tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89286682134900944112024-02-19T18:05:48.699-08:00Surviving MadnessSerena Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411156406585725029noreply@blogger.comBlogger219125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928668213490094411.post-58287051202349081732024-01-17T18:04:00.000-08:002024-01-17T18:04:34.345-08:00I'm Back, Again!<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />Howdy, friends! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I know it's been a long time since I've checked in. The good news is I haven't fallen off the wagon. But, my wagon has been broken for the longest time. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFnUrJiW8hSkZyYY7nFGbThMztFE54ZcK7qQntNZRZRYhMri1AIfjAlCE2YrKQc_d7O5pWHX5eUoPLvfISFTqKVRjB94qnzj78bWegeRLaKUhgoLCfw8BgbszwJ4ph3WU52xdH9u-qnQMKMaa2QGQMWtYyroUnL8hKOPHqDc38LpgGOgeIsbxnYMnfOWo/s590/feet-on-scale-that-reads-HELP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="392" data-original-width="590" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFnUrJiW8hSkZyYY7nFGbThMztFE54ZcK7qQntNZRZRYhMri1AIfjAlCE2YrKQc_d7O5pWHX5eUoPLvfISFTqKVRjB94qnzj78bWegeRLaKUhgoLCfw8BgbszwJ4ph3WU52xdH9u-qnQMKMaa2QGQMWtYyroUnL8hKOPHqDc38LpgGOgeIsbxnYMnfOWo/w400-h266/feet-on-scale-that-reads-HELP.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Week after week the scale wouldn't budget despite my healthy diet and exercise. I just didn't have the heart to blog when I had no updates.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then, towards the last half of 2023, I started gaining weight, little by little. To say I was defeated and discouraged is an understatement. However, </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">I continued to stay the course even when it felt like all hope was gone. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In December 2023 my Psychiatrist ordered blood work to make sure my blood glucose was within normal ranges because my medication can cause diabetes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Although I didn't really have any symptoms, my bloodwork came back that I was officially a type 2 diabetic. Enter all of the feelings...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was frustrated because I expressed concern the prior year that I was headed in the direction of diabetes since my blood work didn't show improvements despite the healthy diet and exercise. Unfortunately, because I only had pre-diabetes at the time, there was nothing Kaiser would do. I was simply told to continue to diet and exercise. <i>*eye roll*</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">On the other hand, I was also a little relieved. I felt like a puzzle piece finally fell into place. Maybe the reason I wasn't losing and slowly gaining weight was that I was insulin-resistant/diabetic. I needed medical help that I wasn't getting but now finally qualified for.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">For months I had heard a lot about GLP-1 (glucagon-like peptide 1) on TikTok for the treatment of diabetes and obesity and how it can greatly assist in weight loss in addition to controlling diabetes. I dared to hope. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sadly, my doctor with Kaiser couldn't prescribe a GLP-1 medication without me first trying 2 alternative medications. Why? Well, GLP-1 medications are VERY expensive and Kaiser doesn't want to cover them without proof that other medications have failed. So, I was started on Metformin (the gold standard medication for type 2 diabetes). </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was also prescribed Phentermine for appetite suppression. I knew immediately that the Phentermine wouldn't help because I didn't have an appetite problem. Most days I "accidentally" do intermittent fasting because I'm just not hungry in the mornings so I don't typically "eat" until 12 or 1 pm - and even then, I have a healthy homemade protein smoothie. I tried the Phentermine for a week and it did </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">nothing, just as I had expected.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">That's when I </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">decided to take matters into my own hands. I began to research a variety of telehealth companies and found </span><a href="http://www.joinfridays.com" style="font-family: verdana;" target="_blank">JoinFridays</a>. <span style="font-family: verdana;">I began the journey to get prescribed a GLP-1 and pay out of pocket for the doctor and medication. After my appointment, JoinFridays agreed I was a good candidate for the GLP-1 medication Tirzepatide (aka Mounjaro or Zepbound). </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Since I would be paying out of pocket, they recommended I go with compound Tirzepatide (which is the generic form of the name-brand medication). This would make it more cost-effective (~$325/month vs over $1,000). </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioG8FeYSQjbvI2Ngaxi-tehDzxjfj0qARNPm_fqaLQuvH88DwD7wpfOuUbHKnjqf8WSa08Zk2vfItqb5kkx5GMD_sNoR-WgEPpQOPmJ9aCmo8Qy8fquA431o4vNVdvCv0rwGSQAf5l52gvSsAYb7wJCKJVtpeVf5gs5CkGgwAIkZcD1VHUATgBZnxhKtY/s800/Up-close-shot-of-syringe-receiving-medication-from-tube.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="571" data-original-width="800" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioG8FeYSQjbvI2Ngaxi-tehDzxjfj0qARNPm_fqaLQuvH88DwD7wpfOuUbHKnjqf8WSa08Zk2vfItqb5kkx5GMD_sNoR-WgEPpQOPmJ9aCmo8Qy8fquA431o4vNVdvCv0rwGSQAf5l52gvSsAYb7wJCKJVtpeVf5gs5CkGgwAIkZcD1VHUATgBZnxhKtY/s320/Up-close-shot-of-syringe-receiving-medication-from-tube.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">And, here I am today, January 17th. My medication arrived in the mail today and I took my first shot of the medication. I'm really hoping this medication will finally help me overcome the hurdles I've stumbled through this past year. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I welcome you to follow this new journey with me. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Here are my stats for Week 1</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i> *cringe*</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Highest Weight: 309.8 lbs </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Starting Weight: 297.8 lbs</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I lost about 10 pounds after starting Metformin but my weight stalled at 297 and has been fluctuating between 297 and 298 this past week. I'm glad I got below 300 pounds because I was devastated when I broke the 300s. <i> <span style="color: #666666;"> </span></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Here goes nothing! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Serena Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411156406585725029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928668213490094411.post-91775942451754176072023-03-16T19:00:00.005-07:002023-03-17T08:31:40.223-07:00Peek-a-boo! <p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hello, everyone!</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHsNQzUO6GtchmAQVeK4YLxf9MMbDcjJOQpgsXomg1TnwVPLC0US69RbN2iZUhxcPW5FkTAAcqNLKhyodpoSffcTxMtf9eKBVBB0JvVvwsU3T5mjA2hl9kcaN4LWaJ4r6iBvSMo-oJLa4lQs-QpFe2ROTsx-pgOChEoa0waTLEWKWd_Z4lu1slFVZk/s1200/peekaboo.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="1200" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHsNQzUO6GtchmAQVeK4YLxf9MMbDcjJOQpgsXomg1TnwVPLC0US69RbN2iZUhxcPW5FkTAAcqNLKhyodpoSffcTxMtf9eKBVBB0JvVvwsU3T5mjA2hl9kcaN4LWaJ4r6iBvSMo-oJLa4lQs-QpFe2ROTsx-pgOChEoa0waTLEWKWd_Z4lu1slFVZk/s320/peekaboo.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I know, I know... it's been a LONG time since I've checked in. I </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">sort of fell off the face of the earth for the last several months.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The good news is that I haven't given up; I'm still committed to losing weight and I've been exercising regularly over the last several months. Exercise has done wonders for my anxiety for the most part.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My nutrition on the other hand has seen some ups and downs. Overall, I was managing to eat relatively healthily but would binge eat every once in a while. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The bad news is that I've hit a plateau that I can't seem to get past. I've been weighing 284 pounds for MONTHS and it's incredibly frustrating and really discouraging. This is one of the reasons why I stopped posting anything because I was stuck in a rut. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Intermittent fasting sounded like a good plan for me because I did NOT want to count calories. But, I struggled with hunger in the mornings and was ravenous by lunchtime. Also, I knew I wasn't eating enough which I suspect was contributing to the plateau. My body does not do well with extreme caloric deficits.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">So, in an effort to change things up, I decided to give up intermittent fasting for now. