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Showing posts with label Little. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

4 tips for teaching little (& big) people body confidence.

our bodies can do amazing things. our bodies be amazing!

The older I become the more I realize life is cyclical.

When I was younger I EXPECTED my body to perform on command—and usually it did.

These days when my bod complies I stop, take note and appreciate.

yoga position pause for applause!

I *long* to pass this body confidence on to the Tornado and yet—while it’s a huge priority—I pretty much fly by the seat pants fancy tights.

I strive each day to beat back the influence of peers/pop culture & model for her how to look inside herself for validation/approval.

It was easier when she was younger.

ahh the oldeneighties Look mama! I. Awesome!

Yet the fact she still adores her body for the amazing vessel it is feels like a victory.

she's still her own superhero...for now. she’s her own superhero…for now.

Youve emailed, facebooked, texted, tweeted, & direct messaged me for tips and, while Ive insisted I possess none, I shall share my Tips Which Really Arent.

All four of them.

My “pants flying praying for Tornado body confidence” distilled to four confusing, muddled easy to grasp items:

 Try new things with your body.  When the Tornado was younger all she cared about was I’d play.  She didnt notice how “good” or “bad” I was at our games.  Now she notices and Ive harnessed this “noticing” to my advantage.  She recognizes when Im exiting my comfort zone (hello SCOOTERING), she sees when I struggle & fail, she watches as I laugh/try again, and she encourages me to take on new challenges.  Practice what you long to preach…and theres no need to say a word.  This is the logical extension of the above yet took me YEARS to realize.  Whether you think the little person OR BIG PERSON in your life notices model the behavior you wish them to mimic.  Try new things & *loudly* acknowledge how fab they felt/what you learned about your body.  Attend your first zumba class and realize you are INDEED as AWKWARD as you’d surmised?  Seize the opportunity to share how youd always taken for granted how powerful & natural you feel when you run.they mimic. they mimic. they mimic. they mimic.

Allow your child(ren) to struggle.  This has been a challenge.  I know, however, if I dont let her struggle she’ll never emerge the other side confident in what her body can do. Recently this has been with soccer (you can do it!! I know you can get the ball!!) & her pride after pushing herself/learning her body was stronger than she’d thought was palpable.  Im aware these challenges will increase as she gets older & I know she needs to learn how powerful her body is now to get through.  My telling her is merely hollow praise.This took manymany attempts. This took repeated attempts.

SHED THE SCALE.  Yes all caps.  Yes I feel strongly about this. YES YES YES.  I shed the scale 19 years ago & never returned.  As with negative self-talk obsessive weighing is something kids see and emulate. Im aware this is a controversial tip (for many the scale is a healthy tool in the arsenal) yet if daily-weighing is part of your routine Id suggest doing so at the gym etc. Dont model frequent scale-checks for your child who may not yet be able to grasp the “just a tool” concept.use a pair of pants as nonscale check-in? use pants as a nonscale check-in?

These tips are only whats worked for our misfit-trio (Im not sure you want to raise a child who believes tiny home scales are “steppers to the shower.” seriously. it’s a little weird).

And you?

whats your best tip for teaching/modeling body confidence to the little and big people in your life?


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Thursday, November 15, 2012

The best little HEALTHhouse in Texas (courtesy of JackSh*t)

Seriously. There are no words for this post. I love. I honored. I laughed. I cried. JackSh*t is better than CATS.

Jack:

It’s just a little bitty pissant guesty post.
Ain’t nothin’ much to see.
No swearing allowed, THOUGH I MIGHT GET KINDA LOUD,
Dumb as it can be.
It’s just a piddly-squatin’ fun-time guesty post.
Ain’t nothing too wise at all.
Just lots of good meals (sorry… no refills),
Cuz there’s something healthy going on!
Something healthy going on!

We get stay-at-home mothers who want a workout fix.
Local folks in Austin, young boys looking for pix.
Now we used to get a lotta visitors, stopping by for a glance,
Then Fila did that video shoot, and we all saw MizFit dance.

