School Supplies and other un-Summery thoughts

Perspective isn't just a gift, it's a bargain. I remember when waiting for that school supply list was like waiting for manna from heaven. I would anxiously wait til that 3rd week of August when the school would send out letters telling us who our  next year's teacher would be and what specific supplies my darling Things would need for their classrooms. Somehow the thought of buying the wrong crayons or colored pencils or notebooks was more than my addled brain could handle. And I would see the sale signs with the office supplies and the moms stocking up on pens and pencils and paper based off of the "generic" lists provided for each grade. And I would self-righteously pat myself on the back for waiting because, after all, I wanted to get the "right" stuff.

My Things (1 and 2) are older now... Thing 1 is going to be a Sophomore in High School and Thing 2 is going to be an 8th grader. And now, with the wisdom that comes from experience and the realization that it is not the crayons that make the grade, I want to share some thoughts and advice for those of you with younger children. Things I wish I had known way back when.

1) There is no crayon that will stay in the box that you ever so carefully label and put into your child's backpack that first day of school. Every time I went to volunteer at school, I was always surprised at the "community" jar of pens, pencils, and crayons.

2) Teachers need whatever supplies you can afford to share with them. So if they are putting lists out in August, there are still things they are going to need. Like (again, say it with me... Pens, Pencils, and Paper). And if you have younger elementary students, crayons. LOADS of crayons. And glue sticks. More glue sticks than you can possibly imagine. And glue. For all those art projects you are going to lovingly hold on to until you realize that it was the process that they learned from and not the end result. Just saying.

3) The only difference between buying school supplies when they are on sale and waiting until August when the list comes out is paying more.

4) It will not ruin your kids' summers to think about getting school supplies in June. Their brains are still fresh with the "how they did things last year" knowledge that can actually help you figure out what's likely to happen next year (and therefore, what supplies you will really need.

So, if all other things are equal, spending your dollars can help them go further when you buy supplies on sale. Now, you will notice the one thing I have NOT recommended purchasing in advance... and that is notebooks. As kids age, they progress from community lots of paper to individualized wide ruled notebooks to the all-in-one binders that act like notebooks and folders all in one. Many schools recommend one or the other type to teach organizational methods, and I strongly encourage you to get the right one so your child learns those organizational skills. But for the rest of those supplies, Moms, save your pennies...and spend them when the prices are lowest!

26 Acts of Love and Kindness in Memory of Sandy Hook Elementary

I haven't posted in a LONG time. Life has been busy, work has been busy, and I've been wrapped up with other "stuff". Until last Friday. And then it's like someone put the brakes on HARD and my head hit a virtual dashboard. And suddenly there was stuff I had to say.. but first I had to digest what had happened.

You know what bothered me first? The fact that they call this atrocity a "tragedy". For some reason, that was really getting under my skin. Hurricane Sandy was a tragedy. It was a disaster imposed on innocent people through no individual person's acts. What happened at Sandy Hook Elementary, however, was a massacre. And while the results are, indeed, tragic, they were due to the choice, actions, and evil demonstrated by a single sick individual.

I give tremendous credit to the news networks who chose to focus their reporting and attention on the victims instead of their killer. I do believe that making his name be the one on people's minds leads to his name being remembered, so let's not speak of him. I do pity his family and his parents because their name will always be tied to his. I don't know what caused this evil to erupt in him... but I'm not willing to take the easy way and blame his choices on whatever illness he suffered from... whether it was aspergers or autism or any other one of a host of mental illnesses that he had, they did not cause this to happen. He still stood there watching children dying around him. And he kept shooting.

Instead of getting on the gun debate bandwagon or the arming the teachers bandwagon, I for one would rather take a little time and focus on the bright lights that were so cruelly snuffed out. On the Teachers, Staff and Administrators who put the children's lives before their own. They are heroes. On the children whose lives were ended before they had even really begun. Their potential is lost to the world, and their families will be forever scarred. On the survivors who lost friends, colleagues, relatives, parents, and children. They will never get back what has been taken.

So what can we do? We're not there. We can't change what happened. But last night on Twitter, Ann Curry proposed we each take on 26 acts of love and kindness/mitzvahs to try to bring some light back into the world. And I'm in. Completely.Anyone who knows me knows that I am at my best when I have something I can DO to try to help.