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Instead, I'm starting to focus on macronutrients, primarily fiber, and protein. My goal is to get at least 100g of protein and as much fiber as possible.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'm hoping that focusing more on my nutrition will be just what I need to break through this plateau and start seeing progress. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Of course, I make this decision with Ramadan right around the corner when I'll be obliged to fast from dawn until sunset. It will be interesting to see how I'm going to manage my protein and fiber with so few meals. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'll keep you all posted. Thanks for following my journey and rooting me on. It means a lot to have people in my corner cheering for me. </span></p>Serena Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411156406585725029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928668213490094411.post-51388574511582363212022-11-02T19:30:00.001-07:002022-11-03T18:16:55.042-07:00Wednesday Weigh-In - 11/2/22<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiALOXZ9iMgkMrwhMWoOidlSwDZiU0rXREtUQ7Y-NomMdwF7jPmKBGmD3wo2AE08FTP-OjEsD_SEl0h7uUR_E-t9Vgq8xPxijvBSMg7_CR4sbWDtZ6JDROZVBls7kECNIahJhwmlkCSmZwCjfiM2Ap9FA1wr-5msTGtL9sSthKm23wUcC_TRMZXaxca/s300/wednesday%20weigh-in.webp" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="249" data-original-width="300" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiALOXZ9iMgkMrwhMWoOidlSwDZiU0rXREtUQ7Y-NomMdwF7jPmKBGmD3wo2AE08FTP-OjEsD_SEl0h7uUR_E-t9Vgq8xPxijvBSMg7_CR4sbWDtZ6JDROZVBls7kECNIahJhwmlkCSmZwCjfiM2Ap9FA1wr-5msTGtL9sSthKm23wUcC_TRMZXaxca/s1600/wednesday%20weigh-in.webp" width="300" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Here's this week's Wednesday weigh-in. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Following is the breakdown of my weekly workouts...</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thursday 10/27 - 45 min Zumba</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Friday 10/28 - 35 min walk, 30 min BodyPump, & 15 min yoga </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saturday 10/29 - 15 min walk & 30 min Zumba</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sunday 10/30 - 10 min walk & 45 min Zumba</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Monday 10/31 - 35 min Zumba, 30 min BodyPump, & 15 min yoga</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tuesday 11/1 - 40 min walk & 15 min yoga & 25 min walk</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wednesday 11/2 - 45 min Zumba & 15 min yoga</span></p><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Victories so far... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I can tell I'm building my endurance and reducing my discomfort when walking. I'm able to walk a little faster or go a bit further. I'm able to dance a little longer when doing Zumba. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><p style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Following is my weigh in...</b></span></p><p style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Last week's weight: 288.0</span></p><p style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This week's weight: 284.8</span></p></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'm back down to the previous week's weight. Overall, I've lost 9.8 pounds.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'm only 3 weeks in, but I wanted to focus on my measurements instead since it's the beginning of the month. I'll be checking my measurements on the first Wednesday of each month moving forward.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Here are my changes in measurements...</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Neck: -0.5"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Chest/Bust: -2" </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Waist: -0.25" </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hips: -0.75" </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Upper Arm: -0.75" </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Forearm: -0.75" </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Upper Thigh: -0.75" </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mid Thigh: -0" </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Calf: -0"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I lost a total of 5.75" overall, and most significantly in my bust. At least I know there's some shrinking action taking place! </span></div><p></p>Serena Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411156406585725029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928668213490094411.post-77910893621335141432022-10-26T18:47:00.000-07:002022-10-26T18:47:39.260-07:00Wednesday Weigh-In - 10/26/22<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjCBoW8Zj7XWaouA7JsTrk72PPuijgb_JG0qUsjZwwIbVzcf7wVekZl8CnriKkaPl5uMdk2rWYSYx2BvcCow4HInX2EDtxdyxjVQDWoOgu4qCRmtrpEKbtxAxEbwQyfua6bsyqBgZj_0JVQ_68QwuSCZwRxL7uTQjrSJu9Of7pJyYgW4CQMPsQWDFX/s300/wednesday%20weigh-in.webp" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="249" data-original-width="300" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjCBoW8Zj7XWaouA7JsTrk72PPuijgb_JG0qUsjZwwIbVzcf7wVekZl8CnriKkaPl5uMdk2rWYSYx2BvcCow4HInX2EDtxdyxjVQDWoOgu4qCRmtrpEKbtxAxEbwQyfua6bsyqBgZj_0JVQ_68QwuSCZwRxL7uTQjrSJu9Of7pJyYgW4CQMPsQWDFX/s1600/wednesday%20weigh-in.webp" width="300" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">This week's Wednesday weigh-in will be short and sweet. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Following is the breakdown of my weekly workouts...</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thursday 10/20 - 30 min walk & 15 min Zumba</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Friday 10/21 - 30 min walk </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saturday 10/22 - 35 min walk & 20 min yoga</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sunday 10/23 - 15 min walk & 32 min Zumba</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Monday 10/24 - 31 min walk & 18 min yoga & 24 min walk (I went on two walks, once in the morning, and another walk in the evening)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tuesday 10/25 - 30 min walk</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wednesday 10/26 - 35 min walk & 20 min strength training (BodyPump)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My Les Mill equipment arrived today - hooray! I was so excited that I squeezed in a 20 min session after my cardio workout at the gym. I definitely felt some tension in my back because I don't use those muscles very much and I sit a lot -- but with time I know I'll build strength in my back so it won't hurt as much. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Following is my weigh in...</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Last week's weight: 284.8</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">This week's weight: 288.0</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I weighed in heavier this morning, but I know this is just my body adjusting to all of the changes between my diet and exercise. I'm not discouraged by the temporary increase. I'm in this for the long haul! </span></p><p><br /></p>Serena Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411156406585725029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928668213490094411.post-68079644309468957642022-10-21T16:39:00.000-07:002022-10-21T16:39:13.131-07:00A Treat for Myself<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOE9Z1LzRhJRKG0QF0C-w5EeFkPOgXiv1xT7bqfhRHZ978xNx41TYFNxyjpBUglYrAAYkmd4MeS7mqOqeP09dE121etfwwpFsx01cu7tuxZ9s4jBfsXYaXyH7bU7dlF3PQvT9cf82XNkmC7T3yGEJXkDFfZq5muZgr5bu8LyruVKFT8NZ8y-axfPep/s800/les%20mills%20package.webp" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOE9Z1LzRhJRKG0QF0C-w5EeFkPOgXiv1xT7bqfhRHZ978xNx41TYFNxyjpBUglYrAAYkmd4MeS7mqOqeP09dE121etfwwpFsx01cu7tuxZ9s4jBfsXYaXyH7bU7dlF3PQvT9cf82XNkmC7T3yGEJXkDFfZq5muZgr5bu8LyruVKFT8NZ8y-axfPep/s320/les%20mills%20package.webp" width="320" /></a></div><br />So, I did a thing yesterday. I splurged on the <a href="https://shop.lesmills.com/us/bodypump-bundle-6m-free-us" target="_blank">Les Mills BodyPump Bundle</a>! <p></p><p>I want to start incorporating strength training into my workouts, but feel like I'm at a loss for how to do it. I'm not comfortable using the weight machines at the gym. And, after my meeting with the fitness director yesterday, I discovered that personal training is WAY outside of my budget. </p><p>Then I remembered that I always loved taking the Les Mills BodyPump classes that 24 Hour Fitness offered. Unfortunately, my new gym, LA Fitness, doesn't offer any of the Les Mills programs. </p><p>The good news is that Les Mills offers an on-demand program I can do from home! It was a bit of an investment, but I'm worth it! I can't wait to get my equipment so I can get started. </p>Serena Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411156406585725029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928668213490094411.post-45376500017564345812022-10-19T19:57:00.002-07:002022-10-19T20:00:40.304-07:00Wednesday Weigh-In - 10/19/22<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1f2axuF3uqFVl5EaMli6wFZuKXXc5U_9ROgeiDO43d6yhpSY_H-fyrlM966nt-sikpYlEo2TxxyPgj6-HYmTGoO4zFa5ddJUoGATpVF0uqy9iS-PORqV789B4JRugAXS5ly7h4AtGKkg5m-57JR6WE07Y6CiG0BuN8rSKLwPJJFRCk-Of9DX-1tap/s300/wednesday%20weigh-in.webp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="249" data-original-width="300" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1f2axuF3uqFVl5EaMli6wFZuKXXc5U_9ROgeiDO43d6yhpSY_H-fyrlM966nt-sikpYlEo2TxxyPgj6-HYmTGoO4zFa5ddJUoGATpVF0uqy9iS-PORqV789B4JRugAXS5ly7h4AtGKkg5m-57JR6WE07Y6CiG0BuN8rSKLwPJJFRCk-Of9DX-1tap/s1600/wednesday%20weigh-in.webp" width="300" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">It's been a week since I decided to put myself and my health first. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'm a testament to what a difference a week can make! </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Last week I shared that my first time out for a walk was excruciating. Anyone else probably would have given up being in that amount of pain. But, the next day, I got back out there again and went for another shorter walk. I avoided the hill down the road and walked back and forth on the flat portion of the road. That walk was just as painful as the first day, but it was shorter only 25 minutes. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Being the rebel I am, I went for another walk the day after. By the third day, I was still in pain, but I noticed only one side of my back/hip hurt, not both sides... and I shaved off an entire 2 minutes on the same walk as the day before. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">On the fourth day, I went for another walk outside because the hubster hadn't had the chance to add me to the gym membership. I shaved another minute off my walk and wasn't in as much pain as the days prior. PROGRESS!!! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Initially, I said I would only exercise 3 days a week because I wanted to set realistic goals with my busy schedule. However, now that I got started, I want to keep up the momentum. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The hubster added me to the gym membership on Saturday afternoon, so I went to the gym on Sunday. I had hoped that going in when they opened (8 am) would mean there wouldn't be many people. It may seem silly, but I'm very self-conscious about exercising in front of others when I'm this big. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I did a walk on the treadmill; the treadmill is easier than walking outside because I can regulate my speed better, and there's a cushioned platform. I found that when I walked faster, it aggravated my back/hip pain. So, I lowered the pace and could walk for 30 minutes. Afterward, I treated myself to 20 minutes in the sauna. Thankfully, they have a separate women's sauna, so I felt more comfortable.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Monday and Tuesday, I take my son to speech therapy in the late afternoon/early evening. Instead of sitting in the car waiting for him for 30 minutes, I opted to walk and make the most of the time. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">On Tuesday, I went on two walks, one in the morning before work and another in the evening while I waited for my son. To my pleasant surprise, during my morning walk, my pain level was very low, and I could walk a bit further and include a few hills. The evening walk was a little uncomfortable, but not what it's been in the days' priors. I'm making more progress! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tonight I went to the gym after work. I had an appointment with the fitness director to go over my goals and do a baseline assessment of where I'm at. Ultimately, their goal was to sell me personal training; my goal was to find out how much. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">An hour and a half later, and some humbling tears after the baseline assessment (which I failed miserably), the price tag was over $500 a month for twice a week training for only 30 minutes. Sadly, that's just a little too rich for my blood. Even at just one time per week I was quoted $350. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">While I would love to work with a personal trainer to build a strength workout routine, I'm just going to have to DIM - do it myself. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Afterwards, I stayed for a workout. I walked on the treadmill for 15 minutes until their Zumba class started, I figured I would give it a try. The class was okay, I stayed for 30 minutes. I'm a bit of a Zumba snob having taught it for a few years. I like a wide variety of music and dance routines, so that was a bit lacking in tonight's class. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wow, what a whirlwind week, eh?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now, to the highlight... after weighing myself this morning, one week into my journey and I'm down a whopping 9.8 pounds! I went from 294.6 to 284.8! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I know the weight isn't going to continue to come off in such high numbers. There will be weeks when I may only lose a half pound or nothing at all. I'm in this for the long haul!</span></p>Serena Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411156406585725029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928668213490094411.post-21780918104808991732022-10-17T12:36:00.005-07:002022-10-17T12:39:59.019-07:00The Labels We Carry<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIhODnt6fd8kgMu6KDqWRu62YvB7m9uxM1d3wH9FRnzSx2uAMYlqnTRXIKorCcICPl-DvSRHXsV7AE2BLCy5PzS9lUzCXmtgg2aHnpSQF9Qupg5ijrpGnEtrMVCn5BQ-AMQVWmDha_o3XJ5xOAZYfh2WcZGSIwwxdrQInybOusRQyZcOC0y52fqXMA/s300/Things-we-tell-ourselves-300x225.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="300" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIhODnt6fd8kgMu6KDqWRu62YvB7m9uxM1d3wH9FRnzSx2uAMYlqnTRXIKorCcICPl-DvSRHXsV7AE2BLCy5PzS9lUzCXmtgg2aHnpSQF9Qupg5ijrpGnEtrMVCn5BQ-AMQVWmDha_o3XJ5xOAZYfh2WcZGSIwwxdrQInybOusRQyZcOC0y52fqXMA/s1600/Things-we-tell-ourselves-300x225.png" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Every week, the Executive Director for one of the schools I work for sends a Monday Motivation email. There's always a positive, uplifting message to take away. This week's post was a <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hNS_D-pw8y4" target="_blank">VIDEO</a> that made me cry because I had just been thinking about this very idea yesterday as I went to the gym for the first time. For the first 15 minutes all I could focus on were the demons in my head telling me that everyone was judging me and how pathetic I must have looked. </div></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Instead of continuing to get caught up in the negative thoughts about what others may or may not think, I decided to shut out those thoughts and replace them with positive ones; it made a big difference!</p><p style="text-align: justify;">We all carry negative thoughts and self-doubt, but if we could replace them with positivity instead, what a difference we can make. What are some negative thoughts you've been carrying with you that you need to let go of?</p>Serena Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411156406585725029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928668213490094411.post-33616869303739820102022-10-15T11:19:00.002-07:002022-10-20T08:31:06.540-07:00Because Every Picture Tells a Story<span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitMl41IAYIYbdrWHONL96k4xVP3SaozW163PxBAoQqW76fybmP_iUzSk9pc3yFRXofUgmmxHTfqPJPdVddAXlWKCPIaUsMI5YXMNTcOOcsX4q8FKV3h93Rci-UE7fEiCRj43I0jZPbiJK5gEvd9XbI_zs-Vqd36ifVPha5Abbmv9YAzlLGwY69QIUf/s5100/My%20project-1.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5100" data-original-width="3300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitMl41IAYIYbdrWHONL96k4xVP3SaozW163PxBAoQqW76fybmP_iUzSk9pc3yFRXofUgmmxHTfqPJPdVddAXlWKCPIaUsMI5YXMNTcOOcsX4q8FKV3h93Rci-UE7fEiCRj43I0jZPbiJK5gEvd9XbI_zs-Vqd36ifVPha5Abbmv9YAzlLGwY69QIUf/s320/My%20project-1.jpg" width="207" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The wonderful thing about "before" photos is that I can look back and see the success of the small, repeated efforts day in and day out. </span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">When you have a LOT of weight to lose, it is daunting knowing it will take quite some time. However, I want to be able to look back and share my story with others who might be in the same boat and give them hope. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">It is possible to lose a lot of weight safely and without gimmicks. It might take time, but it took me a few years to gain the weight, so it will likely take a few years to lose it. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">It's not a race but a lifestyle change so I can be the healthiest version of myself! </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">So, without further ado - here are my before photos. I'm posting them despite how unflattering they are. <span> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtcvDKWUE1HQ7G9yypUpFcZOSeV3flOK68G9DsOYA-AvXkXB4i9yT4zpdOk9JiBydFX6MNoAYt2uHeV0V1uI7U5DsrB5hnQTgdftAsdveOvH7s219B50qxVzyDRsgEmpyK3VlJi1nFgFi3tg_iP46OEm5DsOQf3JtKDGxx_otq01efshTTU656SnC/s3236/BEFORE%20FRONT.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3236" data-original-width="1640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtcvDKWUE1HQ7G9yypUpFcZOSeV3flOK68G9DsOYA-AvXkXB4i9yT4zpdOk9JiBydFX6MNoAYt2uHeV0V1uI7U5DsrB5hnQTgdftAsdveOvH7s219B50qxVzyDRsgEmpyK3VlJi1nFgFi3tg_iP46OEm5DsOQf3JtKDGxx_otq01efshTTU656SnC/s320/BEFORE%20FRONT.jpg" width="162" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCspMoAtW-DnnKuaYmnU3eInlBdmhFLSZ__Ph25NDi6RsiH8Dlap39X8BuiYaoeVM51lRsQZLHL0KQneekzYPkZ2IHaw55Lc356NoP9gO3gjFrULR9MPCER95uAYUUW2CWUW1b0JLXRMmJjaOfvW74eS1OHw48cbpaNOfHK49vwguMka2kHwPbjSJT/s3571/BEFORE%20SIDE.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3571" data-original-width="1559" height="354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCspMoAtW-DnnKuaYmnU3eInlBdmhFLSZ__Ph25NDi6RsiH8Dlap39X8BuiYaoeVM51lRsQZLHL0KQneekzYPkZ2IHaw55Lc356NoP9gO3gjFrULR9MPCER95uAYUUW2CWUW1b0JLXRMmJjaOfvW74eS1OHw48cbpaNOfHK49vwguMka2kHwPbjSJT/w155-h354/BEFORE%20SIDE.jpg" width="155" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_RYzr0ozsCyFIJ0bzUvf24z14DEDws2dYzjPW6qgHiXg3bhplwziSgeytNGEGaMBJQrsYM64ZBQKFiIf_NtKdifzWU4dS8_NZp6HZWnX7j0MUPE7-u9WA8Ryk3yOVJAfhI86y_yjKSLkZz24O8DCy11OwIs11cYiFmAmy_KT8cpKVrC0HZ0_rJRs/s3171/BEFORE%20BACK.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3171" data-original-width="1628" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_RYzr0ozsCyFIJ0bzUvf24z14DEDws2dYzjPW6qgHiXg3bhplwziSgeytNGEGaMBJQrsYM64ZBQKFiIf_NtKdifzWU4dS8_NZp6HZWnX7j0MUPE7-u9WA8Ryk3yOVJAfhI86y_yjKSLkZz24O8DCy11OwIs11cYiFmAmy_KT8cpKVrC0HZ0_rJRs/s320/BEFORE%20BACK.jpg" width="164" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><br /></span></span></div>Serena Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411156406585725029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928668213490094411.post-54376792536622043872022-10-12T20:09:00.002-07:002022-10-20T08:31:23.162-07:00You Have to Start Somewhere...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC9LNUr9_rnEVQhjx0ZlcykDzuYwL4JS7XJOEQFlGpN0dXj4NG2U_L1fWupKPOEbcoNaz3RTI4vh6s26M-Rgy53kauNArp0-kBOIXo5dbISWcm5A_ECbuv-ftlFWRbSyeCUrxpLYTmVUvh13uJ1m61gyuRGf0kPya7gbkInU7LIztDCU17_PiPKYNU/s612/start.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="612" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC9LNUr9_rnEVQhjx0ZlcykDzuYwL4JS7XJOEQFlGpN0dXj4NG2U_L1fWupKPOEbcoNaz3RTI4vh6s26M-Rgy53kauNArp0-kBOIXo5dbISWcm5A_ECbuv-ftlFWRbSyeCUrxpLYTmVUvh13uJ1m61gyuRGf0kPya7gbkInU7LIztDCU17_PiPKYNU/w400-h266/start.jpeg" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Today I hadn't expected to start over. In fact, before I headed to the office this morning, I made a Starbucks run for breakfast and was already thinking about lunch plans. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">By mid-morning, I devoured a dozen snack-sized servings of gummy bears in an effort to drown my ever-increasing anxiety.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I would have laughed if you had asked me at 11 am if I would be starting over today. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then, a conversation with a fellow coworker, Sarah, this afternoon ignited a little spark of motivation. We were gabbing in the hall for a few minutes, commiserating on how hard it is to lose weight when you have no motivation or energy to put down the bag of chips and get up and moving instead. We both know we'll feel better if we just do it. But, alas, the motivation keeps eluding us.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After that conversation, I got to thinking... I don't need motivation; I need determination. Motivation is a fickle friend, but determination and grit, that will get you much farther than motivation ever will. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I remembered what Sarah said the last we spoke, that she was going to try and go for a walk tonight. And I half-heartedly told myself, I'm going to go for a walk too. But the more I thought about it, the more determined I grew to go home and go for a walk. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I got home from work, I changed into workout clothes (a pair of sweats, a ratty t-shirt, and a 32 Degrees hoodie). I asked my daughter if she wanted to join, and she was thrilled because she hadn't been on a walk in ages. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">While putting on my shoes, I had to choke back a panic attack when I realized the walking path would be a challenge. Unfortunately, there's a hill on my road, and I have a reasonably steep and very long driveway I would be contending with. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After all, I've been completely sedentary for months (*cough* years). Just getting ready in the morning gets me winded and washing dishes leaves me with a terrible back ache. I knew this walk wouldn't be easy. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My daughter looked at me and said, "You have to start somewhere." And she's absolutely right; I have to start somewhere. It's just a walk, right? Well... </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We set out and made it down the driveway quickly enough; it was downhill. We headed in our usual direction down the road, also downhill. The first 5 minutes were uneventful, and I felt fine. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, I started feeling intense pain in my lower left hip/back. Seriously, 5 minutes in, and I'm definitely questioning my decision. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I talked myself into walking to the end of the road, which usually takes about 10 minutes. However, we were 12 minutes in by the time we reached the end of the road, and to say I was in excruciating pain would be an understatement. Both the left and right sides of my back/hips were in agony. Every step was so painful that I told my daughter no less than a dozen times I wasn't sure if I would make it back home. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I continued on because the reality was I did need to get back home, and I wasn't about to call my husband to come to pick me up; however, the thought did cross my mind more than once. I took a short break every other minute and then kept trudging on. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I knew I was walking at a snail's pace, but the important thing was to keep walking, one foot in front of the other, until I made it back home. The hill up the road didn't make it easier, coupled with the sun blaring down on me. The weather showed it was only 76˚, but it felt more like 106˚; I was drenched in sweat and beet red-faced. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I made it back home, huffing and puffing and barely able to walk through the front door. But I made it! </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmoptr8wJccNjRXzo8vDcIv38mg8jZmP_FNXqxHDbNWIsJvtPxtkUiq-VlexSB1IN5eYS7j1X-EV_O0TqEdB-l_FZuFLCQRFviB-8KTteZG_ScavmR9troVUUcvlP6gIMPxF4ng-lIe-tLBJvYg8wnhnl56Ywqly8kA6i9mOofBgn90q25NfM9KeKw/s515/cupping.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="515" data-original-width="515" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmoptr8wJccNjRXzo8vDcIv38mg8jZmP_FNXqxHDbNWIsJvtPxtkUiq-VlexSB1IN5eYS7j1X-EV_O0TqEdB-l_FZuFLCQRFviB-8KTteZG_ScavmR9troVUUcvlP6gIMPxF4ng-lIe-tLBJvYg8wnhnl56Ywqly8kA6i9mOofBgn90q25NfM9KeKw/s320/cupping.jpeg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I immediately tried to stretch and foam roll some of the pain away. I had to pull out my Chinese cupping tools because I knew nothing else would relieve this pain, and I didn't want to resort to my painkillers. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">A session of the cups followed by a long soak in the jacuzzi tub, and I felt much better.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">So, now that I've gotten started, my goal is to find an exercise I can do that's not going to leave me in such horrific pain. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I asked my husband to add me to his gym membership so I could walk on the treadmill at the gym. I could do that without triggering the immense pain the outside walk left me feeling. I just have to build up my endurance. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I want to start Zumba again. The gym has classes I might be able to make once or twice a week. I could also do all of my old routines but with much less range of motion and intensity. That should give me a little variety as I work my way back into a workout schedule. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I will start exercising at least 3 days per week until I get more stamina. Then I will switch to 5 days per week, no excuses.