Chorus:

It’s just a little bitty pissant guesty-post, nothing much to see.
No swearing allowed, THOUGH HE MIGHT GET KINDA LOUD,
Dumb as he can be.
It’s just a piddly squatin’ fun-time guesty post.
Ain’t nothing too wise at all.
Just lots of good meals (sorry… no refills),
Cuz there’s something healthy going on!

Miz:

Keep your workouts short, girls. Keep your meals healthy.
And don’t put yourself down now; don’t do that ‘round me.
Eat your peas and choose to exercise and you don’t need no other tools.
Cause everyone who stops here knows my special no-no rules.

Jack:

Yeah, everyone who stops here knows Mrs. Mizzy’s no-no rules.

Miz:

Robby Ray, start ‘em…

Robby Ray:

Pity’s not to be wallowed in
That’s the kind of thing a dumb ol’ loser does.

Miz:

And it’s not productive. Shauna!

Shauna:

I shan’t tolerate no ugly comments on my blog posts.

Miz:

Josie honey!

Josie:

And please don’t show us no tattoos.
No hearts and flowers on… wait… that can’t be right…

Miz:

You’re damn right, Yucky.

Brands love originality and that’s just what we’re selling at Miss Mizzy’s.

Do you catch my drift?
I blog ‘bout food and yoga and responsibility.
I teach folks how to work out enthusiastically.
If you don’t mind that I sometimes do it sarcastically,
Then we can get along.

Joyce!

Joyce:

Any bad habits you come in with, get rid off right now.

Miz:

Kelly Joe!

Kelly Joe:

Don’t eat any of that processed crap; that ain’t too healthy chow.

Miz:

Amy Lue!

Amy Lue:

Any one running a marathon had better make real sure that they’re fit.

Miz:

And if you really hate this post…
You can blame it on Jack Sh*t.

And as for quotes…
Quotations are something you don’t need
To get your daily inspiration.
What’s that about?
Keep them sayings and word wisdom off this place…
I know how to cross stuff out.
And nobody messes with my cross-outs.

And any questions you might have about how to get more healthy,
Don’t gripe, whine or raise a fuss.
Just email me, but I can’t talk now,
I’ve got to pick up the Tornado from the bus.
The bus stop’s thataway!

Chorus:

She blogs ‘bout Egg Beaters, Attune and flexibility.
She writes some posts that rhyme kind of elaborately.
If you think you can live your life a bit more actively.
Then we can get along.

Miz:

Well, howdy folks. It’s good to see ya.
Nice to meet ya.
Come on over,
I’d like you to meet Jack Sh*t…

Jack:

It’s just a little bitty pissant guesty post.
Ain’t nothin’ much to see.
No swearing allowed, THOUGH I MIGHT GET KINDA LOUD,
Dumb as it can be
It’s just a piddly-squatin’ fun-time guesty post.
Ain’t nothing too wise at all.
Just lots of good meals (sorry… no refills)
Cuz there’s something healthy going on!
Something healthy going on!


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Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Father’s Day, Transformers, Laser Tag, Golf, and My Little Walker!

Today was truly a Sensational Sunday but unfortunaly I had to celebrate it with a nasty cough.

Since coming home from Seattle I’ve been battling an upper respitory infection of some kind. The last 3 nights have been rough. I’m giving it one more day and then it’s time to call the doc.

The In-Laws are in town for Little Guy’s 7th birthday so I became an omelet factory.

It’s nice cooking for people who like to eat. ;)

As a Father’s Day surprise Grandma brought a box of The Husband’s old toys.

Old Transformers.

He-Man.

Very cool. Everyone thought so. :)

That’s my favorite Father’s Day picture. My boys. :)

All the toy playing was making me hungry so I decided on some fruit and yogurt cups.

I’m trying hard to stick with snacks like that and this…

…and only eating them when I’m actually hungry. Consider this my Non-Weight Loss Weight Loss Goal week. I’m tired of messing around.

Anyway, today was Ryan’s official 7th Birthday Party with his friends.

