14 Months to a Healthy 50

Jules Healthy Road to 50

So, I am doing a thing. Which, is not unusual for me, seems I am ALWAYS doing a thing. This one, this one is going to make a difference.

The link above explains things in as much detail as I could give last night.

I now have a daily video diary up and going over on youtube. I only have Day 1 on file, but Day 1 is very important. I don’t know if I mentioned in my previous post, but recently I was told by two separate doctors that I need to lose weight. I took it very hard.

I am really good at seeking out quick fixes and the latest trends. I have spent way TOO much money on fad diets and work out equipment. My husband told me I am not allowed to spend anymore money on diet stuff. My NP told me I need to learn to look at food differently, to completely change my way of thinking and eating.

Now I am at a real crossroad because I am the queen of procrastination. Add to that I have little self motivation. AND this past year has just been a roller coaster ride of emotions and exhaustion and hot flashes and I don’t even know. I have not been myself. This is where the video diary comes into play. I have to keep myself accountable. I have to keep myself motivated. My plan is each day I will do my video diary. The next day I will come over here to my blog and log all the daily things. Food, exercise, whatever else that the video just really can not capture in it’s full awesomeness.

I asked in my first video for followers, which as of yet I do not have, please not be mean, but any and all advice is welcome.

My FIFTIETH birthday is November 11, 2020. That is my goal date. My goal isn’t necessarily a number on the scale or a size in the closet, but more a healthier, leaner happier me. I want to be Fit and Fabulous at 50! I have a LONG way to go, but I am determined to get there.

If you would take a minute and jet over to youtube and follow me. Share if you will!

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Going Clean

Anyone who knows me, knows I am always up to something. Always trying something new. Desperate to find my fit. Which, drives my husband INSANE.

I have been going through some medical issues, I am sure you will hear all about them. These changes have brought me to try and find a healthier way of life. My Nurse Practitioner actually said these words to me: ” Julie, I don’t want to hurt your feelings, because I really like you, BUT you have to not only lose weight; but retrain your brain to think healthy…..AND you have to exercise” This shit didn’t happen until I hit 45 and quit smoking.

That is no joke. I threaten my body from time to time that I am going to start smoking again. It laughs at me and says ” watch this bitch” and throws a migraine at me. I laugh back tell it ” please that move quit working 5 years ago” , which is mostly true, I have a high tolerance for pain anymore. BUT, I HATE to itch. OMG it will throw me into a panic attack in a nano second. So, guess what the body throws at me…..you guessed it- the itchies!! So,Β  I throw tequila at it. It is truly a love hate relationship.

I have no real idea where to begin or how. I have researched everything to death and back. And my family is NOT down with me removing the Hostess products from our house.

Where are the days when I could remove ONE item from my menu for the week and lose 5 pounds?? This shit is for the birds I tell you. I so much as LOOK at a Hostess product and I gain 5 pounds.

You add into the equation that I am not seriously motivated to make the change and already we have failure. Days like this I want to beat my head against a wall. Or just stay in bed. Which neither are an option!

So, we are off to the races my beautiful friends. Let’s see what and where this adventure takes me!

Peace!

 

 

 

 

 

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To Fly

Do you ever feel like your standing on the edge of earth but you can’t decide wether you should spread your wings and fly or just scream? This is how I have felt all summer.

There are days when I swear I can feel something out there trying to pull me in. I have no idea what or maybe who. It’s just this heavy knotted up something sitting just within my chest. Just sitting there heavy as can be and barely tugging. And it’s so exhausting. Trying to figure out what in the hell it means.

Then there are days I could just curl up in a ball and cry. Sleep and cry. All curled up. With my super thick blanket as my armor against whatever hell the world wants to throw at me that day.

Occasionally there are those days that just whirl by like the wind blew me in circles leaving me dazed and confused.

Not all days are bad or sideways. There are days of happiness, joy and laughter ribboned and twisted throughout all the others.

