I just got back from the gym. I can barely walk and I smell like the offal of a sick rhino, but I feel good. Never, ever in my life did I think I would say those words after a workout at the gym, but I do, 'I feel GOOD'.
This morning I didn't feel good. I have been struggling emotionally with things that are going on throughout this season of life. Perhaps that's why the human condition is so complex, because we are so intricately weaved together that when one part of our life is changed the rest are affected. This morning, however I was tired of being human, I wanted to take a break, just grab a box of Oreo's and hunker down with a movie and let the world pass me by. I texted my wife this morning when I got to the gym, 'I am depressed, pray for me'... which probably wasn't a good idea considering it made her think I was swallowing a shotgun and that she was going to come home to my bloody mess.
Depressed or not though I went to the gym. I was really hoping that the endorphin rush in my workout would lift my spirits. It took awhile, and I should say that when I get depressed or sad, I look angry, very angry. I kept wondering why no one was working out near my bench, but then again it could have been my rhino scented fragrance. About halfway through my workout, I was able to crack a smile, although it was at some guys ogling a scantily clad girl while they pumped their arms harder hoping she would notice.
I went hard today, 7 minute warm-up, a 30 minute weight and core routine, a hard 30 minutes of cardio, and finishing with a cool-down and stretch of 7 minutes. By the end I was soaked, tired, and way less frustrated. I decided to go weigh-in.
I knew that I could handle what the scale said, and if I didn't like it I would just vent some more frustration on the scale by throwing it through a wall. It must have sensed my 'don't-mess-around-with-me-vibe' because when I stepped on to the silver platform that bold, beautiful display told me that I had broke my first goal. I am now 399.3 lbs... (the.3 is from my soaking wet gym shorts... very gross I know). For the first time in a year and a half I am down below 400.
The day just keeps getting better... hope yours does too!
Blakey
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Eating Out and Eating Well Are Not Synonymous!!
Eating out has to be one of the hardest things to do when you are trying to lose weight. Portion size, fat content, salt content, quality of ingredients, none of these things are really in your control. Some people suggest to do these things when it comes to eating out at a restaurant.
1). JUST DON'T GO OUT TO EAT
- While this may be an option to some, and Amy and I have seriously cut back on our meals out, it's just not really fun. That's part of how Amy and I came to be Blamy. When we were dating we always hung out at a coffee shop or restaurant, so we want to keep that part of our dating life, but in a healthier form.
2). USE A DOGGY BAG FOR PORTION CONTROL
- While this may work for some, this will NOT work for me... simply for the reason that I will eat that sucker as soon as I get home. My issue is with self-control when it comes to food, taking something home that was probably not the healthiest choice in the first place means that I will make 2 unhealthy choices in a row. BAD IDEA.
3). TELL YOUR SERVER YOUR SPECIAL NEEDS.
- So I got a story for this one. Amy's family and I went out for a meal on Sunday after church before my gig at Jo-Jo's Cafe (which is a great little coffee shop off of Whyte Ave. here in Edmonton). We went to a well-known Vietnamese restaurant called Doan's. I looked at the menu, and I looked at Amy and asked 'What can I have?' (Here's an aside to my blog called 'Blake's Bits' These are tidbits of info that will help you in life: When you are trying to lose weight and your partner is supportive like mine get them to help you make the proper choice. When they say 'You probably shouldn't have the extra-large pizza with Sausage and Pepperoni' DO NOT REPLY WITH 'But it's full of protein'). I decided on a brothy Pho soup (broth with bits of meat and noodles) with egg noodles (egg noodles are better than rice noodles as they have less starch more protein). I was in the middle of describing how I wanted more vegetables in my soup and less noodles when I noticed the blank look on the face of my server and I said 'You know what, forget it just bring me the soup'. Obviously telling your server what you need works SOMETIMES, but in my case it's the exception to the rule. I am really blessed and happy about that. (That was supposed to be sarcastic)
I think that's my top 3. At least those are the 3 I kept hearing from Weight Watchers and other fat loss specialists. Here are a couple that I know work for me... and they might or might not work for you just like the above might work for you but usually not for me.