My first act will be to create a paper chain of love. I remember when my kids were little (probably around the ages of the kids in Sandy Hook), one project the teachers gave was to make paper chains. You take a strip of paper, write something on it, link it to another, and close the circles. I intend to start mine tonight when the kids come home. I'd WELCOME any contributions... I guess my goal in making this is to create a link so that the folks in Newtown know they are loved across the nation. It's not that hard. Take a little cardstock and cut it into 2" strips. Find something to say that you wish you could tell people who are hurting even though it won't actually change things.

I believe that 26 lights were snuffed out in horrible violent ways last Friday. And that it falls to each of us to find a way to generate a little extra love and kindness. In at least 26 ways. That's how we can memorialize the lost. That's how we can make the world just a little bit better. That's how we can feel better ourselves. By holding hands and linking arms and standing strong. With love.

Momtruths about back to school time

There's this theory out there, that going back to school for kids means Moms sit at home, alone all day, waiting for their precious cargo to return so they can dote on them. And while there is CERTAINLY some truth in the concept that when your kids head off for that 7 or 8 hour period, we Moms all miss them to various degrees, there are also some other truths.

1) We really enjoy having a cup of whatever we drink in the morning. In peace and quiet. Even if we have to wipe down the crumbs the kids left before we can sit in the chair, it's lovely to just have that little bit of time.

2) For at least some measurable period of time, we have no one to blame but ourselves for the condition of the house. (This one cuts both ways, obviously)....

3) We get to turn on whatever music we want while we clean. And sing along. Loudly. Without anyone reminding us that the windows are open and the neighbors can hear.

4)We get to go the restroom. By ourselves. With no one fighting, pounding on the door, or otherwise interrupting us to tell us that (my personal favorite)...they didn't know where we were. One caveat though is that with no one else home, there likelihood that the phone will ring is directly proportionate to whether you brought it in with you or not.

5) We can trust that once we've used the restroom, the seat will stay down until the children returneth.

6) We can actually walk through the grocery store at our own pace. And not have someone breathing down our neck asking "are you done YET?" because they are in a rush to have us take them elsewhere to play with others.

7) We can eat whatever we want for lunch (as long as we log it) without anyone messing up our portion sizes by taking bites of "ours". Or by having to make foods that the kids leave us that we end up snacking on....

8) We can have ENTIRE conversations on the phone without anyone crashing into us, trying to start a whole NOTHER conversation WITH us, or grabbing our attention because NOW is the time they test that whole anti-gravity concept...

9) We get to talk to them. About their day, about their accomplishments and struggles, and about their experiences. And we get to listen to them share with us without having experienced it ourselves.

10) Despite all of the above, we get to look forward to them coming home. And we appreciate all the little moments more. Somehow, the little annoyances and intrusions seem less annoying and intrusive when we've missed them.

The Beauty of NOT logging in (or that's what friends are for)

So, for those of you who know me (or who follow my blog or are f/b friends with me), this last weekend was the Garage Sale of the Century. We went through and cleaned house top to bottom, clearing out kids toys and clothes and puzzles, games, you name it. We did a tremendous job of getting rid of anything we hadn't used in the last couple years. It was a raging success.

However, my phone decided to go on the fritz right when we got about neck deep in the garage sale cleaning project. I mean there was no internet, no email, nothing. Not a very smartphone.

BUT, I've been hopping. Madly. Here there and everywhere. So even though I didn't get a chance to log in like I have every day since January 2012, I missed it. I missed all of you. I had many funny moments where I went... shoot, that would have been a great blog post.

So what is the beauty of not logging in ? I mean, there are real consequences here. I know that because I didn't log in, I have to start over from day one. And I missed THREE WHOLE DAYS of logging. Not one or just two, but three. Enough that my friends were notified and many of you stepped up and were concerned. Thank you for that.

Wait... I get a chance to start over? To gear back up and get excited again? To not see the loss of days but the gain of opportunity?

I'm thinking that's the beauty. Right there. Where second chances are born. And new days are always dawning. And friends step up to remind you when you've fallen off the wagon.