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Slow and steady! I can do this because I'm determined! Who's with me?</span></p>Serena Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411156406585725029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928668213490094411.post-65044722334165661432022-10-12T18:34:00.001-07:002022-10-12T18:35:18.930-07:00My Great Depression and Hitting Rock Bottom<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It's been years since I've given this blog any thought. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">What exactly have I been up to<br /> for the past 8 years? </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">I've been surviving all kinds of madness.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In 2014 I had successfully lost half my body weight. When I started, I was 276 pounds and I got down to 136 pounds. I was an entirely new person after having lost my excess weight. I kept it off for 2.5 years, yo-yoing 15-20 pounds from time to time. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then, in early 2017 was my Great Depression. I nearly got divorced because my husband found out some secrets I had been keeping from him (debt and me teaching Zumba/fitness classes). Thankfully, by Allah's mercy, we stayed together and got through the rough patch.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhInX1ndQ8ykEhbJ-BQ1Bhs79tHl_EwdEwZ9oV2C-25JYLMUYHWF_E1kktMNOj2fbeNE0UO4Glgr2q9Z7TnY4xfd2sehuNSbjogszyKaTkKT9IaQzctB887PZlPb48YW4j8jqGDrp5TrRb5rJDMKA1i2ZzBbvQnW3TkSx1gdz22GwutBPwgvhwG-wFA/s949/rock%20bottom.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="949" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhInX1ndQ8ykEhbJ-BQ1Bhs79tHl_EwdEwZ9oV2C-25JYLMUYHWF_E1kktMNOj2fbeNE0UO4Glgr2q9Z7TnY4xfd2sehuNSbjogszyKaTkKT9IaQzctB887PZlPb48YW4j8jqGDrp5TrRb5rJDMKA1i2ZzBbvQnW3TkSx1gdz22GwutBPwgvhwG-wFA/w433-h244/rock%20bottom.jpeg" width="433" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">However, it was not without consequences. I went into a terrible depression because I was no longer teaching Zumba/fitness classes. It was the one thing I absolutely loved to do and it brought me so much joy and connection with people from all walks of life. The hubster was not on board with me continuing for his own personal religious convictions; convictions I didn't share but probably should have.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I started a new job in late 2016 and by early 2017 things were taking off. I was promoted a couple of times and found myself burying my grief and dissatisfaction in my new roles. I oftentimes worked round the clock, 80+ hours a week. I also buried my grief in food. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">I did that for 5 years.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My weight crept back up in what seemed like increments, I went from 150 to 175, 200, 225, 250, 275, 285...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Today I find myself at a whopping 294.6 pounds. I don't recognize myself. I don't even feel like myself anymore. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">How in the world did I let myself go this far. I am mentally berating myself over and over for not stopping the destructive behavior and habits sooner. The many times I started to get back on track only to give up after a few weeks or months. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">If only I had kept going, I wouldn't be where I find myself now. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rock bottom is painful and raw. But I have to start somewhere... </span></p>Serena Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411156406585725029noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928668213490094411.post-60289594638000933432014-09-14T18:05:00.000-07:002014-09-14T18:05:13.466-07:00Differences After Weight Loss...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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After a recent conversation with my mom I was inspired to provide a short list of notable differences in my quality of life after reaching and maintaining a "healthy" weight... This is by no means a comprehensive list - just a few that comes to mind. <br />
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<b>1. Tolerating Heat</b><br />
This is what actually prompted the blog post idea. We've been experiencing a heat wave for several days. Today the high is 95˚F. Yes, I understand that might be cool for people who live in Nevada, Arizona, or even Africa - but it's unusually hot for those accustomed to San Diego's typically comfortable mid 70's. <br />
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When I was obese - I felt absolutely miserable in any weather above 80˚F. I'm not exaggerating when I say I would cry because of how uncomfortable the heat made me. I experienced heat rashes, headaches, and sweated profusely - all while doing absolutely nothing but sitting. <br />
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Now? I feel warm but I'm not uncomfortable or miserable. I even went outside, exercised and ran errands for a few hours today. Before my weight loss I wouldn't have even considered going outside in this weather unless I absolutely had no choice. <br />
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<b>2. Shopping</b><br />
Here is a perfect segue to my next point... I had a love/hate relationship with shopping when I was obese. This may sound insane - but I never wanted to go to the store <b>without</b> my kids when I was obese. I used my children as a visual excuse for my excess weight. I figured if people saw me with my 2 (and subsequently 3) children they would think, "She must have gained weight when she had kids." The truth is, I was technically overweight prior to ever having kids - but no one else knew that. I always irrationally felt that people were mentally judging me when I went shopping. <br />
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I don't feel that way anymore! Now I'm whizzing down aisles and hopping onto the back of the shopping cart as I ride it through the parking lot! Weeeeeeee....<br />
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<b>3. Clothes</b><br />
This ties in to shopping but deserves a feature on it's own. I've abhorred clothes shopping for as long as I can remember. I started getting chubby when I was about 9 or 10 years old... and back in the late 80's/early 90's there weren't really sizing options for fluffy kids. I couldn't wear the cute/stylish clothing because they either didn't fit or didn't look right on me. I resented having to settle for frumpy clothes.<br />
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Of course now I absolutely LOVE shopping for clothes. It's a wonderful feeling being able to pick clothes off the rack and have them fit and look great (ok, so sometimes I have occasional fit issues since I have large breasts - but I'm okay with that). Oh, and I don't have to spend a fortune either - I always find great deals for things on clearance or at the thrift store.<br />
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<b>4. Social Butterfly</b><br />
I've always been a life-of-the-party girl... however, during my morbidly obese years I completely fell off the social spectrum entirely. I stopped going to events and friends parties. I was ashamed and I didn't want anyone to see me. An old friend/acquaintance from high school invited me for coffee and I casually said we should be never did. I dreaded that awkward moment someone you know digests the drastic difference in your appearance. <br />
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Although I prefer to maintain a light social calendar - I no longer shy away from invitations (or going to the store). Now when people digest the drastic difference in my appearance - it's in an entirely positive way which leaves me feeling proud of what I've accomplished. <br />
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<b>5. </b> <b>Sex/Intimacy</b><br />
Yes, I have no reservations in addressing this very important topic. It's incredibly hard to be sexual and intimate with your spouse when you're completely embarrassed and/or ashamed with your body. How do you give yourself to another person when you're constantly holding back and hiding? Quite frankly, you don't - not the way either of you deserve. <br /><br />For more than 9 years of my marriage I would not willingly let my husband see me naked! I would always wear some sort of clothing - either a baby-doll nighty or tank top with panties. I covered myself with sheets or pillows... I would even dive behind furniture or a door if he accidentally walked in on me simply changing my clothes. <br />
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There's a lot I'm not going to say - but I will say that sex is amazingly different now that I have energy and confidence in my body. <br />
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<b>6. Energetic </b><br />
