Friday, August 20, 2010
I spent hours painting the nastiness that was once my classroom door (and I went ahead and painted my coworker's door as well). I then got a wee bit carried away and painted a mural...on the entrance to my classroom trailer. Yes, I painted a 4' x 4' design on the wooden boardwalk. I probably should have asked the principal first. ooops.
Then again, I didn't ask before I put up gutters on the trailer. I didn't ask before I built wooden benches outside in the courtyard. I didn't ask when I built the cabinets, shelves, and student cubbies. I also didn't ask to sand the graffiti off of the disgusting tables that students have been using for at least 16 years (based on the years carved along with the ugly words).So, I figured a little paint wouldn't be a bad thing. I hope. We'll find out Monday I guess.
So I spent another 13 hours at work and instead of eating out I brought a Smart Ones meal. That's the good news. The not-so-good news? That is all I ate for the day until just after midnight. Though I did eat a veggie burger, having only 10 points for the day can't be healthy. I don't feel hungry, but this is the type of poor eating habits that helped me become overweight. In the past, I would work my butt off (unfortunately not literally) and then grab a quick, and large portion of filling food.
I need to get into a routine of eating something healthy in the morning before work, then eat a healthy meal at work - plus bring a sensible snack in case it turns out to be a long day. Then when I leave work, I will be less likely to want to stuff my face.
Baby steps Stephanie. Baby steps. Right now I should be getting to bed. I have another row of cubbies to build for my classroom this weekend. Hey, I wonder if I have enough paint to cover the back door....?
Friday, August 20, 2010
Mexican Food for Lunch-Ay Caramba!
Thursday, August 19
What to order, what to order...?
Everything was covered with cheese and surrounded by pools of refried beans and enough rice to feed a family. I wish every restaurant had point values on their menus!I ended up ordering a dish that seemed relatively safe. Pollo Adobo (and when I came home a few minutes ago I tried to Google it, but what I ate today and what they call Pollo Adobo are two very different foods.) So I ended up listing every ingredient that I could. Since it was mostly sliced chicken breast and veggies (spinach, onions, & peppers) it was pretty good. I just wish I knew what the flavor came from-I mean there wasn't a sauce or anything, but the food seemed like it was cooked together with some kind of salty (and yummy) liquid. Who knows? With my luck the meal was probably full of hidden points. It seems I'm going to have to work on the whole eating out thing.
Here's the good news: I specifically asked for the lunch portion (smaller). Then I only ate HALF! I mean it was mouth-watering, but I actually realized I was full and stopped eating. (This is a calendar marking moment for me.) I just finished eating the rest of it for dinner...and I am full.
That one meal (and a Starbucks coffee) are the only points I've had today. If that meal was worth more than I calculated, I am sure I worked it off with all the manual labor and scrubbing I did today in my classroom. 14 of hours muscle-screaming work-none of it done while seated. Well, I did take a lunch break and on the way back went to the store for more supplies for the classroom)
Right now I can barely sit here and type. I am pooped. And tomorrow, I am not going out to eat. Not unless I can plan ahead and know points before I order.
Night Night all - I will be asleep in no time!
What to order, what to order...?
Everything was covered with cheese and surrounded by pools of refried beans and enough rice to feed a family. I wish every restaurant had point values on their menus!I ended up ordering a dish that seemed relatively safe. Pollo Adobo (and when I came home a few minutes ago I tried to Google it, but what I ate today and what they call Pollo Adobo are two very different foods.) So I ended up listing every ingredient that I could. Since it was mostly sliced chicken breast and veggies (spinach, onions, & peppers) it was pretty good. I just wish I knew what the flavor came from-I mean there wasn't a sauce or anything, but the food seemed like it was cooked together with some kind of salty (and yummy) liquid. Who knows? With my luck the meal was probably full of hidden points. It seems I'm going to have to work on the whole eating out thing.
Here's the good news: I specifically asked for the lunch portion (smaller). Then I only ate HALF! I mean it was mouth-watering, but I actually realized I was full and stopped eating. (This is a calendar marking moment for me.) I just finished eating the rest of it for dinner...and I am full.