1). RESEARCH
- Amy and I hadn't seen much of each other this past week since I have been busy with church work, and meetings, and studio time (I am working on my new album due out in June 2010!) so I met her for lunch at a BP's close to her work. The night before we looked up BP's menu and nutritional information online. We discovered something very funny and I think very sly. Their 'Health Conscious Alternative Menu' is a pack of crap. Some of their salads had as many calories, fat and carbs as their pasta dishes with almost 1/2 the protein. Which means that your insulin level would sky-rocket causing your body to store almost all that food in fat cells. Amy and I finally found a dish or two that would work for us! I was delighted the next day to have a salad with my cannelloni. However, because I haven't ate any white pasta I just about died going home because my stomach didn't know what I had ate. Lesson learned, next time I will stick with the other choice I could have had which was a Steak Sandwich with Salad or a Citrus Chicken Salad.
2). REDUCE
- Amy and I used to go out every Friday night for date night, and almost every Sunday for either lunch or dinner plus usually on average 1 more night every 2 weeks. That means we would have ate out at least 10 times in a month. That might be a lot for some, and maybe a drop in the bucket for others, as I said before I used to eat out all the time before I was married. Since we started this journey we have drastically reduced the amount of times we eat out at restaurants. The 2 times that I just finished mentioning (Doan's, and BP'S) are the first time we have ate out since Mar. 28 which means that in 3 weeks we have decreased our going out by almost 75%. It is simply easier to eat healthy at home. Some would say that it is more cost effective, but we haven't seen that since we eat a lot of vegetables and fruit, dairy and lean protein none of which are cheap. Another way to look at it is when you eat healthy at a restaurant it's not much fun ordering a plain chicken breast and salad, and paying twice as much than you would if you prepared it at home. I would rather treat myself (within proper reason) on a special occasion- B'Day, Anniversary, etc... rather than make going out a habit again.
3). PREPARE
- I Tried my hardest to find another 'R' word but it just wouldn't happen. It's a rare moment these days that I leave the house without at least an apple, a slice or two of cheese, some almonds and my bottle of water. I have to eat every 2 hours and those things keep my blood sugar levels on an even keel. Amy is constantly asking 'What are you going to do for lunch tomorrow?' (she truly is amazing) because she knows that I get so bogged down with other things that I forget to prepare myself. Most of us grab food at fast food joints or restaurants because we have failed to prepare properly for our day. I need to think through before I leave the house, 'How may hours will I be gone?' 'Will I have enough time to get back home, eat dinner and leave again?' 'How many snacks should I prepare'. Tuesdays are the worst for me as I sometimes have a meeting before my church staff meeting at 1:30 which means that I have eat on the run or at staff. Then I teach till 7 which means I don't get supper till 8 which means I have to pack 1 lunch and at least 2-3 snacks depending on what time I leave the house. It takes preparation, and yeah it can be exhausting, but I can say for sure that's why I am and going to be on the winning side of this battle.
I had a great week all in all. Some great workouts even though I think I strained my entire abdomen with too many crunches, and my eating was pretty on par despite going out 2 times this week! I am down to 405lbs which is very encouraging. I am really excited about my first goal which is to break the 400 mark which I haven't seen since last year and that only lasted for a week! Overall my total weight loss is 20lbs which means I only have another 30 to go for my second goal, and 180lbs for my ultimate goal!
Talk to you all soon!
Blake
Ps. thanks for all the comments and tips!
1). JUST DON'T GO OUT TO EAT
- While this may be an option to some, and Amy and I have seriously cut back on our meals out, it's just not really fun. That's part of how Amy and I came to be Blamy. When we were dating we always hung out at a coffee shop or restaurant, so we want to keep that part of our dating life, but in a healthier form.
