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No Problem! (Day 104)

pizza portion salad tangelo 3A party? No problem!

It’s pretty cool that the Super Bowl celebration at my house yesterday didn’t freak me out. I’ve learned that if I attend a special event I can choose to eat more moderately, but have foods I don’t typically have, and it won’t be a problem as long as I stay to my habits of lower calories, healthier foods, and exercise the rest of the week.

Since I had some food I’m not used to during the Superbowl game yesterday, I focused on really healthy eating today. I started with my BEFull shake with some papaya (which helps digestion) and strawberries in it. At lunch I had a small piece of left-over homemade whole wheat pizza with a huge salad with Walnuts and pomegranates, a tangelo, and some strawberries. I also walked almost 4 miles. It felt good to return to these habits.                                     ~ Feb. 4, 2013

Real Time Update:

I think the best trick to having healthy eating habits and decent calorie counts without tracking every bite is to simple fill half or more of the plate with salad. Then if I’m having meat, the next biggest portion is my protein, and the smallest portion is a starch or carb if I’m having that.

What About You?

Any tricks for eating healthy and low calorie without tracking every bite?

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Snowflakes and a Hard Heart Made Soft – Day 81

snowflake in windo

One of our homemade snowflakes, which I finally took down the first day of Spring, just in time for more snow!

I’m either totally awesome, brave, and strong . . . or lacking in common sense.

I just returned from a four mile walk. It’s 9 degrees, and I can barely move my cheeks. But I feel empowered. It’s a football playoff day at our house. The boys, glued to the TV, are begging for homemade pizza, and I just earned 520 calories of cheesy goodness. Glad I didn’t splurge yesterday just because I was sad. Glad I was intentional about choosing when and how to eat a heavy, high calorie food.

I awoke angry this morning. All those tests stirred up the weird sensations in my head. It was as bad as it was a few months ago. I cried. I don’t want to go back to that level of functionality. I’d found a peace with the last six months. After all, I’ve received much healing in all parts of who I am, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I’m in better shape than I’ve been in years. I’d even come to the place I could thank God for the process, be grateful I was “benched” so that I would take time to take care of ME.

But not this morning. I was mad at God. Afraid of what the future holds—how many more tests, what therapies are a head. I’m tired of spending so much time and energy focused on getting well. I want to get on with my goals for life!

I remembered what my friend said about my walking, about how it was Eden walks, when the Lord and I walked together, connected like Adam and Eve did in the Garden of Eden. And I didn’t feel all sweet and good about that. I wanted Jerry to be healthy enough to walk with me. I didn’t want to walk alone, even if it meant an opportunity to walk with God. I was mad at Him anyway.

And of course that attitude made me feel even worse because I don’t like to be mad at God. I want to WANT to spend time with Him. I knew my emotions were childish and petty, that this world isn’t heaven and getting mad at God doesn’t do anything to help me.

Maybe that’s why I was so determined to walk despite the cold: to prove to myself that I choose God even when I’m angry, when life hurts, when my emotions rail against Him. (Well, that and I wanted to enjoy no-guilt homemade pizza with my boys!)

So I took off. I made a goal of walking to the grocery store. I figured that would give me a specific plan and a place to warm-up halfway through. As I walked it was hard to think about anything except how cold it was. But when you walk with God (even if you’re ignoring Him) cool things can happen.

Cool thing #1 is that even though it wasn’t snowing, some flakes from the dusting we got last night jumped from a roof as I walked by and followed each other in a lazy waltz as they descended to the ground. My heart lifted at the beauty, and a song began in my heart:

And somewhere it’s snowing

See the soft drifting down

As the snowflakes surrender

To the hardening ground

Like the good grace of Jesus

That now covers our sin

In the kingdom of heaven

It’s snowing again.

I sang a little as I walked, breathing in the cold and panting between choruses. His grace washed over the hard ground of my heart. I sensed His love, His patience with my bad attitude.

Cool thing #2 happened as I passed a house that always has amazing Christmas decorations. Of course they are down now, but each holiday season I make a point to drive past this house and enjoy the array of Christmas scenes they display. When the kids were little, it was a family experience.  I’ve long treasured the gift the people of this house give the people of mine.

This house is over a mile from ours, so I don’t know these people. I’ve signed their guest book, but never been able to thank them personally. As I walked by a woman was unloading a bunch of groceries in the miserable cold. I rushed across the street and started helping. Of course I’m a total stranger to her, but I just had to do it. It was just a tiny token of appreciation for all the joy they have brought my family and me. It felt so good to finally thank them face-to-face.

Of course you don’t have a unique encounter like that without thinking about Jesus. I felt His smile, and I returned it with one of my own. I’m convinced He orchestrated that sweet moment so my anger could melt into joy.

Cool thing #3 blossomed as I thought about Him again. I thought of how He is with me every single moment, and how I am never alone even when it feels like I am. I imagined Him walking next to me. I thought about what I would say to a friend walking with me and tried to concentrate on chatting with Him like that. I was only successful for short spurts before my mind wandered to whatever caught my attention as I walked past. This frustrated me. I longed for deeper connection, for a true Eden walk.