That one meal (and a Starbucks coffee) are the only points I've had today. If that meal was worth more than I calculated, I am sure I worked it off with all the manual labor and scrubbing I did today in my classroom. 14 of hours muscle-screaming work-none of it done while seated. Well, I did take a lunch break and on the way back went to the store for more supplies for the classroom)
Right now I can barely sit here and type. I am pooped. And tomorrow, I am not going out to eat. Not unless I can plan ahead and know points before I order.
Night Night all - I will be asleep in no time!
Buffet: You are a Cruel Creature
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Today we were in our mandatory day-long teacher workday held at one of the local churches. To ensure we didn't escape, breakfast and lunch were provided. Tables were covered with point-ridden dishes. Lunch had the added benefit of an additional dessert table.
I ate fruit for breakfast (the fruit was located next to a small mountain of biscuits, trays of Chick-fil-A chicken breakfast things. I think the fruit was designed to be eaten with the cartons of caramel, but I just put a little bit of fruit on my plate. No toppings - not even sugar.
Lunch was really hard for me. I didn't know what to expect so I didn't know how to plan for the buffet. It turned out to be deli sandwiches and a whole lot of salads (no, not the leafy kind, the thick melted cheese type that really should be labeled casseroles.) I ended up putting a couple of slices of turkey on my plate and ate some more of the fruit left from breakfast. There was a three bean salad kind of thing and I tried a little of that too.
Most importantly, I did NOT have a single dessert. Not even a bite. Granted, I walked by the table a few times (with my hands in my pockets to help with my self-control), but I didn't taste a bit. I really REALLY wanted to though. The breads were frosted with about an inch-thick layer of gooey sweetness, and someone brought in a vat of banana pudding (complete with vanilla wafers). There were seemingly endless dishes of chocolate cakes and other frosted concoctions. By the time I got home (6:30) I was hungry. I scarfed down celery (with peanut butter-yep, I'm a bad girl). Then when I felt I was calm, I ate one of the Weight Watchers Smart Ones meals and even ate a slice of wheat bread with a piece of American cheese on top.
I only have 3.5 points left for today. I am going to relax here on the computer, finish my Diet Pepsi, then collapse on the bed. I am one tired puppy!
Today we were in our mandatory day-long teacher workday held at one of the local churches. To ensure we didn't escape, breakfast and lunch were provided. Tables were covered with point-ridden dishes. Lunch had the added benefit of an additional dessert table.
I ate fruit for breakfast (the fruit was located next to a small mountain of biscuits, trays of Chick-fil-A chicken breakfast things. I think the fruit was designed to be eaten with the cartons of caramel, but I just put a little bit of fruit on my plate. No toppings - not even sugar.
Lunch was really hard for me. I didn't know what to expect so I didn't know how to plan for the buffet. It turned out to be deli sandwiches and a whole lot of salads (no, not the leafy kind, the thick melted cheese type that really should be labeled casseroles.) I ended up putting a couple of slices of turkey on my plate and ate some more of the fruit left from breakfast. There was a three bean salad kind of thing and I tried a little of that too.
Most importantly, I did NOT have a single dessert. Not even a bite. Granted, I walked by the table a few times (with my hands in my pockets to help with my self-control), but I didn't taste a bit. I really REALLY wanted to though. The breads were frosted with about an inch-thick layer of gooey sweetness, and someone brought in a vat of banana pudding (complete with vanilla wafers). There were seemingly endless dishes of chocolate cakes and other frosted concoctions. By the time I got home (6:30) I was hungry. I scarfed down celery (with peanut butter-yep, I'm a bad girl). Then when I felt I was calm, I ate one of the Weight Watchers Smart Ones meals and even ate a slice of wheat bread with a piece of American cheese on top.
I only have 3.5 points left for today. I am going to relax here on the computer, finish my Diet Pepsi, then collapse on the bed. I am one tired puppy!
I won my match!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Woot Woot! I won my pool match tonight and didn't get tempted by the ton of food on every counter space in the place. Well, let me rephrase that: I was tempted, but I didn't fall for it. I just got home (11:00pm) and ate a veggie burger. Yum.
