Okay, so we don't have kids and evidently we don't like contributing to our retirement. That leaves us with a bit of $ to typically spend on fast food. This week, after watching The Biggest Loser reruns on HuluPlus, I've started my own Biggest Loser competition. Right now I'm the only contestant, but I'm pretending there are others. AND I WILL CRUSH THEM!!! *shaking fist into the air*
A few days ago I think I blogged about choosing a fitness monitoring device. I went with the FitBit One because it was cheaper, smaller, and it has a really great free support website. The website applications are cool and easy to use. I swear to god, I'm not a paid endorser, I'm just super pleased with this product. It also works side-by-side with MyFitnessPal. They sync with each other so that everything is nice and purdy.
I also splurged and bought the Withing's Wi-Fi Body Scale which does everything including the laundry. Dude. Duuuuude. This thing zaps all of your info from your bathroom to your computer AS SOON AS YOU STEP OFF OF IT! That's crazy, yo! After I weigh in, I run to the computer to see my progress: weight, body fat %, and BMI.
All of these devices interact with each other. It's like an electronic three-some of fat busting!! I will gadget myself to weight loss. Oh yes, I will.
Did you know that one medium Roma tomato is 35 calories? I put one on my sandwich yesterday and another sliced on the plate. When I entered the info into MyFitnessPal I was shocked, nay stunned, to find that I had spent 70 of my precious 1200 calories on tomatoes. TOMATOES!
Sure it's better that than, say Cheetos but sheesh. Did you also know, tomatoes are part of the (deadly*) nightshade "vegetables". OoooOOooOooo. Some say that we Lupi peeps shouldn't eat nightshade veggies because of their inherent inflammatory properties. If that were the case, then we should stay away from a number of tasty veggies that would honestly make me horribly depressed.
Luckily Lupus.org weighs in on the issue (edited, head over there to see the hole s[ch]piel):
Q: Will eating nightshade vegetables increase my lupus flares or joint pain? It seems that every place I read about this has a different opinion about this.
A: The nightshade vegetables include white potatoes, tomatoes, peppers (sweet and hot), and eggplant. While there is anecdotal evidence that some of these foods can be related to inflammation, there is no solid scientific evidence to support this concept. My advice would be for people to keep track of when they eat these foods, and to look for a pattern between consumption and a flare. If there does seem to be a connection, ...a person could avoid one/all of the nightshade vegetables without creating any nutrient deficiencies.
Why tomatoes gotta be like that? Always gotta be gett'n all the attention... bring'n all the dramarama. Tomatoes are just another squirrel try'n ta get a nut.
Can I just profess, right now, right here, in front of everyone, that I love Nick Kroll. Frick'n hysterical. Instead of a song playing over and over in my head right now, I have his Liz character (from PubLizity [it's based on our nayams]) saying "Ohmygahg". Oooooh how I love him.
On today's plate, I'm trying to figure out which fitness assessing device to buy. I'm looking at BodyMedia, Fitbit, & bodybugg. Buying one of these will automatically make me lose weight, right? RIGHT?!
I've also opened MyFitnessPal for the first time in months. I can't help but feeling this overall sense of foreshadowed doom. In the back of my mind I'm saying to myself, "Oh jeez, here we go again. Another attempt that I will just give up in a few weeks." How fucked up is that? I recognized the self-deprecating thoughts when I was talking to my husband this morning over a delicious Del Taco egg & cheese burrito (don't judge me).
We had just dropped our pup off at the vet to have hip surgery (which of course made me crave comfort food) and I was telling him of the wonderful plans that I had for my (and the pup's) future. I waxed on about how she'll be recovering at a similar rate that I will be, so she can do the little steadily lengthened walks at the park with me. Our stamina will gradually increase together, culminating in the most amazing mother/pup-daughter healing and healthful experience EVAR OCCURRING IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD!!