We had a BLAST playing Laser Tag! I’m not sure if you can tell from the picture but he’s totally sweaty….

…and so was I. That’s a workout!

Dinner was a trip to fast food mostly because I was unprepared to feed 10 people at the house post-party and we had lots of family over.

I had a breast with the skin removed, baked beans and green beans.

I must admit…. super tasty!

After dinner I took the kids to the park so Dad could watch golf with his parents.

It is Father’s Day after all. :)

When we got back all the boys chipped a bit in the backyard.

We all stayed up so late it was snack time! Guess who had some melon…

I couldn’t belive it. He rarely eats fruit and he was pounded the honeydew. So did I. It was good!

Before bed we practiced a little walking.

He’s getting more and more confident every day!

Ok, I don’t mean to cut this one short but I’ve got to go. Long day, tired and The Husband’s falling asleep on the couch. :)


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Sunday, June 24, 2012

Little Guy Not So Little Anymore

"The Baby" came home June 2005 and changed my life forever.

Before I knew it a year flew by.

Two and cool with his Big Simple Chocolate Cupcake.

Three and already a little man.

In his first racing shirt at four.

Five? FIVE?

Six and sassy. lol

Seven and simply a goof ball.

An amazing, kind, considerate, generous, goof ball that I couldn’t imagine my life without.

At the end of the day he spontaneously said to me, "Mommy, thank you so much for a great birthday."

I nearly cried then and I’m holding back a tear now.

Happy Birthday Ryan.


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Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Ten Little Things That Mean A Lot To Your Fitness Goals

One less hour of staying up way too late at night.

Two less bites of your favorite decadent food.

Three more reps to go! Don’t stop now. Just finish it.

Four excuses you kill and don’t allow to hinder you anymore.

Five consecutive days of consistency with your fitness.

Six minutes to plan tomorrow’s workout and healthy food choices.

Seven reasons you’re going to make it happen for real this time.

Eight ways you end the self-neglect and finally make yourself a priority.

Nine extra gulps of water throughout the day.

Ten less minutes of bullshitting, procrastination and staying stuck in your situation.

These ten little things will have major impact on your fitness, but they’re not so hard to do. Get your booty in gear and make it happen. Don’t just read this and then go off somewhere and do nothing…

XOXO,

Josie


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Thursday, March 29, 2012

Little Bean Not So Little Anymore!

One year ago today…

Today…

It’s crazy how fast it went. Unbelievable really. Fastest year of my life.

Let’s not dwell. We had the BEST birthday/St. Patrick’s day! Here’s some of my favorite pictures of the day…

With a houseful of old and new friends, family and KIDS (OMG there were so MANY!) It was a whirlwind in a good way. And yes.. I enjoyed my green beer…

and birthday cake. :)

Hope you had a great St. Paddy’s!


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Thursday, September 22, 2011

Wednesday Weigh-In: Up a Little…

as expected. I’ve been snacking WAY too much in the evenings. I think I’m going through a little bit of a mommy-mode funk. All I’m doing is cooking dinners, making baby food, packing lunches, and cleaning. Once the kids are in bed, all I want to do is EAT. Like that’s my way to unwind. I need to stop this cycle. Actually, no, I WANT to stop this cycle.


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Thursday, September 8, 2011

Fitness Romance Saga: Dirty Little Secrets

(If you’re new to the Saga, follow it from the beginning.)

Back inside Darla and Tom’s apartment, where nosy neighbors could no longer get a peep-hole view into the hallway of their domestic woes, the medics did a patch-me-up job on Tom’s bloody leg. No ambulance ride necessary. No stitches required. Officer Janssen was just about done questioning Darla on the events of the evening to decide who might potentially be cuffed and taken down to the station. But after 15 minutes of talking to the couple, and especially considering the disheveled state of the apartment (broken glass, an overturned chair, and plate of food smashed onto the wall), Officer Janssen was still suspicious.

“Ma’am, are you sure you weren’t assaulted or injured in any way by your husband this evening?”