I always had one extraordinary and feisty personality. Oftentimes I wondered how much of my personality developed as a coping mechanism for my personal insecurities with my weight... For what I lacked physically I more than made up for with my smashing personality! (I concede my personality wasn't always so fabulous... in high-school I was a bit of a loud-mouth *itch - or in a more
eloquent word, arrogant. Thankfully I lived and learned from my shortcomings.) <br />
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I can finally physically keep up with my own energetic and frisky personality! I took the bull by the horns - it was worth the challenge! </div>
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My weight loss journey was spectacular. Here's a recap for those who don't know or don't remember...<br />
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I lost 135 pounds in 17 months (and lost another 5-8 pounds while I was on maintenance mode). Yes, I lost weight but I gained! I gained self confidence, energy, and an entirely new perspective on life. My larger than life persona was trapped in a cumbersome box (my obese body)... losing weight was like gradually unwrapping a phenomenal gift - the "real" me - a dazzling yet spunky firecracker!<br />
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Please don't misunderstand... the process wasn't all butterflies and rainbows. There was/is no magic pill, shake or wrap for losing weight. You have to put in the hard work and dedication. I repeat - hard work and dedication. Note: I did not mention motivation. Losing weight has absolutely nothing to do with motivation. I didn't always desire to go run/exercise or only eat one piece of cake (truth be told - I really do want to eat the entire cake)... life isn't about our desires people! <br />
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The hot question everyone asked me was, "How did you do it?" Once people adjusted to seeing the new me they stopped asking "How?" and started asking "Why?" - "Why haven't you gained back the weight?" I was slightly surprised by the question...<br />
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Why haven't I gained the weight back? I've read people comment on the statistics of obese people regaining their weight (if not more) after weight loss. I believe those who gain back their weight didn't approach weight loss for the right reasons or they followed some ridiculous diet (if you couldn't or wouldn't eat that way for the rest of your life - then it's not a sustainable "diet").<br />
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I made reasonable dietary changes with no restrictions (except two
things: no soda or artificial sugar). I eat everything in moderation. Pasta? Bread? CARBS? Oh my! YES. Pasta,
bread, and CARBS aren't evil. In fact, they're good for you (in as close to their natural state as possible (read: whole wheat and whole grain). Meat, fish and dairy are also good for you. I don't care what documentary claims otherwise - unless you have a genuine allergy, I call BS on all that nonsense. Furthermore, I established an exercise 5 days a week rule/commitment, no excuses. Through sickness, through
injuries, through vacations - I exercise 5 days a
week (with very few exceptions - less than 5 times in 2.5 years). <br />
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I didn't change my entire way of life to simply lose weight, to be a certain size or a certain number on a scale; I changed my life to get healthy! I didn't gain the weight back because I continue to stay committed to myself and my health. I didn't stop eating healthy, well balanced meals and exercising once I lost my weight... I continued the process. It's really that simple.<br />
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With all that said, I have a confession. I have gained about 10 pounds. Ok, technically 15 pounds but allow me to explain (why so defensive Serena?). HAHA! Earlier this year I decided to regularly add strength training to my exercise schedule. Previously I was a cardio queen... honestly, I still love cardio. However, I wanted/needed to strengthen and tone my body (in hopes of shaping areas I'm not too thrilled with - namely my flabtastic upper arms). After a couple months I noticed I actually gained 5 pounds - however, I was slightly smaller physically. I wasn't concerned with the 5 pounds on the scale because I knew it was an increase in muscle mass and not fat.<br />
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The other 10 pounds... well, I had a few rough patches with binge eating over the last several weeks. I love to bake and when I bake - I do it right! Butter, cream, sugar... you know, all that oh-so-delicious richness that make baked goods and pastries worthwhile! I went a wee bit overboard and lost my grip on the reins for portion control. I began compensating with increasing my exercise (which more often than not I used to justify my overindulgence in the first place). Exercise isn't a punishment and it's not a means to an end... it's for my health!<br />
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You may be thinking what's 10 pounds in the grand scheme of things? As previously stated, I don't care about the number on the scale. I focus on how I feel in my own skin. Since I typically gain weight in my midsection so those 10 pounds make
me feel just as uncomfortable and bloated as I did when I was morbidly
obese - and that is a feeling I do not wish to continue feeling! My favorite jeans don't fit well (one pair I can't even wear). Even a few dresses aren't as flattering and comfortable with the extra fluff beneath. <br />
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So... here I am, refocused and ready to get back on track. Although I have been fairly successful at intuitive eating for more than a year I decided I would go back to an old habit that I know works extremely well: food/calorie tracking. With a few minor adjustments to my eating habits and balancing my exercise routine I look forward to rediscovering my "comfortable self" soon. </div>
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I rarely ever follow a recipe as written. Given my experience with cooking and my personal flavor profiles/preferences, I find there is always room for personalization with a recipe. I took <a href="http://www.myrecipes.com/recipe/cilantro-lime-chicken-with-avocado-salsa-10000001886432/" target="_blank">this recipe</a> from Cooking Light as inspiration. Following is my spin on it - it's a new family favorite (quick and easy too)!<br />
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<b>Ingredients</b><br />
1 whole chicken, skin removed cut into quarters (leg w/thigh and breast w/wing)<br />
1/3 cup fresh lime juice (about 4 limes)<br />
1/2 cup cilantro (about a large handful)<br />
2 cloves fresh garlic<br />
3 T. plain yogurt<br />
1 T. avocado oil (or olive oil)<br />
2 tsp kosher salt<br />
1/4 tsp black pepper<br />
1 tsp ground cumin<br />
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<b>Salsa</b><br />
2 medium-large tomatoes, chopped <br />
1 ripe avocado<br />
3 T. finely chopped red onion<br />
2 T. fresh lime juice<br />
1/4 tsp kosher salt<br />
1/8 tsp black pepper<br />
a dash of avocado oil (optional) <br />
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In a blender combine the lime juice and remaining ingredients (through cumin), blend until smooth. Place the chicken pieces in a gallon sized Ziplock bag (or shallow glass/ceramic baking dish). Pour marinade over the chicken, coating all pieces. Allow chicken to marinate overnight. <br />
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Preheat over to 375˚F. Line a "sided" cooking sheet (or a shallow baking dish) with parchment paper. Place chicken onto parchment paper and bake for 45-60 minutes or until chicken is cooked through. NOTE: Cooking time will vary depending on the size of your chicken. My chicken was approximately 4 pounds (fairly big) so it took 60 minutes to bake. If you have a smaller chicken it will cook faster.<br />
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Meanwhile prepare salsa. Combine the tomato, avocado and onion in a bowl. In a separate small bowl combine the lime juice, salt, pepper and avocado oil and whisk until blended. Add to the salsa and gently mix well.<br />
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Served with saffron rice and a Mexican green salad with cilantro lime dressing. Alternatively you can saute or stovetop grill some Mexican zucchini for a complementary vegetable side dish instead of salad if you prefer. </div>
Serena Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411156406585725029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928668213490094411.post-35843594826805499992014-09-02T10:07:00.001-07:002014-09-02T10:07:15.304-07:00Peek-a-Boo!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Here I am... Can you believe it? I haven't completely forgotten about my blog. The thought of it has been quietly buzzing in the back of my mind for quite some time. In fact, I even jotted down a variety of topics and thoughts I want to write about over the summer.<br />