Tomorrow is my first day back to school. We have an all-day meeting at a local church (complete with massive amounts of food). I have already spread the word to a few of my coworkers about my new eating lifestyle, so hopefully I won't be a target for the people who mean well, but think shoving food in your face is a good thing. Today was a great day!
Woot Woot! I won my pool match tonight and didn't get tempted by the ton of food on every counter space in the place. Well, let me rephrase that: I was tempted, but I didn't fall for it. I just got home (11:00pm) and ate a veggie burger. Yum.
Tomorrow is my first day back to school. We have an all-day meeting at a local church (complete with massive amounts of food). I have already spread the word to a few of my coworkers about my new eating lifestyle, so hopefully I won't be a target for the people who mean well, but think shoving food in your face is a good thing. Today was a great day!
Getting ready to play pool
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Tuesdays are challenging for me. It is my league night. Every Tuesday my teammates either order delivery or if we are playing at a bar with a grill, it means greasy, cheesy, fatty food from the menu. I used to be the one who wrangled the orders (I don't play the opening match). Though my friends mean well, it is hard when they say, "Oh, one little piece of _______ (insert incredibly tempting food here) won't hurt" or "You should reward yourself" or "But you get the weekly splurge points; live a little."
Now I eat before I go out so I have a ready-made excuse for not indulging and I drink Bud Select 55. I make sure to save my daily points for a SmartOnes meal when I come home and that has worked out pretty well. Today I figured writing in my blog before I leave would also give me that extra backbone. I will need to use that willpower tomorrow too since it is the first teacher workday for this school year (that means food and lots of it). Since a remarkable number of my coworkers have had the gastric bypass surgery, I will probably try to sit near them (less food and less opportunity for "Oh Steph you have GOT to try this...")
Well, it is nearly 4:00 and the matches begin at 7. I've eaten a bagel thin with cream cheese and should be able to squeeze in some exercise before showering and hitting the road with my cue stick. (Yes, I am stalling - I am adept at running an avoidance pattern with anything unpleasant like exercise and being surrounded by fried, heavy, greasy food.)
I wonder if the energy I spend exerting my willpower can be translated into activity points. Okay, now this is getting pathetic. I need to just get off my butt. Wish me luck, I'm goin' in.
Tuesdays are challenging for me. It is my league night. Every Tuesday my teammates either order delivery or if we are playing at a bar with a grill, it means greasy, cheesy, fatty food from the menu. I used to be the one who wrangled the orders (I don't play the opening match). Though my friends mean well, it is hard when they say, "Oh, one little piece of _______ (insert incredibly tempting food here) won't hurt" or "You should reward yourself" or "But you get the weekly splurge points; live a little."
Now I eat before I go out so I have a ready-made excuse for not indulging and I drink Bud Select 55. I make sure to save my daily points for a SmartOnes meal when I come home and that has worked out pretty well. Today I figured writing in my blog before I leave would also give me that extra backbone. I will need to use that willpower tomorrow too since it is the first teacher workday for this school year (that means food and lots of it). Since a remarkable number of my coworkers have had the gastric bypass surgery, I will probably try to sit near them (less food and less opportunity for "Oh Steph you have GOT to try this...")
Well, it is nearly 4:00 and the matches begin at 7. I've eaten a bagel thin with cream cheese and should be able to squeeze in some exercise before showering and hitting the road with my cue stick. (Yes, I am stalling - I am adept at running an avoidance pattern with anything unpleasant like exercise and being surrounded by fried, heavy, greasy food.)
I wonder if the energy I spend exerting my willpower can be translated into activity points. Okay, now this is getting pathetic. I need to just get off my butt. Wish me luck, I'm goin' in.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Midnight 2-mile walk
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
yes - I know it is 1am. I just got back from a two mile walk.
I wanted an ice cream - but I felt like the amount of furniture lifting and power sanding desks wasn't quite enough activity to warrant those two points. (God bless those Weight Watchers desserts!)
Anyway, I walked two miles. Not a leisurely, "Let's look at the pretty trees" walk, but a real sweat-producing, calves-burning, breathe-through-your-mouth walk.