“What the hell else do you want me to say?” said Darla. “It’s just like my husband told it to you. I’ve been drinking. I got a little loud — we both did. I knocked the stupid lamp over and it cut his leg. Am I under arrest unless I apologize to the bastard? I would have made it up to him if you cops hadn’t shown up.”

In Darla’s sarcasm, she made close eye contact with Janssen and gestured to insinuate she was going to flash her breasts at him, but then quickly turned to face Tom before exposing herself and jiggling her boobs from side to side with Girl’s Gone Wild fanfare (Officer Janssen had a few of those DVD’s back at his house).

“Ma’am, please cover yourself now!” Janssen spoke with firm authority. Tom scrambled to cover Darla’s silicone implanted boobs by forcing her hands off of her shirt while simultaneously making a plea to Officer Janssen.

“Sir, my wife has no physical injuries and she’s obviously not pressing charges for anything I’ve done – as if she’d have a reason to?” Tom spoke in a calm voice. Dealing with Darla’s games and self destructive issues gave him plenty of practice in how to calm his temper that was famous for getting him into trouble. He was also getting very good at covering up Darla’s pill-popping problems.

“Can’t we just say our goodnights now? Me and the wife will calm it down. We’re really sorry about the noise.”

Darla let out an obnoxious burst of loud laughter, plopped backwards onto the edge of the couch, then slipped off and then fell on her ass in a real life version of that famous texting lingo, “ROFLMAO” (Rolling On Floor Laughing My Ass Off). Both Tom and Janssen ignored Darla.

“Sir, I’m going to ask you to leave the premises for the evening so your wife can sleep off the alcohol without causing anymore disturbances tonight. It’s either that or she can sleep it off downtown. Do you have somewhere you can go?”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me? Tell me you’re joking.” Now Tom was pissed off.

“No, sir. Pack a quick bag if you have to. I’ll wait, but make it fast.”

“Fine. I’m outta here then. And f-ck you, Darla!” Tom’s “f-ck you” came out with such anger and force, that spit flew out of his mouth. A visible vein began to swell on the side of his head near his temple. He grabbed his keys and stormed out of the apartment. But not too stormy, because his leg still hurts and he’s gotta watch his temper, ya know. He drove off in his Acura TL, wanting to floor it past the parked cop car, but he knew better than that.

Darla was all alone now, and not one bit upset that Tom was forced out for the night. She liked it better with him gone.  No one to bitch at her about getting well and maybe even finding a job. Ahhh, the quiet. The quiet would help her relax ever so slightly until Jerome showed up with more pills. She grabbed her cell and dialed him up. She needed that Oxycodone.

Jerome is 28-years-old. He’s tall, dark-skinned and handsome with a fine-ass face and a sexy frame. But he’s not your stereotypical drug dealer guy. Jerome doesn’t work street corners selling product. He’s got a rich mommy and daddy, an Exercise and Sport Science degree from Temple University, and a really good job. So maybe we’ll find out later why he’s got a part-time gig as a pill pusher.

He was always prompt to answer and deliver Darla’s product in a timely fashion. She was one of his best customers. There was a knock at the door within 20 minutes of her phone call. Yes, it’s Jerome and hell yes, he has what she wants – what she needs. Jerome stood at the door with a smirk on his face and a pill in his hand. He stuck his head inside the door, not really sure if Tom was gone like Darla alleged.

“Tom took all the cash in the house. He must’ve already had it in his pockets before the cops showed up,”  Darla made a freebie-pills-plea to Jerome.

“Girl, why did you call me out here if you don’t have the cash?” Jerome’s voice wasn’t harsh – he didn’t sound upset at all. His voice was like a soothing salve, actually. He reached in close to caress her face and whispered in her ear, “What can you give me instead?”

Jerome knew Darla since before her boot camp back injury; since before she was hooked on pills; since before she knew he had part-time drug gig, and way before she was married to Tom. Jerome actually cared for Darla – he had for a very long time. But could he really care for her and be her supplier? Was that possible? Perhaps it’s more complicated than that.