And still I come back to days of standing on the edge of the earth. I find myself more and more asking all the what’s and why’s of life. Sometimes I think I am really in this world all alone, it’s spinning and spinning and everyone else took the leap, and are now soaring to new heights. And here I stand. Trying to make sense of it all. Wandering. Dreaming. Wishing. But never able to fly.

It’s scary.

The days only seem to go by faster, never slowing down. Never allowing time to take a breath and re center ones self. Constantly in motion. So I stand and scream. And no one listens.

Thursday 5:00

Thursday 5:00 hit and I was 10 different kinds of excited. Vacation started. It was here. FINALLY!

For me, Thursday 5:00 is a celebration each week since I don’t have to be back to work until Monday; unless Monday is a holiday and then it’s Tuesday.

However, this Thursday 5:00 is so much sweeter then any of the others. We were actually leaving on vacation come Saturday!

Vacation. I do not have to be back to work for 11 whole days! Feels so damn good I can’t even begin to describe it. For me, vacation is actually me calling in a sick day. By doing this, I cheat myself out of good quality vacation days. But, it is the only way I can get off of work and not have to do anything around the house, it’s a win but lose kind of thing, but you do what you have to do. And then I lose valuable paid days off, I get a set amount per year and it never changes. Nope. I do not earn any extras nor am I rewarded with years of service by added days or weeks. What I had on my first day of hire is what I will always have. Win some lose some.

So, this Thursday 5:00 feels completely different then any other one I’ve had to date.

As we are driving south my thoughts are spinning round and round. THIS is life. This is what life is suppose to feel like. Like the wind whipping through my hair then slapping me in the face. Which makes me think of all the poor saps all around the world working to make life go on around me while I vacation. Poor souls. But, I thank you, someone has to work so us vacationers can enjoy life. My hat’s off to each of you.

It is strange though, enjoying every second of being free from the time clock and life that requires you to be a robot of sorts;just to sit and think of all those left behind who must adhere to that life for the moment. I don’t think about those things when I’m the one up 2 hours before everyone else so that their morning goes smoothly when I have to get them up. It is what it is and life as we know it will continue even if we are off to paradise for a week!

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7 Days

I did tell you that you were going to get sick of me. It is hard for me to hold myself accountable just by keeping track of everything, I mean who doesn’t lie about what they actually eat every now and then?

Today is Day 7 for me.

Day 7 of what you are asking yourself?

Well, Day 7 of this round of diet. Day 7 of Omni Drops. Day 7 of no coffee. Day 7 of no Diet Coke. Day 7 of NO SUGAR. Day 7 of no processed food. ( ok wait that is a lie…..I did cheat and had ONE WHOLE pepperoni on maybe Day 4) Day 7 of a very strict calorie and food intake. Day 7 of having not gone psycho on anyone due to all of the above.

This round started with me ” Loading” which meant for 2 days I could eat whatever I wanted. And did I ever. I stayed stuffed and happy about it. Even had cake. ( not really sure if that is what they meant by eat whatever and whenever I wanted) It wasn’t really good bakery style cake, it was Hostess of some sort. I had some Doritos, and I don’t even remember what else. These two days I did not keep track of food intake. I can tell you I had DIET COKE and wonderful coffee with wonderful hazelnut creamer. There is a purpose behind this madness, but I am not going into that.

Day 3 comes and BAM restricted diet. I can have 2 servings of fruit a day, 4 ounces of lean protein ( not all lean protein just approved lean protein I didn’t read that correctly on day 3!) twice a day; lunch and dinner, 4 ounces of approved veggies twice a day, two grains ( this is in the form of melba toast or wasa crackers NOT to be eaten at same meal). I am to drink 3/4- 1 gallon of water a day. I can have coffee and tea, however nothing added except stevia. Green tea will count towards water intake, but everything else counts against it. Sounds easy enough, right? Well, yours truly managed to screw it up on day 3 because I didn’t read all the fine print ( which really isn’t fine- I just skimmed through it and thought I was a pro already!) Thanks to an amazing friend that doesn’t mind I text her relentlessly with 900 questions, I got on track.