Cleaning House & Taking Stock (The Garage Sale Weight Loss Plan)

It's almost back-to-school season. I know lots of people do what is referred to as "spring cleaning" but that's never really held a lot of appeal to me. Quite honestly, once spring hits, the LAST thing I want to do is clean.
So here I am, in the heat of the summer, tearing through kids clothes and closets, toy chests, and sweating bullets. Why? Because I have convinced myself and my immediate family members that what we need to do is to have a garage sale. Which I'm sure you can imagine, went over about as well as if I had announced we were going to have a family square dance (which I might enjoy but the boys in my house would rather have root canal surgeries without novacaine).
So, in order to rid myself of all the stuff I have just sitting around here (let us call them say, empty calories), what I am doing is hauling boxes and sorting, labeling and lifting, and sweating my tushie off while doing so.
Getting rid of things is a GREAT feeling. Pulling out the stuff that no one uses or wants anymore to know it's going to go to someone who will use or want it, that's the great thing about the garage sale. The cash is okay, too, but the real value to me is the clearing of the clutter.
So it's not just the kids rooms that are scoured for items of value. It's the kitchen, the basement, the storage closets, the "gift" cubbies, the works. Anything and everything that we haven't touched in the last 2 years is up for consideration.
So while I am getting ready to gain some storage space and some cash, I'm also sweating off some poundage. There may not be an exercise category for it yet, but I'm strapping on my hrm and I will be inputting these calories burned (oh heck yeah I will).
So what's the garage sale weight loss plan? Easy. Call your local paper and schedule an ad for a garage sale. Once you're committed to it, trust me... the calories will run about as fast as the children do when they hear the words "work to be done". AND, you will gain a sense of control over your environment which will only help you stay in control over your eating.
Best of luck. Sale is Friday from 9 to 4. See ya if you might be interested in a ping pong table, or a laserdisc player/collection (cause who didn't have one of THOSE)... ;)

Aiming for Adequate in an Olympic World

Watching the Olympics is awesome. Those breathtaking moments where we see others push themselves beyond what seem to be the boundaries of possibility and thereby redefining what possibile means, those are awesome.

And watching the winners, often neck and neck with each other, straining every muscle in an attempt to earn that coveted Gold medal, that's somehow incredible to watch too.

But what about those folks who don't medal Gold, Silver or Bronze? Do we just write them off?

Not in my book.

See, in my book, it took a tremendous amount of effort and ability just to be able to be on the field.

Heck, I couldn't even get my butt to London to WATCH these amazing athletes compete. But in terms of "newsworthiness", how many stories do you hear about the folks who stayed together in the middle of the pack? Umm, at least around here, it's a whopping none.

So, my friends, the winners get the glory and the medals and tangible proof of their accomplishments.

And rightfully so.

But it seems to me that each of those athletes that competed, well, they deserve recognition in their own right. Because, let's face it. I'm not going to be one of them. Now, or ever.

I'm okay with just being as athletic as I need to be to be healthy, just as sleep deprived as I have to be in order to get done what needs to get done, just as patient as I have to be to raise my kids, and just as committed as I need to be in order to keep losing weight.

I'm not in a race. If I was, I'd be one of those names at the bottom of the screen that very quickly gets passed over. But this is a lifelong journey for me. It's not about the glory or about being the best.

Sometimes adequate is more than enough.

10 Least Likely Olympic Sports for MFPers

1) The Exercise of WillPower: There are tables filled with salty and sweet and baked treats. All contestants simply have to wait around and not eat. The one who holds out longest wins gold.

2) Staring contests.

3) Synchronized logging.

4) Multi-Day Log completions.

5) Restaurant Ordering while keeping sodium below daily goals.

6) Multi-Tasking- Commenting on logs while drinking coffee and raising kids, answering phones, performing simple math tasks, and folding laundry.

7) Meal Planning. With a pretty much vegetarian, a carnivore, an omnivore, and yours truly, I do believe meal planning should count as an Olympic sport.

8) Calorie Counting. Extra points for accuracy and honesty.

9) Clothes Shopping- Guessing the right sizes, squishing all the appropriate parts in the next size smaller hoping to get there, and figuring out whether in fact "those jeans really do make my butt look bigger" should be considered.

And LAST but NOT LEAST:

10) Blogging.

Pretty sure I would win a few medals, and it would be worth the taxes I'd have to pay to keep 'em.

Reasons why Losing Weight is NOT an Olympic Sport...

1. With all the size changes, the uniforms wouldn't fit by the time we were competing.

2. Because no one finds watching "salad eating" as interesting as, say, discus throwing.

3. Because without a court order, none of us are climbing on scales in front of NBC and the world to show our losses. I speak for myself here but believe not everyone wants the world to know JUST how heavy we were to start.