What is he doing? Darla didn’t have much time to think. Still inside the open doorway, Jerome took off his shirt and grabbed her with gentle force. Darla didn’t refuse him. At some point soon after that the door finally closed shut, but not before one last peep-hole-nosy neighbor witnessed Darla and Jerome’s newborn lust transpire. Shameeka Jones in apartment 2C saw it happen.

He decided to pass on the invitation to crash at his best friend Barry’s house (Barry partied too much lately), so Tom drove over to the 24-hour gym to work off his stress instead. He had his plan all thought out: I don’t care if my leg hurts. I’ll focus on upper body work and then grab a bite to eat at that diner across the street. Then I’ll go back home to my Darla. I should be home in less than two hours. I’ll give her one pill – just one. We’ll patch things up. I’m gonna get her the help she needs.

But after only 15 minutes in the weight room, he cut everything short. He even canceled his eating plans. Tom was back in the car and his way home to Darla.

Stay tuned for the next episode in the Fitness Romance Saga.


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Friday, July 15, 2011

I’m The Little Red Engine, Damn It!

Power walking with my dog the other day, I felt every jiggle of my reemerging Little Miss Muffin Top (how I didn’t miss you!) and a panic I haven’t felt in several years set in: Get this fat off me NOW!

I’ve learned a thing or two about weight loss these last six years, namely that there is no quick fix (duh) and that it will take time (double duh) and that I need to appreciate who I am right here and now, muffin top and all, if I’m going to be successful.

So I went searching for help, like I always do, in the blog-o-sphere. Wise people out there, as you know. First up, DietGirl, who I’m so very sad I won’t get to meet at FitBloggin’. My Jeep needs new tires and a fancy oil change or it won’t pass inspection. Ergo, I can’t afford to go. *tear* If you or anyone you know wants to attend FitBloggin’ and is looking for a half-price ticket (part of my Lynn Needs New Tires fund), shoot me an email at lynn.haraldson@gmail.com.

Anyway, back to DietGirl and her recent blog, “New Year Goals Check-In: April,” in which she outlines what I define as a kind of Self Bill of Rights. One thing she wrote really struck a chord, especially in light of my recent interview on Two Fit Chicks and A Microphone:

“The thought of having to be ‘hardcore’ for the rest of your life was just totally depressing, quite frankly. But I've been thinking about it and I reckon what I've been doing this year is sustainable and realistic – healthy but not hardcore…I feel so peaceful and positive right now, and a helluva lot happier than I did when I got to my so-called Happy Weight a few years ago.”

Sustainable and realistic; healthy but not hardcore. Hmmm….

Then there’s Sandrelle, who blogs at Keeping it OFF! She, too, is one of my weight-loss heroes. We share many things in common regarding how we lost weight and in our philosophy of weight maintenance. Like me, she’s gained a bit from her lowest weight and feels…well…blah. As she posted on Lynn’s Weigh on Facebook: “I'm also up a few pounds, around 140, and NOT happy because it's not me. It doesn't feel like me.”

Doesn’t feel like me. Hmmm…

Finally, BFF 40-Something’s Shelley posted this week about being angry that she didn’t appreciate her body when it was at a weight she realizes was probably her “happy weight.” She just didn’t know it until it was gone.

Shelley wrote: “I truly did not appreciate how good I looked last summer. Don't get me wrong - I was thrilled with fitting into the size 6 Bermuda shorts, but did I focus on that? No - I couldn't stop seeing my extra belly flab…WHY didn't I appreciate my body then? I'll tell you why...decades of dieting. Never having the inner strength to say ‘I like how I look and feel now’ - never quite standing up for myself.

“I am so mad. I just want to go back and say ‘You dope! Enjoy what you've achieved!’ and I know that I'm not showing self-love, but so what. Sometimes I need a reality check.”

I like how I look and feel now. Hmmm…

So the three points I’m pondering in my continued search for body acceptance are: 1) What is sustainable and realistic; healthy but not hardcore; 2) Why does this extra weight not feel like me; and 3) How do I get to the place where I like how I look and feel in the moment?