Day 3 was in fact the roughest day. After having loaded myself up with food over a 2 day period my brain thought that is how I needed to continue to eat. I did good. I did not stray. Every time I get to thinking I need to eat, I drink green tea. I made pancakes and bacon for the family one night for super and each time I went to lick my fingers I caught myself and rinsed them off! Good job right?

Surprisingly, it really hasn’t been that hard. I haven’t really been hungry. And, like I said each time I think I need to snack just to snack, I make a cup of hot green tea. I usually drink about half of it and decide I am done with that for now. I have several times stood with the refrigerator door wide open looking for something to jump up and say ” you can have me!” and so far the only time I caved was to that one pepperoni. Although, I really wanted some of my husbands pistachios last night. But, I did good, I took a bath and shaved my legs and other parts in preparation for our up coming beach trip! ( WHAT? get over it!)

Now, the good news; I am down 9 pounds in 7 days. Bad news, each and every time I get to 9 pounds lost I quit. I grab my fancy coffee and start to gain again. However, I have mad it UNDER a certain weight that I have not been under in a long while. It usually goes hand in hand, the 9 pounds and the weight on the scale usually are right there together. So here I am at 9 pounds lost and UNDER this weight holding my breath to see what tomorrow brings.

My expectation obviously is to lose weight, but I also hope to find a path to a better me. I know, that covers a lot. But, stick with me and we will see how this goes!

Dance in the rain my friends!!!!!

 

Prepping for Prep

Tomorrow is grocery day. πŸ™„

After going to the grocery store I will have to prep for the next week, or at least for my lunches. If I do not prep, I’ll eat anything I can throw in a bag and take to work with me. 

For some of you this prep process may be easy, but for me it is extremely time consuming. I did a great job for about 2 weeks when I tried to eat completely clean. Turns out I have to prep for prep. Healthy eating is very expensive. I have to figure out meals for the entire week and break those down then break it down farther into what I can actually afford and what I’ll really eat. πŸ™ That in itself should earn a person ” automatic calorie burn” points. Especially given I am not an organized person. Nope. Not one little bit. I make my list I always start it with ” Milk” and instead of following the store from that point I go to  razors, dog food, sour cream, cereal, chips, body wash….. you get the point. Even when I try to put my mind to grouping things together as they belong, I stand in the store and look at my list like ” WTF IS THIS SHIT?” My brain can’t comprehend it, so I’m loose in Hell Mart with a list I can’t follow and a shopping cart EARLY SATURDAY MORNING. Periodically I check the list to see if maybe I managed to be somewhere on track just to notice SHIT I HAVE TO GO BACK TO THE DAIRY SECTION and since I’m back tracking remember the tea bags!!! I get half way back to the dairy section and get side tracked by the stand of pepperonis they have smack dab in the middle of nowhere so you damn near run over them. Get home no Mozzarella and nontea bags. Every week! 

Yet, I still do all this researching recipes and calories and fat and carbs and on and on to prep for prepping just to nlownit all out of the water . BUT I do have cute little pink and blue divided containers for my prepped meals. 😬 ( which I was informed I did not need!) πŸ˜”

Oh how I wish I could afford to pay someone to just prep for me. 

Changing the subject, I received lots of feedback on my post from yesterday. Thank you all. It’s comforting to know I’m not the only one that struggles with the same issues. Sadly, today I have ate badly all day. It’s been one of those days. Bought me some Muddie Buddies and ate the whole bag. Yup. With a Diet Coke. Then I went and got my eyebrows waxed. πŸ€·β€β™€οΈ 

I also received lots of advice, which I absolutely appreciate. It’s hard for me not to buy snacks and bring them in the house. Not because of me, but because this is what I hear :

” I thought you went to the store? What the hell did you buy because there’s nothing in this cabinet!”

” there’s nothing to eat!”

” Just because you’re on a diet doesn’t mean we have to starve!”