4. Because the Olympics don't last forever but keeping weight off does.

5. Because, let's be honest, certain countries/cultures simply have more to lose and therefore it's not an internationally fair playing field.

6. Because most of the Olympic athletes I've seen are already thin BECAUSE of their insane exercise habits.

7. Because most of us who need to lose weight in significant amounts wouldn't make it through the Parade of Nations march without an oxygen tank. Or, in my case, a wagon.

8. Because we would need our own flag for MFP. And who wants to design THAT?

9. Because there are too many competitors.

10. Because the winning medals would add to the scale.... who wants that!?!?!?!?

My Dirty Little Secret- A Confession of the Highest Order

In some respects, I think of the Food Network as the voyeurism industry for the food-indulgent. Yeah, I'm talking Food Porn.

I watch them all. From the shows where the chef yells at the contestants and every other word is bleeped to the scientific approach to food and its ingredients to the bakery battles, to the contests.

I'm hooked.

And it's not about the people, or their personalities, that gets my groove on. No, it's the food.Even when food is badly prepared and Chef throws it at the contestants or the garbage, it STILL looks prettier than anything I've ever prepared. Somehow, my cakes don't ever turn out even and my meals are as likely to be burnt as they are to be raw.

Somehow, the ground turkey tacos that come out of my pan are not as appealing or appetizing as the multi-course meals that these winningist chefs toil over. BUT, in my house, those turkey tacos are all the rage. Really.

I think if I actually spent the time dicing, chopping, slicing, sauteeing, stirring, broiling, baking, and grilling the food these fabulous cooks prepare in their professional kitchens, I'd never have time to blog or write resumes or teach Taekwon-Do. And there would be SO many dishes. And either one (or both) of my children wouldn't eat it.

So, for now, I'm a boxed mac&cheese mom. With a staple of dishes ranging from lasagna to tacos to stir fry...

But at night, when everyone else is asleep, I turn on the Food Network and watch the chefs at work. And then I dream of a stainless steel kitchen (with a robot dishwasher that removes and handwashes every implement and utensil).

And in that dream kitchen, in my apron and mitts, I become FANTASTIC CHEF. Able to produce low-cost healthy tasty meals with little or no prep work or dishes. Consistently creating meals that the entire family can enjoy. Supplying a range of spices, and flavors, and textures, and tastes galore.

Then, of course, the next morning, when I wake, I realize that it's just me. And I face my kitchen demons with a new smile on my face. At least, once I have my coffee. And I make the meals, and I know that after my family goes back to sleep, I will turn to my secret obsession and enjoy a visual smorgasbord.

Revenge of the Scale

You all remember that little conversation I shared with you last week between me and the scale, right? Well, let's say this... apparently he (and yes, I'm sure it is a HE) read it and was not thrilled with me.

So I went in this morning. First, he wouldn't turn on. I had to cajole him a couple of times gently with my foot.

Finally he yawned and half flickered his numbers at me.

But I am persistent, and stood on him anyway.

I could hear him saying "you think I didn't notice that you shared our intimate moment together?" All the neighborhood scales on MFP are making fun of me now."

And then I saw a number that was... HIGHER than last week. And I swear, he chuckled.

"Remember that movie popcorn you enjoyed a couple days ago? Yeah.... I heard about it. From the dishwasher."

Now, I admit I enjoyed that popcorn. And I KNOW it had sodium. So while I refuse to accept him
talking back to me, I have decided how I am going to handle this little road bump.

I'm not recording it on MFP. Now, wait... before you go jumping up and down warning me that if I don't it will turn back into a camel bump, hear my logic on it. I admit you MAY be right. And I will have to closely monitor things. But the fact is.... I don't want to get complimented on the same loss twice. I don't want to go up and then come back down and feel like I did something good. I want to only focus on positive progress. I have a new LIFE goal to get back to the weight I was last week (which by the way is only a couple of pounds and I know will be gone... probably tomorrow morning). But this way, my journey is a lot cleaner.

If by trying this, the scale KEEPS going in the wrong direction, I will know that it is not working and I will go back to recording every week, rise or fall. But I'm willing to try something new. And I'm NOT going back to the scale to ask him to change his mind today.

He can bite me.

The Very Real Power of Social Media

OK, this blog post is not about sniffing chocolate or battling weight or dealing with the mentality of weight loss.... well, at least not directly.