All the while thinking that he's thinking, "Oh god, here we go again" *mental rolling of the eyes*. So I said something to the affect of "or whatever" to which he immediately called me out. We talked about my defeatist attitude. It's so crazy because I'm typically a positive person. You know, one of those irritating "you can doooo eeet" types that think everything is possible. But for some reason my self-talk is horribly negative when it comes to weight loss and fitness.
In 2005/6 I lost about 70 lbs. I've done it before, so I know that I'm totally capable of it; however, it's those rumblings that all we fat people have that keep playing in my head like a broken record. "Even if you lose it, you'll gain it back... PLUS MORE!", "Exercise? You hate exercise.", "It's too hard.", "Think of all of the food you won't be able to eat.", "You did it before without very much movement, why do I need to walk this time?", "Tomorrow... tomorrow I'll start. I'm just not feeling up for it today."
So fucking ridiculous. Meanwhile, I'm stuck on medication that's doing who-knows-what to my body. Intellectually I know that I'm killing myself by remaining on this path. Why is this process so fucking hard? Ug, I can't even ask that stupid question, I know all of the reasons. It's just my ego. Stupid ego.
Having a hysterectomy when you're morbidly obese is a fucking big deal. I'm at the end of the 5th week and my gut is still sore. The wobbly fat pulls at the incision making the healing process more difficult. Arg, it's so goddamn frustrating 'cause I just want to get to that point where I can start exercising without feeling like I'm going to hurt myself.
I went out today to visit with some friends. Afterwards we went to the park so that some of them could try their luck with slacklining.
Goddamn hippies. Does this guy look like a young Art Garfunkel to anyone else? It's hard for me not to see Garfunkel slacklining in this act. Hello slackline, my old frieend...
But I digress. Today started Day 1 of the Biggest Loser Fat Brown Chick Special Edition. It was rough, but this is totally doable. About 6/7 years ago I was able to lose 70 lbs, during which most of the time period I was recovering from knee surgery. Did that sentence make sense? I dunno. I'm tired. Whilst I was out with the dirty slackers I was in the sun. Lupus people shouldn't be in the sun, it's against our ways.
Was watching Catfish the TV show - the episode with Kya & Dani - and I ashamedly admit that in the end when the lovebirds are on the beach, I wished that Kya were thinner. Ridiculous. You get so used to seeing thin people in romantic comedies that when you see real-life-sized people it's odd. Something doesn't sit right.
I wonder if that's what people think when they see me and Hubby walking hand in hand. I'm sure we've been judged, that's just human nature. No matter how hard you work to change your "wrong" way of thinking, to grow as a person, there's still that flash of the old, bigoted, ugly you before your enlightened being can bitch slap it back to your subconscious.
I also saw the episode with Rico. That man is so frick'n unbelievably gorgeous. I kept giggling idiotically to myself when his beautiful mug came up on the screen. Lust turned to sadness, though, when I realized that he reminded me of a dear friend that I knew in high school. His name was Chad and he died suddenly at the age of 29 from a DVT. Ug and now I'm sad. Goddamnit.
Okay, so I'm a bit late to the Biggest Loser bandwagon. I started watching this season and got hooked so I added all of the previous seasons to my HuluPlus account. I'm currently in the middle of season 1.
It's so crazy to look at these people and realize that their starting weight is lower than what I currently weigh. AND THEY LOOK SOOOO FAT! I don't feel that fat. I mean, sure I've got fluff and when the tv goes dark I can see the reflection of a morbidly obese person staring at me, but I don't feel fat.
Yesterday TBL inspired me to make a Costco run to pick up the family-sized portions of fruits. Unfortunately, I'm still recovering from surgery and majorly overdid it. Damn you Costco!!! *shaking fist into the air* You've foiled me again!
Right now I've got some frozen organic chicken boobies in the oven. I bought the village-sized frozen green beans that I'm looking forward to devouring too. Very exciting. I might actually take some photos tomorrow.
Had the girly bits removed at the end of last year. Recovery has been going splendidly, but I can't wait until I'm healed completely. I think this year is going to be a good one.