And the comments go on and on. So, I try to buy things I THINK I won’t eat. Strangely enough, when I am emotionally eating or blind eating as I am calling it, it doesn’t really matter if it’s my favorite or not. 

I must tell you, I kind of lied. As I try to work through this eating issue I have and eat healthy I will be on the Omni Drops in hopes of losing a few pounds to get things kicked into gear. I’m still not referring to it as a diet though. 

So, hope you still stick with me as I go through this day by day. 

I didn’t keep track of food today, as I started the day with awesome French toast and somewhere there in the middle I had a bag of Muddy Buddies I didn’t really want to know how many calories or carbs I took in!!!

I Quit Dieting…Tomorrow

Four and a half years ago I quit smoking. Cold turkey. There wasn’t anything easy about it.  That in itself is a whole other topic. However, it led to this one. 

Three months after quitting I had put on well over 20 pounds. Another month later and 10 more pounds. 

Since putting on all of those pounds I have tried every diet I could find. I spent way to much money on crazy fads, crazier promises and insanely crazy foods. A lot of those worked to take off a quick 10 pounds. One, which I actually stuck to for half a year took off 20 pounds. All have returned with a deep desire to not only hate me, but make me miserable. 

Mostly, I have become my own worse enemy. Whatever the crazy diet is for this week, I dive full force into. And I see results. I get so excited about those results, and I post them everywhere and tell everyone. ” hey got on the scales this week, another 3 pounds for a total of 9 pounds” whomever it is congratulates me and probably rolls their eyes because they are well over hearing my success story of losing the same 9 pounds for the last 2 years. Personally, I’m sick of hearing it too. Because here is what happens: I get so excited I’m down 9 pounds I think ” it’s ok it I have the chips and salsa and a jumbo margarita tonight, I deserve it and I’ll be right back on track tomorrow no big deal” guess what, it becomes a big deal. Those few chips and that margarita ALWAYS turn into more. That more then has me so disgusted with myself I eat more. Makes loads of sense doesn’t it? No. It doesn’t. But, that’s emotional eating. Add to that I have found I eat when I would have normally had a cigarette. This is eating that I have not made a conscious decision to do. ( I know, I’m beginning to border on insane here…. just hang with me)

The emotional eating I get. Everyone does it. Some get stuck in a vicious cycle of it. I think that’s probably a whole other topic as well. 

Eating in place of smoking. I never really noticed I was doing it. Until tonight. Got up to go to the bathroom when I was done I stopped at the cabinet and grabbed a cookie. As I was eating I asked myself why on the hell was I eating this cookie? I’m actually full so I’m not hungry. It’s not the best cookie ever made so I didn’t really crave it. Come to think about it this is not the first time tonight I’ve done this. Or the first time this week. I’ve done it over and over for, well ever it seems like. And this is food that doesn’t get entered into my daily log. Five years ago when I would have gotten up to go potty I’d have grabbed a cigarette and had a couple puffs. Talking on the phone is fine outside and smoked one or two or however many until I was finished. Now, I finish off the Doritos. After sex, no cigarette instead a Hostess cupcake, which are so much smaller then they use to be. 

 What do I do? No Diet is ever gonna work at this rate. Only thing keeping it at a 30 pound gain instead of a 100 pound gain is because I attempt to stay slightly active. 

My idea is to attempt to cure my addiction. It seems all I did was swap one addiction for the other. Personally, I’d rather be a skinny smoker. But, I’m really not interested in smoking again. So, just like I quit smoking I am going to quit dieting. 

I am going to document everything. Try to figure out what triggers what. How to work around the cravings and replace unhealthy foods with healthy ones. I’m going to do all of this right here on my blog for all the world to help me along. ( although no one ever reads or shares these, but at least in the back of my mind I think someone is…)

Since it’s way past my bedtime, tomorrow starts day 1. 

Please feel free to share these. Please comment with words of encouragement or advice, or tell me how stupid you think I am, at least then I know I am being heard. 

I hope I don’t lose my mind and cry like a baby …..

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