I used to be hardcore. Worked out so dang hard I didn’t have my period for 3½ years (see “To Weigh Or Not To Weigh…”). Then my body started falling apart and I had to back off the 90-minute marathons at the gym. But in the last several months I’ve more than backed off. My exercise routine has gone from tsunami to a nearly dried up creek bed. Granted, it’s been a rough few months, but it’s time I…(click on the video)

Somewhere in me exists a balance between Hardcore Lynn and I-Don’t-Feel-Like-It Lynn. I’ve not thought about what is realistic for me and what my body can take in terms of exercise. Therefore, my plan is to sit down with myself and conduct an inventory of what I realistically can do in light of my limitations. I can walk, I can ride my bike, and I can do modified strength training using the exercises my physical therapist prescribed last year.

The tricky part of this inventory, however, is learning to accept my limitations without throwing in the towel. I will establish exercise goals and find the strength and tenacity (which I know are in me somewhere) to reach these goals. Sustainable and realistic, healthy not hardcore.

Next, why doesn’t this added weight feel like me? Considering I’ve been overweight or obese most of my adult life, you’d think I’d not feel like myself at any weight, and yet at 132 I felt at one with myself. Nothing flapped around much, I liked how my body looked in any type of clothing, I felt…healthy. This added weight, particularly around my stomach, doesn’t feel healthy. Having said that, and considering point #1, is it realistic that – given my physical limitations – I will be 132 again without living on 1200 calories a day?

Which leads me to point #3.

If I’m going to accept where I am right now and love the me and the extra pounds (and realistically lose what I can), I first need to understand why I’m not accepting where I am right now and why I don’t love the me and the extra pounds.

The first word that comes to mind is “failure.” I feel like I’ve failed. Failed myself, failed my family, failed my blog readers. Looking the way I do now, with a bit more weight (which I know is hardly noticeable to most people, but I see me naked every day), I want to hide in t-shirts and shy away from being touched for fear someone will “feel” the real me. I’m this close to saying, “Weight, you win! I’m crawling back in that fat hole again. I give up.”

However…like Shelley, I’m going to stand up for myself and try a little tough self-love first:

“Lynn, you worked damned hard to lose 170 pounds. Don’t you DARE start gaining it all back. No food is going to comfort you; it will only bring you down. You KNOW how to say ‘No’ to yourself. Remember how you used to ask yourself, “How will I feel 5 minutes after I eat ____?” Yeah, well, chicka…make that your mantra AGAIN. Now. Not tomorrow. Today. You want medjool dates? Fine, but one will suffice. Same goes for all your other favorites. Go back to the beginning. Read your blogs. Remember how it felt at 250, 200, 170, 150. You can do it, Lynn. You really can.”

At least, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…


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Sunday, June 5, 2011

Nighttime Running, Little Guys Lunch and Today’s Food Journal

I decided to do things a little differently today. Instead of starting my day with a run–something that was pretty easy to do with just the 5 year old but not so much with an infant–I headed out at 9 PM after both kids were in bed.

run
Chart from the Nike+

It was EXACTLY what I needed to do!

I feel FAN-FREAKIN-TASTIC! Even with a beet red face and sweat dripping from my brow, I have a smile ear to ear.

This was exactly what I needed to start my snack-less nights challenge. I don’t even feel like eating now. It’s weird.

Let’s see, in other news…

He has sugar snap peas, sweet cherries, whole grain ritz with The Laughing Cow cheese and turkey pepperoni, leftover roasted potatoes and 2 chocolate chip cookies. It’s one of his bigger lunches because he requested the potatoes. We’ll see if they actually get eaten.

If there is enough interest I’ll start this up in the fall since there are only 2 weeks of school left. Let me know what you think.

Ok, that’s all I have in me today besides my food journal. It’s now 11:30 and I STILL have no desire to munch! YAY for nighttime running!