2). USE A DOGGY BAG FOR PORTION CONTROL
- While this may work for some, this will NOT work for me... simply for the reason that I will eat that sucker as soon as I get home. My issue is with self-control when it comes to food, taking something home that was probably not the healthiest choice in the first place means that I will make 2 unhealthy choices in a row. BAD IDEA.
3). TELL YOUR SERVER YOUR SPECIAL NEEDS.
- So I got a story for this one. Amy's family and I went out for a meal on Sunday after church before my gig at Jo-Jo's Cafe (which is a great little coffee shop off of Whyte Ave. here in Edmonton). We went to a well-known Vietnamese restaurant called Doan's. I looked at the menu, and I looked at Amy and asked 'What can I have?' (Here's an aside to my blog called 'Blake's Bits' These are tidbits of info that will help you in life: When you are trying to lose weight and your partner is supportive like mine get them to help you make the proper choice. When they say 'You probably shouldn't have the extra-large pizza with Sausage and Pepperoni' DO NOT REPLY WITH 'But it's full of protein'). I decided on a brothy Pho soup (broth with bits of meat and noodles) with egg noodles (egg noodles are better than rice noodles as they have less starch more protein). I was in the middle of describing how I wanted more vegetables in my soup and less noodles when I noticed the blank look on the face of my server and I said 'You know what, forget it just bring me the soup'. Obviously telling your server what you need works SOMETIMES, but in my case it's the exception to the rule. I am really blessed and happy about that. (That was supposed to be sarcastic)
I think that's my top 3. At least those are the 3 I kept hearing from Weight Watchers and other fat loss specialists. Here are a couple that I know work for me... and they might or might not work for you just like the above might work for you but usually not for me.
1). RESEARCH
- Amy and I hadn't seen much of each other this past week since I have been busy with church work, and meetings, and studio time (I am working on my new album due out in June 2010!) so I met her for lunch at a BP's close to her work. The night before we looked up BP's menu and nutritional information online. We discovered something very funny and I think very sly. Their 'Health Conscious Alternative Menu' is a pack of crap. Some of their salads had as many calories, fat and carbs as their pasta dishes with almost 1/2 the protein. Which means that your insulin level would sky-rocket causing your body to store almost all that food in fat cells. Amy and I finally found a dish or two that would work for us! I was delighted the next day to have a salad with my cannelloni. However, because I haven't ate any white pasta I just about died going home because my stomach didn't know what I had ate. Lesson learned, next time I will stick with the other choice I could have had which was a Steak Sandwich with Salad or a Citrus Chicken Salad.
2). REDUCE
- Amy and I used to go out every Friday night for date night, and almost every Sunday for either lunch or dinner plus usually on average 1 more night every 2 weeks. That means we would have ate out at least 10 times in a month. That might be a lot for some, and maybe a drop in the bucket for others, as I said before I used to eat out all the time before I was married. Since we started this journey we have drastically reduced the amount of times we eat out at restaurants. The 2 times that I just finished mentioning (Doan's, and BP'S) are the first time we have ate out since Mar. 28 which means that in 3 weeks we have decreased our going out by almost 75%. It is simply easier to eat healthy at home. Some would say that it is more cost effective, but we haven't seen that since we eat a lot of vegetables and fruit, dairy and lean protein none of which are cheap. Another way to look at it is when you eat healthy at a restaurant it's not much fun ordering a plain chicken breast and salad, and paying twice as much than you would if you prepared it at home. I would rather treat myself (within proper reason) on a special occasion- B'Day, Anniversary, etc... rather than make going out a habit again.