Without going into detail or invading this family's privacy (because it's not my story to tell), I have a good friend who used the power of social media to address an injustice last week being done to their son by an institutional organization. This friend wrote a blog detailing his family's experience and disappointment with the system in hopes of effectuating change. He was careful, in my opinion, probably too much so, not to attack the organization and remained clearly hopeful that the decision would be reversed. After his blog was noticed and picked up and carried around the social media world, his family received a personal apologyfrom the person who acknowledged they had made a mistake.

The story, however, did not end there. His blog gained tons of comments ranging from supportive of him to attacking the organization to vilifying him for having made a public statement in any way derogatory and proclaiming that the institution which had a long-standing reputation did not deserve to be criticized.

The institution itself, which had remained silent, then finally made a statement online basically defending its reputation, and proclaiming its hard work over many decades. Fine. But then they decided to make a point about the use of social media and the sin of gossip. And my fingers started twitching.

See, here's the reality. Institutions have been allowed to protect themselves for decades with a web of silence and intimidation. Within that cocoon, objections can be raised and quashed, events can be cleaned up, and the spotless reputation of the institution is, to all outward appearances, shiny and clean. It's like when company comes over and all the clutter gets shoved under the bed so no one else sees it.

But the clutter is still there. And now, with the power of social media, matters of injustice and inappropriate behavior CAN be brought to light with a single individual's keystrokes. Of course, there is a responsibility there to be mindful that you don't abuse that power. But for decades, behind closed doors and institutional walls, there were plenty of individuals whose voices were never heard who suffered injustices. Now the tables have turned.

I don't advocate using social media to bash a business because you didn't have a great experience (i.e. you went out to dinner and the food was eh and the service was eh). You as a consumer still have the power to address that by choosing whether or not to return to the restaurant. BUT, when a restaurant (and this actually happened in our town) refused to let a seeing eye dog in with his master, in clear violation of state law, and that story hit the news and social media, that was an important and clear example of an individual standing up for his rights. That restaurant is gone now but the lesson learned remains.

We as consumers, as individuals, now have the power to shine a light on injustice, discriminatory action, and other wrongdoings by organizations, no matter their size. Organizations need to recognize and admit when they have made mistakes if they want their reputations to remain credible and believable. They need to respond to the individual. And, when they have done something wrong, or misguided, they need to be willing to publicly apologize and state how they are going to make a change if they want to be valued and viewed the same way. Had that happened in the original case, had the institution's post simply stated "we acknowledge our mistake and will work harder to ensure it doesn't happen again" I wouldn't be writing this post at all.

Social media has shifted the balance of power. Just like Spiderman says, "with great power comes great responsibility". So blog responsibly, folks. But don't allow injustices to be swept under the rug because you think you don't have the power as an individual to make a difference. You do. And when your cause is just, and your position clear, and your goal is to make the world a better place, if anyone gives you a hard time, they are in the wrong.

My "50 shades" of chocolate temptation moment....

I wandered in by accident. Really. We had gone for a healthy meditteranean dinner and swung by the movie theater to pick up some far less healthy but still delicious popcorn for a treat to bring home. I saw the giant teddy bear outside and wandered in to the store. I never expected what happened next.

First, as I opened the door, the smell hit me. That mouthwatering overwhelming aroma that only comes from chocolate made by people who understand its different types and textures. There was sugar in the air and all around. I had to take a moment and just breathe. There are no calories in air, right?

By the time I could open my eyes, my brain was screaming "LEAVE" but my stomach was trying desperately to bargain with me "just look a little... I'm full, it's okay". And because I wanted to know more about what things could be done with and to chocolate, I stayed.

Twinkies. Deep fried, then dipped in caramel and chocolate. Apples dipped in so many different kind of sweets and savory treats that it was wholly unrecognizable as fruit. Salty snacks... everything from pretzels to potato chips and crackers covered in milky, white, and dark goodness. Toffee. Mmmmmmmm.

And then there were the candies. Brightly colored, enticing. Promising the taste of fruity goodness and chewy satisfaction.

I stood there, drinking in the vision of what I can only imagine Heaven must look like. And then, slowly, turned and walked away, taking one last delightful deep breath before walking out.

Cause no matter how good it seems, if it's not worth it to me, I'm not buying it. :)

My Conversation with the Scale

So as I was heading into the bathroom this morning to face my scale, hoping to see a slight budge in the numbers, I had this thought of what life must be like from the scale's perspective.... which turned into a dialogue that I needed to share.