All bran, with frozen wild blueberries ans choc almond milkAn old favorite breakfast of mine. Hungry and wanting something substantial to hold me over until lunch. I was hungry bit it wasn’t quite lunch time yetbrown rice california roll, spring roll, miso soupOut to lunch. GUESS who’s idea that was. ALL cooked on the grill again. I’m obsessed. Sugar free Rita’s and a few bites of the little guys..family outing for ice cream on a hot day.

My 2 mile run at the end of the day! see above

Sucked some down after the run and just took my vitamins.

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Thursday, May 26, 2011

I’m The Little Red Engine, Damn It!

Power walking with my dog the other day, I felt every jiggle of my reemerging Little Miss Muffin Top (how I didn’t miss you!) and a panic I haven’t felt in several years set in: Get this fat off me NOW!

I’ve learned a thing or two about weight loss these last six years, namely that there is no quick fix (duh) and that it will take time (double duh) and that I need to appreciate who I am right here and now, muffin top and all, if I’m going to be successful.

So I went searching for help, like I always do, in the blog-o-sphere. Wise people out there, as you know. First up, DietGirl, who I’m so very sad I won’t get to meet at FitBloggin’. My Jeep needs new tires and a fancy oil change or it won’t pass inspection. Ergo, I can’t afford to go. *tear* If you or anyone you know wants to attend FitBloggin’ and is looking for a half-price ticket (part of my Lynn Needs New Tires fund), shoot me an email at lynn.haraldson@gmail.com.

Anyway, back to DietGirl and her recent blog, “New Year Goals Check-In: April,” in which she outlines what I define as a kind of Self Bill of Rights. One thing she wrote really struck a chord, especially in light of my recent interview on Two Fit Chicks and A Microphone:

“The thought of having to be ‘hardcore’ for the rest of your life was just totally depressing, quite frankly. But I've been thinking about it and I reckon what I've been doing this year is sustainable and realistic – healthy but not hardcore…I feel so peaceful and positive right now, and a helluva lot happier than I did when I got to my so-called Happy Weight a few years ago.”

Sustainable and realistic; healthy but not hardcore. Hmmm….

Then there’s Sandrelle, who blogs at Keeping it OFF! She, too, is one of my weight-loss heroes. We share many things in common regarding how we lost weight and in our philosophy of weight maintenance. Like me, she’s gained a bit from her lowest weight and feels…well…blah. As she posted on Lynn’s Weigh on Facebook: “I'm also up a few pounds, around 140, and NOT happy because it's not me. It doesn't feel like me.”

Doesn’t feel like me. Hmmm…

Finally, BFF 40-Something’s Shelley posted this week about being angry that she didn’t appreciate her body when it was at a weight she realizes was probably her “happy weight.” She just didn’t know it until it was gone.

Shelley wrote: “I truly did not appreciate how good I looked last summer. Don't get me wrong - I was thrilled with fitting into the size 6 Bermuda shorts, but did I focus on that? No - I couldn't stop seeing my extra belly flab…WHY didn't I appreciate my body then? I'll tell you why...decades of dieting. Never having the inner strength to say ‘I like how I look and feel now’ - never quite standing up for myself.

“I am so mad. I just want to go back and say ‘You dope! Enjoy what you've achieved!’ and I know that I'm not showing self-love, but so what. Sometimes I need a reality check.”

I like how I look and feel now. Hmmm…

So the three points I’m pondering in my continued search for body acceptance are: 1) What is sustainable and realistic; healthy but not hardcore; 2) Why does this extra weight not feel like me; and 3) How do I get to the place where I like how I look and feel in the moment?

I used to be hardcore. Worked out so dang hard I didn’t have my period for 3½ years (see “To Weigh Or Not To Weigh…”). Then my body started falling apart and I had to back off the 90-minute marathons at the gym. But in the last several months I’ve more than backed off. My exercise routine has gone from tsunami to a nearly dried up creek bed. Granted, it’s been a rough few months, but it’s time I…(click on the video)

Somewhere in me exists a balance between Hardcore Lynn and I-Don’t-Feel-Like-It Lynn. I’ve not thought about what is realistic for me and what my body can take in terms of exercise. Therefore, my plan is to sit down with myself and conduct an inventory of what I realistically can do in light of my limitations. I can walk, I can ride my bike, and I can do modified strength training using the exercises my physical therapist prescribed last year.