3). PREPARE
- I Tried my hardest to find another 'R' word but it just wouldn't happen. It's a rare moment these days that I leave the house without at least an apple, a slice or two of cheese, some almonds and my bottle of water. I have to eat every 2 hours and those things keep my blood sugar levels on an even keel. Amy is constantly asking 'What are you going to do for lunch tomorrow?' (she truly is amazing) because she knows that I get so bogged down with other things that I forget to prepare myself. Most of us grab food at fast food joints or restaurants because we have failed to prepare properly for our day. I need to think through before I leave the house, 'How may hours will I be gone?' 'Will I have enough time to get back home, eat dinner and leave again?' 'How many snacks should I prepare'. Tuesdays are the worst for me as I sometimes have a meeting before my church staff meeting at 1:30 which means that I have eat on the run or at staff. Then I teach till 7 which means I don't get supper till 8 which means I have to pack 1 lunch and at least 2-3 snacks depending on what time I leave the house. It takes preparation, and yeah it can be exhausting, but I can say for sure that's why I am and going to be on the winning side of this battle.
I had a great week all in all. Some great workouts even though I think I strained my entire abdomen with too many crunches, and my eating was pretty on par despite going out 2 times this week! I am down to 405lbs which is very encouraging. I am really excited about my first goal which is to break the 400 mark which I haven't seen since last year and that only lasted for a week! Overall my total weight loss is 20lbs which means I only have another 30 to go for my second goal, and 180lbs for my ultimate goal!
Talk to you all soon!
Blake
Ps. thanks for all the comments and tips!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
The Battle of the Scale
I hate weigh scales. It is a deep and long-held hatred I have for scales. I think in my fantasy 'Blakey's Dream World' Where I would be emperor and be able to eat ice cream all day long while basking in the glow off of my manly sculpted pecs I would not allow scales to be invented or used. Scales make me nauseous, have clammy hands, I get all tongued tied and can't breathe. Seeing a scale makes me feel as though I am about to see a Dr. for the dreaded 'Turn around, this will only take a minute' appointment as he puts on the white glove and rubs vaseline over the finger tips... yeah I hate them that much.
I think it all started when I stepped onto my grandma's scale back in the day. It was pink, with a white face and had one of those spring loaded dials that had numbers that went up to 250. If you went over 250 it would just swing around until you were looking at a smaller number. I guess that meant I was supposed to add 250 plus the smaller number. You can imagine my horror the first time when I thought I had broken the thing. 'GRANDMA!!!! I broke your scale' 'Oh no you didn't you're just too fat'...
One fond memory of a scale is when my brother decided that he wanted to see how much I weighed. I think I was 16 or 17 and we had an upgraded digital version of the thing-which-should-not-be-mentioned. He is 7 years older and one of the strongest men I know, and he thought it would be funny to get me on one since I had such an aversion to them. After knocking lamps off their stands and pulling doors off their hinges my brother finally wrestled me onto the scale where it proudly produced a '00' reading. Which apparently was the scales' way of saying 'Get OFF OF ME!' Once again I was too heavy, but I was happy my brother wouldn't get the satisfaction of actually seeing a number.
I once went to the Drs.' office and they were using one of those really accurate 'move the big weight to the end of the arm contraptions' I took one look at the nurse and said 'Just write down the max. weight cuz this thing doesn't go high enough'...
After avoiding scales as much as I could throughout my adult life my hatred was renewed by a Christmas gift. Once I got our Wii-Fit all set-up it proudly displayed the fact that I was huge and not allowed on the board... I wanted to take the board and present it to the creator and show him where he could put his fitness board (My next blog will be about my 'Journey through Anger').
Scales are a big part of Weight Watchers, and there it's even worse because you have to share it with someone, it's a really big deal, and when you do well they are so happy for you, and when you don't do well they try to be so encouraging 'well what are you going to change this week'? Usually I wanted to reply 'I am going to eat a big bag of chips and dip and the biggest bottle of coke you can think of so I can come back and break this damn scale for reaffirming my already fat existence!' However I would always smile with dimpled cheeks and very sweetly tell them 'I am going to run more this week, or I am going to 'track' (write everything I eat down) this week'...
