the stroke.  I push it out of my mind, stifle the memory, ignore it. I recovered, except for a small balance problem and occasional lost words. Stroke?  What stroke?

Yep.  That’s me in the red hat.
Then I looked around, and noticed the red hats everywhere. Red hats on people who look like Iron Man competitors, red hats on folks like me who are still working on rebuilding their health.  Red hats on elderly walkers, even a red hat on a baby in a stroller.  These red hats represent all these people who have had a heart attack or a stroke – and I’m one of them.  It can’t be denied.  I have an MRI that shows that spot in my brain where it happened.  Something came undone in my gut as I crossed that finish line wearing my red hat.  I finally recognize that I have come a l-o-n-g way in these eighteen months.  I’ve lost more than twenty pounds, bringing my grand total to fifty eight pounds from my all time high weight. I can make it through an entire Body Pump or Zumba class without stopping, I can speedwalk 5K in less than 45 minutes.  

I wear a red hat.  I am a surrvivor…and I have Learned to Run!