The tricky part of this inventory, however, is learning to accept my limitations without throwing in the towel. I will establish exercise goals and find the strength and tenacity (which I know are in me somewhere) to reach these goals. Sustainable and realistic, healthy not hardcore.

Next, why doesn’t this added weight feel like me? Considering I’ve been overweight or obese most of my adult life, you’d think I’d not feel like myself at any weight, and yet at 132 I felt at one with myself. Nothing flapped around much, I liked how my body looked in any type of clothing, I felt…healthy. This added weight, particularly around my stomach, doesn’t feel healthy. Having said that, and considering point #1, is it realistic that – given my physical limitations – I will be 132 again without living on 1200 calories a day?

Which leads me to point #3.

If I’m going to accept where I am right now and love the me and the extra pounds (and realistically lose what I can), I first need to understand why I’m not accepting where I am right now and why I don’t love the me and the extra pounds.

The first word that comes to mind is “failure.” I feel like I’ve failed. Failed myself, failed my family, failed my blog readers. Looking the way I do now, with a bit more weight (which I know is hardly noticeable to most people, but I see me naked every day), I want to hide in t-shirts and shy away from being touched for fear someone will “feel” the real me. I’m this close to saying, “Weight, you win! I’m crawling back in that fat hole again. I give up.”

However…like Shelley, I’m going to stand up for myself and try a little tough self-love first:

“Lynn, you worked damned hard to lose 170 pounds. Don’t you DARE start gaining it all back. No food is going to comfort you; it will only bring you down. You KNOW how to say ‘No’ to yourself. Remember how you used to ask yourself, “How will I feel 5 minutes after I eat ____?” Yeah, well, chicka…make that your mantra AGAIN. Now. Not tomorrow. Today. You want medjool dates? Fine, but one will suffice. Same goes for all your other favorites. Go back to the beginning. Read your blogs. Remember how it felt at 250, 200, 170, 150. You can do it, Lynn. You really can.”

At least, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…


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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Sensational Sunday Shots a Little Late

Ok, so I chose sleep last night. It’s no wonder looking at my day. It was a classic busy Sensational Sunday that really helped me get prepared for the week. Here are the pictures I snapped and an abbreviated version of our day…

My parents came to visit and we started our day relaxing and watching Up.

Once everyone left I had some fun in the kitchen using one of my new favorite obsessions…

Overstuffed Cheesy Beef Taco Wrap.

Click here to check out what I made, an Overstuffed Cheesy Beef Taco Wrap.

The next few hours I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. The husband had gaelic football practice and the Little Guy went to a friends house. It was nice just hanging out with the Little Bean and spending time in the house. It really was the first time we were alone…

Once he fell back asleep cleaning felt almost like therapy. And believe me the house NEEDED it. Just look at our basement!

When the husband came home he turned on golf. Looks like we are going to have another golfer in the house soon enough! :)

Little guy was uninterested so he picked up the iPad. He’s obsessed!

We were a little late with this but a new month brings a new kitchen calendar.

Little Man also helped me finish up the cleaning…

and then we had a snack…

Afterwards the whole family went grocery shopping for the week.

All in all it was a great day. We were all exhausted but only one of us slept through most of it…

oh! and here’s my food journal. I dipped into weeklies for some fries and a McDonald’s cone. Totally worth it in my opinion. ;)

Morning Weigh In: Didn’t get on today. I take weekends off.leftover salmon and a bit of rice (estimate) some cantaloupe with little guyMcD’s for dinner: Southwest salad (8) Split fries with the family (6) and a cone for dessert (4)Total (used 5 Weeklies 44 left)Conscious Activity: Nothing real special today but I did clean the house. That’s gotta count for something. ;)

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