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More than a year ago I wrote, quite fittingly, how saying "I don't have time to..." is an excuse for simply not making the time for what is important. Writing is tremendously important for me. Sadly, I've lost sight of its significance and benefits over time. Thus, I haven't made time for it. <br />
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I cannot promise any regularity in my posts - however, I will endeavor to write as often as possible. Although I may have a <strike>small</strike> non-existent audience at this point in time - the purpose of my blog has always been an avenue to express myself.</div>
Serena Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411156406585725029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928668213490094411.post-62062489152773523302013-07-27T17:00:00.001-07:002013-07-27T17:00:46.808-07:00I Don't Have the Time to...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yes, it's been quite some time since I've posted anything on this blog. It's not for lack of ideas/topics; I have an opinion on everything. Oftentimes my mind is overloaded with thoughts; writing is my cathartic release. One would think I would write/post far more often than I have... ultimately it comes down to the "I don't have the time..." excuse. <br />
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When people say, "I don't have the time to..." the truth is not necessarily having time but making the time. If something is important enough we will always make the time. <br /><br />Every day we wake up by the grace and mercy of God (Allah) and are
given 24 hours. Whether you believe in God or not, this is an
indisputable fact. People around the world aspire to greatness and
accomplish the (seemingly) impossible with the same 24 hours you and I get each day. We are the managers of our own time. <i>What kind of manager are you?</i><br /><br />I'm a busy mama of three little monsters. I homeschool. I cook (nearly) everything from scratch every day. I exercise 5 days a week, usually at a minimum of an hour. I typically keep a clean and tidy home (although I concede I'm blessed enough to have a cleaning crew help with the major cleaning every couple weeks). I get a LOT done throughout my day. <br /><br />Although I'm fairly confident in my time management abilities, there are definitely areas with room for improvement. Namely, I need to spend less time on the computer and a bit more time in prayer and the remembrance of God. <br /><br />I also have the desire to write/blog more often and will endeavor to make time for it. I need to post an update on my amazing weight loss journey (I've reached my goal!), share my recent sewing projects and recipes, etc... <br /><br />Stay tuned (and feel free to nag me if I fall off the writing/blogging time management wagon)! </div>
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<br />2 cups whole wheat flour<br />1 cup whole wheat pastry flour (or all-purpose flour... see notes below)<br />2 cups rolled oats<br />1 cup packed brown sugar<br />3 T. wheat bran<br />
4 teaspoons baking soda<br />1/2 tsp kosher salt<br />2 generous cups mashed (very ripe) bananas (about 5-6)<br />2 cups plain yogurt (see notes below)<br />2 eggs (see notes below)<br />2 1/2 cups dried fruit (see notes below)<br />
1 - 1 1/2 cups chopped walnuts (optional)<br />ground flaxseed (optional)<br />
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<br /><b>NOTES</b><br />
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Baking is a science. Although this recipe is made entirely with whole
wheat flour - it's important to note you really should use the two
different flours otherwise it will affect the texture of the muffins. <br />
<br />For the yogurt - I've used whole yogurt, low-fat yogurt and fat free
yogurt. They all work equally well - although the whole yogurt
produces the moistest muffin. I've also used Greek yogurt - however,
Greek yogurt is packed with protein (awesome) and the increased protein
does typically produce a denser muffin (again, baking is a science).
Ultimately, you can use whatever yogurt you have on hand and it will
work - just wanted you to have "all the facts." <br />
<br />You can use either 2 eggs or 1 egg and 2 egg whites. I, however, always opt for 2 whole eggs. <br /><br />For
the dried fruit I typically use a combination of flame raisins,
blueberries, and cranberries. You can opt for any dried fruit
combination you want - dates, figs, cherries (LOVE these muffins with
cherries but dried cherries are fairly expensive), apricots, etc... <br />
<br /><b>DIRECTIONS</b><br /><br />Preheat oven to 350˚F. Fill muffin/cupcake pans with liners or lightly spray pans with cooking spray. <br /><br />Combine
flours, oats, brown sugar, wheat bran, baking soda and salt in a large
mixing bowl; mix well. In a separate mixing bowl combine mashed
bananas, yogurt, and egg; mix well. Add banana mixture to the flour and
gently stir until moist and all ingredients are well-incorporated. Add nuts and dried fruits and fold into the
batter. Spoon batter into the prepared pans and then sprinkle with
ground flaxseed (optional).<br />
<br />Bake 20-22 minutes (or until the muffins spring back when gently pressed in the center). Remove muffins from pans and allow to
cool. <br /><br />Recipe yields 24 muffins (more if you make smaller
muffins or less if you make giant muffins - but cooking times will need
to be adjusted accordingly). </div>
Serena Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411156406585725029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928668213490094411.post-12686798170100097982013-02-19T09:47:00.002-08:002013-02-19T10:00:53.425-08:00I'm Human<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I'm going to let you all in on a little secret... I'm HUMAN! <br />
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The last 4 days were rough and I ate my way through them. :( I haven't eaten "emotionally" in such a long time! I kept telling myself, "STOP Serena!" but the urges were consuming my every thought. <br />
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I'm not going to pretend that...<br />
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The batch of cookies I purposely made on Friday to binge on was completely gone by Sunday (and, of that batch I ate a wee bit more than a dozen cookies)... <br />
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An entire box of Samosas and a half-box of Thin Mints were consumed between Friday and Monday (the majority being eaten yesterday, Monday, because I was out of the aforementioned cookies I made on Friday). It should be a crime that such tiny cookies pack so many frickin' calories! :/<br />
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I did attempt to make up for my transgressions by running 9+ miles on Saturday (my typical day off - but since I didn't exercise on Friday - I had to make up the missed day). Actually, I ate really well on Saturday because I was atoning for my dietary fiasco on Friday.<br />
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Sunday started out great... I exercised for 97 minutes and torched nearly 1300 calories. Sadly, however, I was terribly moody later that day (primarily because I was exhausted from not getting enough sleep) and surrendered to my little inner demon's demands for junk!<br />
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Monday was the worst of all the days. Although I typically exercise on Monday I had two long/hard workouts on Saturday and Sunday so I decided it was in the best interest of my knees to make Monday a rest day (my knees seem to have finally recovered this past week and I wanted to make sure I didn't aggravate them again). Of course, staying up until 4am didn't help my energy level or my mood.<br />
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I was an emotional wreck all day! I didn't want to do anything but relax in bed and knit (I recently learned and truly enjoy knitting - but I don't have a lot of spare time to do it so I had been staying up very late for days to squeeze in time). What I wanted and what I needed to do were at odds! My responsibility for taking care of my family won so I forced myself to finish planning my weekly menu, go grocery shopping, prepare lunch, clean, etc... I managed to get it done, but it took me all day (we didn't have "lunch" until after 3pm)! <br />
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I cried on and off yesterday because I felt so miserable. I knew an hour run would have helped me feel remarkably better but I was so drained emotionally and physically I couldn't talk myself into it. Instead, while hubby took the kids to the park, I cuddled up on the couch with a cup of almond milk, a half a box of Thin-Mints, and my knitting... <br />
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The pleasure was fleeting, at best. Last night I resolved to "pull it together" because I was terrified of what would happen if I continued to let myself spiral out-of-control as I had in the past. Yes, I made some terrible decisions the last few days but that certainly didn't have to define my future. Those decisions don't mean I'm a failure - they mean I'm human. <br />