So this week I made a mistake in the war against the scale, I weighed myself on a different scale, at a different point in the week... NOT GOOD... for those of you who don't know, scales are tricky, they are mean, and they are LIARS! You should only weigh yourself once a week, and you should only use the same scale. I didn't follow these rules and I stepped on a scale that told me I was gaining weight! I wanted to throw it around and show it what I could do with my extra weight. When I got home, I told my wife (Amy) who ensured me and calmed me down that it was all the scales fault, and not mine, it made me feel a little better, a little... I was at the gym yesterday where the scale that I used last week is, and even though I wouldn't say I trust it or like it, I can tolerate this one.
We eyed one another from across the change room, its silver chassis gleaming in the bright lights. I could feel it smiling at me saying 'C'mon big boy I got you this time...' I was scared, I was sweaty, I was breathing heavy, so much so the guy beside me moved lockers. I walked up to it, took a deep breath and stepped on. The numbers scrolled by quickly and finally came to a rest and when I opened my eyes I smiled. I could hear music as I read those magical numbers, 408. Sure to you it might be a pound lost, but to me it's one step closer to victory.
I think it all started when I stepped onto my grandma's scale back in the day. It was pink, with a white face and had one of those spring loaded dials that had numbers that went up to 250. If you went over 250 it would just swing around until you were looking at a smaller number. I guess that meant I was supposed to add 250 plus the smaller number. You can imagine my horror the first time when I thought I had broken the thing. 'GRANDMA!!!! I broke your scale' 'Oh no you didn't you're just too fat'...
One fond memory of a scale is when my brother decided that he wanted to see how much I weighed. I think I was 16 or 17 and we had an upgraded digital version of the thing-which-should-not-be-mentioned. He is 7 years older and one of the strongest men I know, and he thought it would be funny to get me on one since I had such an aversion to them. After knocking lamps off their stands and pulling doors off their hinges my brother finally wrestled me onto the scale where it proudly produced a '00' reading. Which apparently was the scales' way of saying 'Get OFF OF ME!' Once again I was too heavy, but I was happy my brother wouldn't get the satisfaction of actually seeing a number.
I once went to the Drs.' office and they were using one of those really accurate 'move the big weight to the end of the arm contraptions' I took one look at the nurse and said 'Just write down the max. weight cuz this thing doesn't go high enough'...
After avoiding scales as much as I could throughout my adult life my hatred was renewed by a Christmas gift. Once I got our Wii-Fit all set-up it proudly displayed the fact that I was huge and not allowed on the board... I wanted to take the board and present it to the creator and show him where he could put his fitness board (My next blog will be about my 'Journey through Anger').
Scales are a big part of Weight Watchers, and there it's even worse because you have to share it with someone, it's a really big deal, and when you do well they are so happy for you, and when you don't do well they try to be so encouraging 'well what are you going to change this week'? Usually I wanted to reply 'I am going to eat a big bag of chips and dip and the biggest bottle of coke you can think of so I can come back and break this damn scale for reaffirming my already fat existence!' However I would always smile with dimpled cheeks and very sweetly tell them 'I am going to run more this week, or I am going to 'track' (write everything I eat down) this week'...
So this week I made a mistake in the war against the scale, I weighed myself on a different scale, at a different point in the week... NOT GOOD... for those of you who don't know, scales are tricky, they are mean, and they are LIARS! You should only weigh yourself once a week, and you should only use the same scale. I didn't follow these rules and I stepped on a scale that told me I was gaining weight! I wanted to throw it around and show it what I could do with my extra weight. When I got home, I told my wife (Amy) who ensured me and calmed me down that it was all the scales fault, and not mine, it made me feel a little better, a little... I was at the gym yesterday where the scale that I used last week is, and even though I wouldn't say I trust it or like it, I can tolerate this one.
We eyed one another from across the change room, its silver chassis gleaming in the bright lights. I could feel it smiling at me saying 'C'mon big boy I got you this time...' I was scared, I was sweaty, I was breathing heavy, so much so the guy beside me moved lockers. I walked up to it, took a deep breath and stepped on. The numbers scrolled by quickly and finally came to a rest and when I opened my eyes I smiled. I could hear music as I read those magical numbers, 408. Sure to you it might be a pound lost, but to me it's one step closer to victory.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Busy Days Eating Craze?