Scale: Are you back AGAIN???? Sheesh, lady, I mean I know I'm important and all, but don't you think once a week is a little much?

Me: Yeah... it's Friday. Again.

Scale: Do you REALLY want to know?

Me: I think so?

Scale: Are you going to yell at me?

Me: I make no promises.

Scale: Well... I'll give you a hint. You've seen this number before.

Me: Sigh.

Scale: You want me to lie?

Me: No.

Scale: Are you mad?

Me: Well, not really. I mean, I know the number is the same as the last few weeks. Any chance you're broken?

Scale: Well you could try resetting me. But you did that last week and the week before (and I hate to point it out but you also did it just now before you got on me again). Here, step off and try again.

Me: Sigh.

Scale: Nope, I'm right.

Me: It's okay. I know you're going to change at some point. And I won't give up until you do.

Scale: I think that's great. I applaud your persistence. But, one question.... do you EVER wear clothes?

Me: Shut up.

A Sweet Summer Love Story (with a spicy kick...)

I have a secret love affair going on. My husband and kids know about it, but have agreed not to interfere because they know how much my health matters to me. And my need for crunchy sweetness can only be satisfied with an abundance of...
Peppers.

Sweet bell peppers. I eat them raw, grilled, roasted, sauteed with onions and zucchini, any which way I can.

I love 'em green, red, yellow, orange, and in all sizes from baby to Ancient Sweet. I eat em up plain, with salsa, low fat cream cheese, tzatziki sauce, and hummus.

I eat 'em more than once a day. They are cold, sweet, crunchy, delicious, and mouthwateringly satisfying. They meet my every snack need.

What's your guilty pleasure?

An a"DORY"able post

So for those of you who know me, you know I'm as likely to forget something as I am to remember it, if not more so. And although I have now been tracking and logging my food intake for 195 days (wow where did the time go), I have slowly been slipping away from my blog because, well, quite honestly, I forgot how much fun I have writing it.

Am I losing weight 195 days in? Yup. Is it fast? Nope. Is it even consistent? Not really. Am I considering my 13 or so lbs gone a success? You bet your 13-lb turkey I am.

Here's the thing. It's not a race to lose weight. And yeah, I'm sure I could have made better food choices along the way and lost quicker. And there have been a couple of times when I went back up and had to go back down again and there have been lots of plateaus when I haven't exercised as much as I should have... but despite those things, I am still DOWN 13+ lbs. That, in and of itself, motivates me to keep tracking (even when I know I'm going over my calorie goal for the day or when I know I have to make a best guess because there's no exact match) and logging in every day.

Getting healthier is NEVER boring. Improving my overall well being and managing my summer life with 2 kids and a part-time babysitting gig, a martial arts school to co-manage, a resume job to fill in the gaps, and occassional housework and hubby time... and KEEPING THOSE 13 lbs off despite all of those things? That's a win in my book.

It would always be easy to say "I haven't lost weight in 3 weeks so this doesn't work and I'm just going to give up". I'm POSITIVE that would swing the scale alright... but in the wrong direction.

So I'm just keeping on swimming, swimming, swimming....

Just Weighing In

Okay.. I KNOW I've been kind of quiet lately... but with the end of the school year and the beginning of summer is always a crazy time. Add to that the fun of watching a one-year old munchkin who is just a joy to spend time with and I suspect you can see why I haven't been as active lately.

Interesting thought... when my kids were one, I suspect they were JUST as cute and fun and wonderful to be with... but that I was WAY to tired to enjoy it as much. Now as the part-time substitute babysitter/nanny for my girlfriend's precious peanut, all we have is time for fun. Because at 5 pm, she goes home.

Don't think for a minute that just because I've been running around like a looneytoones character bringing kids to tennis and crew and chasing this baby girl and not writing blog posts... that it means I've not been logging. Oh yeah, better believe it's still true. If I bite it, I write it.

I have had some off weeks where I was under but I gained back... and I know why. When breakfast is at dinner time, because your day has gotten away from you, and dinner is right before you close up your computer at 1 am? Yeah... you're going to gain. I was still making decent choices, but eating so late DEFINITELY has an impact.

I'm back to eating breakfast at... welll. breakfastime. And that seems to be helping. And I'm watching my munchkin in a little bit, so I better get going.

Stay motivated. Don't let the bumps in the road be your downfall...

Just KEEP SWIMMING!

