It Wasn't About the Food After All...

We tweeted about the turkey, the cranberry sauce and the dessert, we debated on whether to pig out or be good on Thanksgiving. I made my plan and stuck to it. So while the table was groaning under the weight of the overladen plates, my plate was something to be proud of - few slices of turkey and a humongous helping of roasted veggies. As I was silently extolling my weight loss virtues it hit me... this day was not about the food. It was about sitting at the table with the people I loved most in the world; my wonderful 86 year old mother (sorry mom for revealing your age to the world), my amazing daughter and my three precious grandchildren, my brother and his family, my cousin Lynn and on and on.

Thankful is a State of Mind

Here are some of the things I am thankful for this year:

• Not giving in to my food cravings.
• Finding new healthy indulgences.
• Maintaining the motivation to go to the gym regularly.
• Weight Watchers for giving me the tools I need for healthy weight loss.
• My boyfriend, Len, for making the journey with me.
• Having discovered an amazing weight loss support group in my fellow bloggers.
• My nightly bag of 94% fat free popcorn (couldn’t do it without you).
• Being back in a size 10 (the 8’s are still waiting in my closet).
• My personal trainer, Bryce, who makes me work harder than I have ever worked before.
• My water aerobics instructor, Debbie, who is absolutely the best!
• My determination to reach my weight loss goal.
• Vita Tops, a yummy one point treat.
• Dr. Praeger who sees that I eat my veggies in the best burger ever.
• Fage, who makes me think I am eating something naughty when I eat my daily yogurt.
• My scale for seeing me through my 21.4 pound weight loss.

I am so fortunate to have the support and encouragement of my family and friends. Thank you all. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Panting to Pandora

The dentist knows what he’s doing when he pipes relaxing music into his office, a pleasant distraction from an unpleasant situation. Like the dentist, I turn on my own music when I hit the gym. Time passes faster, the energetic beat makes me pick up speed or perhaps slows me down and I stop thinking about how much I long to be somewhere else, anywhere else! In case you haven’t guessed it, the gym is not my favorite place.

Music makes it better though and Pandora is my answer.

Bust the Sugar Cravings

I'm joining Jen of Watch My Butt Shrink in her sugar-free two weeks. That means swearing off the sweet stuff until Thanksgiving in an effort to kick the sugar habit. The problem, according to Mark's Daily Apple is "that sugar has addictive properties complete with a serotonin rise and crash as well as some cranky withdrawal symptoms. Please forgive us if we're a little cranky for the next few days but we're going to give it a try.

So from now until Thanksgiving no sugary sweet treats will pass my lips, or Jen's. Maybe you'd care to join us. You can find Jen at Watch My Butt Shrink and let her know you are joining her challenge to beat the sugar craving!

Too Much, Too Fast

Have you been watching the The Biggest Loser? Don’t you wonder how those people can take off so much weight in such a short time? They have to live, breathe and eat (or not) weight loss! Is pushing yourself to the limit really worth it?

Depressingly, studies show that 80% of weight loss is gained back within 3 to 5 years. It’s also been demonstrated that if you lose weight too quickly the odds are against you and without a maintenance plan there is little hope for keeping it off.

So look at those Biggest Losers, they are dropping huge amounts of weight in astonishingly short time periods.

The Battle Within

I have two selves and, no, I am not a mental case. There is my fat self and my thin self. The thin me picks a garden fresh salad over a burger and fries. The thin me goes to the gym regularly and almost always makes the right food choices. At the moment the thin me is in control. But the fat me lurks behind the scenes, drooling over the display of chocolate bonbons in the store window, ogling the cakes and pies in the bakery department of my favorite gourmet market and inhaling the heavenly aroma of their freshly baked bread. The fat me thinks up excuses why it would be OK to indulge in a rich treat, a reward for being so good, and why I deserve to skip a day or two at the gym. The battle between my two selves, like so many major wars, is never ending.