Sometimes it's really hard staying on track with my eating during my busy days. I have to pack balanced snacks (2 Protein, 2 Carb, and 2 Fat) and water every time I go out. Even if I am supposed to only be gone for a few hours, that's almost too long for me to go without eating. It's like being a diabetic you have to check in on your body signals every couple of hours in order to keep your blood sugar levels and your hunger levels in the right place. The Zone Diet is based on that science. It's the idea if you increase your insulin levels you will gain weight. So basically I live on a pretty low carb, low sugar diet. I also am trying to stay away from anything super fatty and the leanest meats we can find. It makes things hard when you need to eat fast you have to retrain yourself to think where's the nearest Extreme Pita or Subway rather than choosing from the myriad of options like Wendy's, McDonald's and any other burger joint that will pull me into their unhealthy grips. Apparently I need a 12 step program for fast food.
Speaking of fast food, let me share my story with you on that one, and ask you a question. How much fast food consumption is 'normal'? For me back when I was 19 and 20 I was in a College where I my meal plan was something like this. McDonald's on Monday, KFC (TOONIE tuesday remember that sinful, succulent meal?) Tues., Boston Pizza Tues. Night (Pasta Tues. I tell you there is one rich guy in Prince Albert, SK, cuz I didn't miss a Tues. night with my buddy Clay he saw us comin' a mile away and told the kitchen to 'get it ready'). Wed. was Mcdonald's, Thurs. I would eat maybe at a friend's house, and for the weekend I would head out to the farm and eat my mom's good ol' home cookin'. So apart from my mom's cooking on the weekend, and possibly a friend or two having pity on my stomach I ate fast food anywhere from 4-7 times a WEEK, I think now that I think of it that I am lucky I am still walking.
Today, is a busy day (worship practice etc...) and my sis is here so we went shopping, we found ourselves out and about looking for food even though my amazing wife packed snacks for all. Lucky for us we already made the choice to find a Subway or some other sandwich such place and hit them up for all their veggies!
I guess the point I make is that life is full of choices, and we get to make them! We choose to eat our fill of grease and fat at our local burger joint (which by the way is ok JUST maybe not ok when you are 400 lbs and trying to lose weight!) OR we can choose to find the healthy option. When I was 19 I just did whatever the heck I felt like, and ate what I wanted, when I wanted, where I wanted without fear of consequence. If I could talk to my 19 year old self face to face, I think I would break his nose and I could because I am bigger... thanks to him.
Talk to you next week!
He Is RISEN!!!
Speaking of fast food, let me share my story with you on that one, and ask you a question. How much fast food consumption is 'normal'? For me back when I was 19 and 20 I was in a College where I my meal plan was something like this. McDonald's on Monday, KFC (TOONIE tuesday remember that sinful, succulent meal?) Tues., Boston Pizza Tues. Night (Pasta Tues. I tell you there is one rich guy in Prince Albert, SK, cuz I didn't miss a Tues. night with my buddy Clay he saw us comin' a mile away and told the kitchen to 'get it ready'). Wed. was Mcdonald's, Thurs. I would eat maybe at a friend's house, and for the weekend I would head out to the farm and eat my mom's good ol' home cookin'. So apart from my mom's cooking on the weekend, and possibly a friend or two having pity on my stomach I ate fast food anywhere from 4-7 times a WEEK, I think now that I think of it that I am lucky I am still walking.
Today, is a busy day (worship practice etc...) and my sis is here so we went shopping, we found ourselves out and about looking for food even though my amazing wife packed snacks for all. Lucky for us we already made the choice to find a Subway or some other sandwich such place and hit them up for all their veggies!