Playing the LOSING Game

Welcome my friends, aboard the MFP game show extraordinaire, the LOSING GAME!!! (cue thunderous applause)..

Rules of the Game are SIMPLE and if you follow them, everyone's a winner!

1) Write what you bite.
Anything that goes into your mouth gets logged (as best you can) into your journal. ANYTHING. Yes, those side dishes and sauces count. YES, you should count even that "taste" you had. Why? Because not logging it isn't going to help you lose.

2) Move your feet, there's more to eat.
Exercise calories allow you to enjoy more food. From what I understand (and I know there are those who will disagree with me here but this is what's been working for me)... The more you exercise, the more you can eat and still lose. I know some people say it's not working for them, and far be it from me to claim to be a professional... but the logic of the MFP system makes sense to me. Eating less than 1200 calories a day, on the other hand, does not.

3) Be a friend, don't offend.
Chances are if you are on this site, and reading this blog, you are one of the people who needs people in order to succeed. So are the rest of us. So while we all may feel strongly about a particular topic, there's no benefit to posting things that are critical, judgmental, or negative. There's more than enough of that. I'm pretty sure I won't lose weight by telling others what they should have done...

4) Leave your behind in your past and your past behind you.
Nobody ever made progress by working backwards or fixating on their mistakes. It's only from brushing ourselves off, taking our lumps, and putting our feet forward again that we progress. Don't let yesterday's hurts or anger get in the way of tomorrow's success. And don't carry other people's problems on your shoulders... we have enough to carry as it is!

5) Shout it out!
Every victory needs to be celebrated, no matter how big or small it seems. The ounces you lose are still accomplishments to be proud of... so let us know! DO shout it from the rooftops (or the car window, or the bathroom scale)...

6) Don't be a fool- the scale is just a tool!
Don't just rely on any one measuring tool to evaluate your success.... there are measuring tapes and places where inches as well as pounds get lost!!!! Those are known as Non Scale Victories (NSVs) and they matter!

7) Off you go, plateau!~
The fact is at one point or another, your body will stall. Keep watching those measurements, but don't get frustrated.... just push through it! You can do it!

Happy losing, friends!!!

What Defines Me

Well it's easy to say what DOESN'T define me, so let's start with that.

1) The scale. You don't define me. Heck, you don't even have words. You have numbers. And unlike "The Phantom Tollbooth", when it comes to definitions, words are WAY better than numbers. The best you can do is tell me where I am in my journey, not my value or my importance or my spirit. You can't measure my personality or my sense of humor. I only use you because I need a yardstick to check my growth (or should I say loss) status.

2) My weight. I am more than a number, (see above if you're one who likes to skip). That just shows how much of me there is to love, not who I am. I'm a small person with a big personality and that's not going to change no matter what I weigh. I'd like to believe that my weight is not the sole measuring tool by which my value as a human being is measured.

3) Food. What I eat or don't eat or drink or don't drink is my choice. Cheeseburgers don't launch themselves at my unwilling lips while my hands remain tied to my hips. No one is holding a diet coke to my face and forcing me to drink it. So, as long as I eat what I choose and deal with it, food doesn't own me or define me.

So what does define me? That's easy. It's my life .... my kids, my family, my friends, my martial arts school. It's my spirit. It's the drive that keeps me doing taekwon-do when I can't walk without a limp. It's the push that helps me stay up late so I can work 3 jobs, raise 2 kids, manage 1 martial arts school and a house, pick up and carpool and yeah... by the way, exercise, remember to get the RIGHT kids at the RIGHT place at the RIGHT time. It's energy. Positive energy. So maybe I'm naive. Maybe I'm pollyanna-ish. Maybe I'm just not seeing how lousy the world really is or how little water is in my cup. I DON"T CARE!

I don't look at how much more I have to lose... I celebrate every ounce gone!

Goals versus Journeys

I keep reading people's posts about goals. They have short term goals, long-term goals, and they seem to invest much of their sense of success in achieving those goals according to their plans. And please, I'm not an expert. Never claimed to be. I get that for some people, not having a goal to strive for simply doesn't work. I'm not trying to TELL you what to do... I just want to share what's working for me. In case it helps somebody.

I think maybe it's part of human nature... we want to be working towards something, trying to reach out and control our destinies a little bit and striving towards a tangible measurable result.