And yes, the ice cream was divine.
yes - I know it is 1am. I just got back from a two mile walk.
I wanted an ice cream - but I felt like the amount of furniture lifting and power sanding desks wasn't quite enough activity to warrant those two points. (God bless those Weight Watchers desserts!)
Anyway, I walked two miles. Not a leisurely, "Let's look at the pretty trees" walk, but a real sweat-producing, calves-burning, breathe-through-your-mouth walk.
And yes, the ice cream was divine.
Another 4 pounds GONE - 1st goal MET
Monday, August 16, 2010
I feel so empowered. Not only have I met my first target goal, but now I am at the weight I claimed to be for my ID card. I felt so guilty lying about my weight but I kept telling myself, it's only ten pounds - plus, my real weight seemed like such a big number. Then it hit me. That IS my weight. I am that number. I started tracking points with a vengeance.
I changed from wanting to lose weight so I could look better to needing to lose weight so I could live better. I am looking forward to enjoying the following:
- Shopping for clothes outside of the plus size section without thinking, "I wonder if this might fit."
- Reorganizing my closet so everything in it actually fits (no fat clothes section, no "when I lose weight" section...) Goodwill is going to get a lot of clothes!
- Enjoying a potluck luncheon at work without thinking that my coworkers are analyzing the food on my plate
- I want to JOIN A GYM! I still feel embarrassed about exercising in public. The thought of being the fat flabby one in the gym is too much for me to take (just typing this is making my insides squirm and my hands shake)
- This is going to sound silly, but I want to wear spandex.
- I want to go up flights of stairs without feeling my heart & lungs complain
There are so many things I am looking forward to enjoying. On my bucket list, I have "finish a marathon." In my class of eighth graders, this is usually fodder for giggles. I have to admit, I am rather sardonic when I admit this in class. But I still want to do it. I don't care about how long it takes me, I just want to be physically capable of completing it. And you know, I want to be able to admit this desire without having anyone scoff at it like it is ludicrous (including myself).
Ten pounds. I have lost TEN POUNDS. I am not hungry. When I crave a food from my "pre-Weight Watchers" existence, I find a substitute. And my cravings have been sated. I am not spending my time thinking back to when I was thin. I am spending more time PLANNING the time for when I am healthy again! I might break down and try walking in my neighborhood (yes, in public, in broad daylight - I must be crazy.)
I feel so empowered. Not only have I met my first target goal, but now I am at the weight I claimed to be for my ID card. I felt so guilty lying about my weight but I kept telling myself, it's only ten pounds - plus, my real weight seemed like such a big number. Then it hit me. That IS my weight. I am that number. I started tracking points with a vengeance.
I changed from wanting to lose weight so I could look better to needing to lose weight so I could live better. I am looking forward to enjoying the following:
- Shopping for clothes outside of the plus size section without thinking, "I wonder if this might fit."
- Reorganizing my closet so everything in it actually fits (no fat clothes section, no "when I lose weight" section...) Goodwill is going to get a lot of clothes!
- Enjoying a potluck luncheon at work without thinking that my coworkers are analyzing the food on my plate
- I want to JOIN A GYM! I still feel embarrassed about exercising in public. The thought of being the fat flabby one in the gym is too much for me to take (just typing this is making my insides squirm and my hands shake)
- This is going to sound silly, but I want to wear spandex.
- I want to go up flights of stairs without feeling my heart & lungs complain
There are so many things I am looking forward to enjoying. On my bucket list, I have "finish a marathon." In my class of eighth graders, this is usually fodder for giggles. I have to admit, I am rather sardonic when I admit this in class. But I still want to do it. I don't care about how long it takes me, I just want to be physically capable of completing it. And you know, I want to be able to admit this desire without having anyone scoff at it like it is ludicrous (including myself).
Ten pounds. I have lost TEN POUNDS. I am not hungry. When I crave a food from my "pre-Weight Watchers" existence, I find a substitute. And my cravings have been sated. I am not spending my time thinking back to when I was thin. I am spending more time PLANNING the time for when I am healthy again! I might break down and try walking in my neighborhood (yes, in public, in broad daylight - I must be crazy.)
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