I guess the point I make is that life is full of choices, and we get to make them! We choose to eat our fill of grease and fat at our local burger joint (which by the way is ok JUST maybe not ok when you are 400 lbs and trying to lose weight!) OR we can choose to find the healthy option. When I was 19 I just did whatever the heck I felt like, and ate what I wanted, when I wanted, where I wanted without fear of consequence. If I could talk to my 19 year old self face to face, I think I would break his nose and I could because I am bigger... thanks to him.
Talk to you next week!
He Is RISEN!!!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Goals and Small Successes
So I went to the gym after a few days of being away with Amy on Spring Break. It was a great time to see some friends and spend some time alone with each other at a retreat center outside of Cochrane, AB. I was anxious to get back to the gym to see how I had done over the past week. I tried my best to eat the way that Amy and I have decided to eat(which looks a lot like 'The Zone Diet') but it was hard in that Amy and I weren't in control of our menus. However, I am in control of what I choose to eat, and how much of it goes on my plate and in mouth! The weigh-in today was a huge success. I am down to 409 lbs from 421 last week which brings my total weight loss to 16lbs in less than 2 weeks!
Every success is worth sharing and celebrating even if it's losing an inch or 1 lb. and every success needs a 'reward'. I used to give myself rewards all the time, a bag of chips for every time I moved off of the couch to get them, a Coke for every meal that had vegetables, when I was on Weight Watchers after my weigh-in I could have a cheat meal, ANYTHING I WANTED, which turned into a cheat day, a cheat weekend, a cheat week, a cheat month (which always seemed to be Dec.). Obviously my old rewards are not going to help me much these days, so I am going to need to come up with some new ones! Simon, my mentor of the past few years is doing this journey with me, his goal is to lose 100 lbs from 310 to 210. We have a combined goal of 50 lbs each by June 30. One of his 'rewards' for losing that amount of weight is money from his wife for 2 new suits! Now I am not much of a suit guy, but I am definitely going to need some new clothes... perhaps I should put up a paypal link and let you my friends 'donate for weight' so you can buy my weight off of me... that way I can make enough money to buy some new clothes! My Ultimate Reward when I get to my goal will be a trip to Disneyland with my wife, because I think by then I will actually fit in the rides. What other rewards should I have? Each new plateau of 25lbs lost is a huge success and I think it is worth celebrating so what will I do to celebrate? Each 10lbs I lose is a small victory in this war I wage with my weight what celebration can I come up with that is a healthy expression for that success?
I would love to hear your thoughts friends!
Here's to the first 10 lbs! Small success leads to great victory!
Every success is worth sharing and celebrating even if it's losing an inch or 1 lb. and every success needs a 'reward'. I used to give myself rewards all the time, a bag of chips for every time I moved off of the couch to get them, a Coke for every meal that had vegetables, when I was on Weight Watchers after my weigh-in I could have a cheat meal, ANYTHING I WANTED, which turned into a cheat day, a cheat weekend, a cheat week, a cheat month (which always seemed to be Dec.). Obviously my old rewards are not going to help me much these days, so I am going to need to come up with some new ones! Simon, my mentor of the past few years is doing this journey with me, his goal is to lose 100 lbs from 310 to 210. We have a combined goal of 50 lbs each by June 30. One of his 'rewards' for losing that amount of weight is money from his wife for 2 new suits! Now I am not much of a suit guy, but I am definitely going to need some new clothes... perhaps I should put up a paypal link and let you my friends 'donate for weight' so you can buy my weight off of me... that way I can make enough money to buy some new clothes! My Ultimate Reward when I get to my goal will be a trip to Disneyland with my wife, because I think by then I will actually fit in the rides. What other rewards should I have? Each new plateau of 25lbs lost is a huge success and I think it is worth celebrating so what will I do to celebrate? Each 10lbs I lose is a small victory in this war I wage with my weight what celebration can I come up with that is a healthy expression for that success?
I would love to hear your thoughts friends!
Here's to the first 10 lbs! Small success leads to great victory!
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