And, to be honest, in the past when I've tried to lose weight... I've done it too. I've had plans to lose xx pounds by yy event or be this weight by summer or fit into that dress by this party. And sometimes I made it, and that was great. But when I didn't? When I missed the mark, or life got in the way, or even if I became CONVINCED I wasn't going to miss the mark?

Well just THINKING I wasn't going to achieve my goal was enough to wreck my plans, throw me off my game and in some cases, give up altogether. Since I had set the goal, it seemed only fitting that if I wasn't going to reach it (Not getting into whether that goal was realistic or reasonable or even fair), why bother to try at all.

Then when I lost weight without even really trying (Thank you Taekwon-Do), 10 years ago, it hit me... I didn't have an goal I was invested in other than getting better at this art I came to love. I wasn't TRYING to lose weight and yet it was coming off. My goals were to manage my time, control my calendar.. and make it to class. And as long as I made it to class, the weight came off.

So how is that relevant to this situation, after all... weight didn't just creep back on by itself... nope. It brought friends.

Am I setting goals? Nope. Decided when I joined up that to set a series of weight-loss calendar goals for myself and make an arbitrary decision about how I was going to define success was a recipe for failure for me. So I, instead, chose to just ask MFP to create a calorie plan for me based on a concept (not a goal, just a concept) that I'd like to lose about a pound a week. And if I did, great, and if I didn't well that was going to be fine too. As long as I was on the right track.

I'm loving the control and ownership I have. Not over my scale, but over my meals. Not over where I'll be in one month or two or a year, but over what I chose to eat. Not over when I lose it by, or how long it takes, but over how much I WANT to lose.

For me, so far, it's working.

Testing 1.... 2.... 3

So it's always interesting when I tell people what I do. Former (recovering) attorney? People tend to snicker and giggle. I don't blame them.

Part-time stay-(at home) in the car mom? Cause goodness knows.... I spent WAY more time in my car than I do at home. This one has to get here.. that one there.... which kid am I taking where again?

Contract resume writer? Now that one usually gets eyebrows raised. Really... you write resumes... from home. Isn't that a scam? Nope it's real. Been doing it for just over 5 years. I actually enjoy it a lot.

And my personal favorite... Martial Arts school owner, and instructor. Wait... WHAT? Yup. Best. Job. Ever.

We opened our little school in March of 2005 when I was a high red belt. For those of you who don't know, that is the last of the color belts in the Taekwon-Do rank system (and there are 9 degrees of black belt beyond that). I tested for 1st degree balack belt in 2005 in the fall. Then in 2007, I tested for 2nd degree black belt. I was supposed to wait 2 years but I wasn't in a rush... and you know the rest of the story.

So when my instructor told me to get ready because she was planning to test me in April, I threw up a little in my mouth with fear got down to business as soon as I could. Step One: Relearn ALL my patterns in a modified way so i could still teach them properly but I could actually do them in a way that I could manage. Step 2: Make less of me so that my poor foot didn't have to work QUITE so hard to hold so much of me up (joining MFP came in here). Step 3: Get out on the floor and train.

Now, most people who are better than math than I am might have realized I said I was supposed to wait two years... but somehow I managed to stretch it to 5. And I was REALLY okay with that. I wasn't in a rush. And to my way of thinking, rank isn't how I define myself. I'm way more than a belt. Trust me.

BUT... my instructor says "You're testing"... and then drops the bombshell... and by the way, someone high ranking may be here. Hope you like surprises.

I hate surprises. By the time Saturday night had rolled around, I had convinced my hubbie we needed to move to Canada. Like... now. Immediately. Or to be honest, I hadn't convinced HIM, but I had convinced myself that I had convinced him. (P.S. the Test was Saturday).

Sunday came and I was literally shaking with fear (which oddly enough doesn't burn any calories?) before my test. But my friends pushed me.. literally they PUSHED me out on the floor and I survived and succeeded. In front of an 8th Degree Senior Master. Who I adore and who flew in to surprise me. AND I WAS (especially because his wife and he kept posting things on facebook which were true but which led me to believe he couldn't possibly be coming....)

But I did it. And I passed. And I even got a couple of chuckles out of the test board (which I appreciated because lord knows if I have any talent at all, it's in funny). And although I choked a couple times, and although my technique... well... STINKS because of my balance issues, I passed. And I've never been prouder.

See, I haven't just lost 14 lbs on this journey. I got rid of some fear and faced my test board. The weight is over. I am now a 3rd degree black belt.