Then I thought about how it is when I walk with Jerry. Sometimes we talk, and sometimes we just enjoy walking together, letting our thoughts drift in companionable silence. I looked to my left and believed Jesus was right there. I smiled because He chose the side next to the traffic, just like Jerry does. And I felt protected and loved.

Cool thing #4 happened as I warmed up at the grocery store. There was a wonderful woman offering samples. I had walked into my usual lunch time, and my cheeks were stiff with cold, so I paused a moment to accept a sample (60 calories, I checked) and chat while I warmed.

What a woman! Eighty-five years old, she retired from the police department and works at the sample table so she can travel the world! How cool is that?? Just a few months ago she flew with her daughters to Barcelona and the cruised the Mediterranean. What an inspiration! I want to live fully at 85, continue to chase my dreams, find places to make friends and be useful, like she has.

My new friend Norma had a strong faith that shone as we talked. She told me pieces of her story—and isn’t that what life is really about, how we all live in the big story of life and how your story and mine intersect?

I saw her strength, her joy, her willingness to reach out to me, a perfect stranger, in the midst of some incredibly difficult circumstances.  I saw how she didn’t stop living when hard things came, how she found ways to breathe and celebrate and travel all 50 states and most of Europe.

Warmed in the grace of her smile, Jesus and I headed back home. We didn’t talk much. I was so cold I mostly just wanted to walk fast and get to the heat of my very own house, but that whole freezing two miles I knew Him and His presence.

Sometimes life’s journey freaks me out, makes me mad, disappoints me. But today’s four mile journey in the cold reminded me that even in tough situations cool surprises happen.                  ~ January 12, 2013

Real Time:

I’m glad the Lord is so patient with me! I’ve been mad at him again this week. I really hope I outgrow that someday.

What About You?

How does anger affect weight loss. What do you do when you’re mad?

Weight Loss Journey Day 32

I crossed a milestone! There was pizza in the house, and I didn’t overeat!

We invited friends over for the Bronco game today after church.

We cut veggies,

pizza 1

and cooked groundbeef and other meats for pizza

pizza 3

with homemade whole wheat crust.

We piled on the ingredients then covered them with cheese

pizza prep 2

And though I ate some

pizza 4

I didn’t go over calorie count.

Part of my success was that I invited the other mom to take a nice, long walk. We got to visit uninterrupted and burned off enough calories that my indulgence in that gooey, hot cheese didn’t crash my plans for weight loss. (I’m learning to mix healthy movement into my daily routines, and it helps a lot!)

I’m now doing my second BEPure cleanse. (Probably a good thing after all that cheese!) I should have started the cleanse on Wednesday, but decided to wait until after Thanksgiving. I hope it doesn’t affect me as much as the first time . . .

Real Time Update:

One of the hardest parts of changing my eating habits was cutting way back on cheese. But I love that I can choose here and there to have it in moderation while being intentional about adding in more fresh foods and exercising.

What’s interesting is that since I’ve been on BeNew my cravings for sweets have diminished to the point I don’t even think about them most days, and my cravings for cheesy things are down at least 60%. They flare when I have a really bad day, am in need of comfort, or see pictures like the ones in this blog, but even then are more manageable than I would have thought possible.

What About You?

What favorite food do you choose to limit to gain greater health and a more fit, lean body?

Weight Loss Journey Day Four

Having a little trouble falling to sleep at night. Awoke very sluggish. Headed right for the coffee pot. Thought I’d try a heartier breakfast (whole wheat pancake with a little granola in it and a small meat patty) to see if I felt better in the afternoon slump.

Felt good at first, but the day turned dreary. I ended up hiding out in my bedroom and having a good cry. Someone hinted on the BETA group that cleanses can make you emotional. BePure is said to be a more gentle cleanse, and thankfully I wasn’t asked to fast. But I wish they’d talked more about what a cleanse is like because I’ve never done one before. Today felt almost like I was PMSing, but I checked the calendar, and it’s not that time of the month. I’m hoping the tears are just a release of toxins the BePure is attacking.

Thank God I had my shake for lunch. I’m using almond milk now instead of 1%. Tastes better, feels better, and saves 100 calories! I couldn’t get into the kitchen because we had a cracked pipe. Everything is torn up, the damage is between the kitchen upstairs and the livingroom downstairs. Jerry and the plumber are tearing up the house to get to it—walls, cabinets, bookcases. Ugh. The chaos of the day distracted me from getting my usual water in-take or being able to plan an evening meal.

Not good.

No way to get into the kitchen to cook. Stephen bought pizza for the boys. Not something I should have eaten, but at least I ate about half my normal portion. (Ugh. I think I’ll keep this little detail about having PIZZA off that private facebook page where we are talking about our weight loss! A lot of those people are super healthy and would be appalled even if we weren’t on a diet!)

I was sluggish and emotional, even after my good cry and my efforts to get more water down. As the day went on I began to feel cramped, bloated, and aching. Felt a little the night before, but not enough to pay attention to. This time it was pretty miserable and continued into the night.

No walk today. Just leaking pipes and chaos and tears and pain. 😦

But I was also only a few calories over 1200! I’m slowly learning to eat less.

(Author’s note: The article connected to the image I used is all about crying. Not a bad read!)