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I evaluated the last few days (and even the last couple months) and realized... <br />
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1. I need to start tracking my food again. I haven't tracked my food in a couple months and although I have continued to lose weight - my weight loss slowed down significantly after I stopped tracking. <br />
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2. Sleep is crucial! I am fairly certain the root cause of all this was because of accumulated sleep deprivation. I stayed up very late several days in a row because I was so obsessed with my knitting. My health (and sanity) is far more important! <br />
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Just as I had to establish a strict 5-days-a-week workout commitment to myself last year when I started this journey - I now must establish a strict 10pm bedtime (although I'm going to aim for 9:30p because I wake up at 5:30a every day). <br />
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3. I don't believe in banning foods/food groups (the only exceptions to this rule are soda and artificial sweeteners - for me, those are banned indefinitely). I wholeheartedly believe in "everything in moderation." However, with that said, I also believe in using one's common sense. If you knowingly have a "food trigger" (a food you just can't seem to control) then it's for the best to avoid it entirely, until you feel comfortable enough to have it without falling-off-the-wagon. <br />
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For me, that means no more Chocolate Peanut Butter or Chocolate Coconut no-bake cookies!!! I've made these cookies several times in the past 3 months (because they're extremely quick and easy) and without fail I've eaten way too many every time I've made them. <br />
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Also, as a precaution, I'm going to give the remaining 2.5 boxes of Girl Scout cookies to the neighbors and the knitting teacher/class. I don't typically have things like this in the house and it's in my best interest just to be rid of any possible temptations. I'm not saying I won't enjoy "something sweet" from time to time - but I truly find a bowl of fresh pineapple way more satisfying than a measly cookie!!! <br />
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I feel remarkably better now that I've finished confessing and evaluating my transgressions. I'm NOT going to mentally beat myself up over this weekend any more. I've got my head up, my exercise clothes on and I'm going to sweat like a rock-star! </div>
Serena Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411156406585725029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928668213490094411.post-3257544112384995402013-01-01T23:00:00.000-08:002013-01-01T23:00:03.488-08:00What Happened to You?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Exactly a year ago I had oodles of people in my home over the New Year’s weekend for a religious gathering (we had an out of town group of Muslims from Brunei and many Muslim sisters in the community came to visit/learn). A local sister, whom I hadn’t seen in several months, had the audacity to ask me, <b><i>“What happened to you? You got BIG!” </i></b>(All while using her hands spread incredibly wide as a gesture to reinforce her question - as if there was some small chance I didn’t understand, I suppose)<br />
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Mentally, I had a few choice words lined up... What I really wanted to know was why the pot would ask the kettle such a question. However, I refrained my snarky thoughts and simply explained I gained a lot of weight from medications.<br />
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This was in part true. I did gain roughly 70 pounds after I started taking various medications for my bipolar disorder... What I didn’t admit to, however, was the medication wasn’t entirely to blame.<br />
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Yes, the medication altered my appetite drastically. I honestly could eat, and eat, and eat and never feel full. I had incredibly intense cravings. The cravings were so bad that oftentimes I just couldn’t function until I fulfilled the craving (Coke, chips, cakes/cookies, Frappuccinos, sushi, etc...) and I would go out of my way to get said craved item(s).
In spite of all that - I still made the choices that resulted in the 70-pound weight gain. I could have opted for one Coke instead of drinking 3 Cokes in succession (usually on a daily basis). I could have ordered one small sushi roll instead of 3-4 gluttonous sized rolls. I could have allowed myself an ounce of chips (a serving) instead of half the bag. <br />
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Medication became my convenient scapegoat. Sadly, however, at that time - I hadn’t been on medication in months - so I truly had no excuse for why I was still morbidly obese. I had given up on myself and continued to secretly eat and drink like a glutton in spite of the consequences. <br />
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I stewed in the pain and anger from that question for a day before literally crying on my hubster’s shoulder. He gave me a great big hug/kiss and told me he loved me and just to ignore it. I did just that - I continued to ignore the reality that I was a giant hot-mess. A month later I finally received the little spark which ignited the fire that has become my determination to lose weight and get healthy! {<a href="http://www.blogger.com/%E2%80%9Dhttp://www.survivingmadness.com/2012/02/my-ugly-truth.html%E2%80%9D" target="_blank">You can read about that here</a>}<br />
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I have only seen her once since her offensive question - and even then, although I had lost weight - she still managed to make a fleeting comment about us both being heavy. Seriously, what is her obsession with pointing out my size? *lots of annoyed eye rolling going on over here*<br />
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Today while I was out running I passed that Sister’s house.
I was VERY tempted to stop “just to say hi.” I was not at all interested in catching up - I just wanted to see the look on her face as I stood there 100+ pounds lighter and looking awesome, red-faced and sweaty from running- but awesome nonetheless.<br />
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Instead, I kept on running. I knew my intention wasn’t right and honestly, I have nothing to prove to her. I haven’t worked my butt off for nearly a year because of her - I did it for me! I won’t lie - I still relish the thought of us crossing paths because I look forward to that priceless look and hopefully the opposing question, <i>“What happened to you? You got smaller!"</i> I doubt that's the question I'll be asked... more like, <i>"How did you do it?"</i> </div>
Serena Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411156406585725029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928668213490094411.post-50625490678371944572012-09-09T08:21:00.000-07:002012-09-09T08:21:51.387-07:00199, NOT 200!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The concept of prices ending in .99 is a marketing strategy. For years, .99 at the end of a price was a sign of a sale or good deal. There is also a psychological effect involved - it's a little magical phenomenon when a person associates $19.99 as $19 as opposed to $20.00. <br />
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Don't believe me? Is there any chance you recall how much you paid, per gallon, the last time you filled up your gas tank? Of course, it depends on where you're living (what grade of gas you buy and where you buy it), but let's keep it simple and say the regular unleaded gas, at your local gas station, was $3.97.<br />
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Ahhhhh... not so fast! You (likely) forgot the 9/10ths of a cent next to the price. Yes, my friends - you didn't really pay $3.97. You paid $3.97 and 9/10ths of a cent, which is practically $3.98. However, all we see is the $3.97. <br />
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But I'm not here to talk about prices or gas. I'm here to share with you all that I've finally reached that wonderful moment when the scale went from the 200's to the 100's. I'm not happy I weigh 199(.4) - I'm ECSTATIC!<br />
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I've worked my way from 276 pounds on February 4, 2012 to 199.4 pounds as of September 8, 2012. That is 76.6 pounds I'm saying goodbye to forever, God willing! Those pounds aren't technically "lost" because I truly have no intention on finding them, EVER again! <br />
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How did I do it? I know everyone secretly wants to hear, "I took this magical little pill, ate like an animal, never exercised a minute and just lost weight." Sorry folks - there is no easy way out when it comes to weight loss. My answer will continue to be - HARD WORK and RESOLVE (in the form of a balanced, portion controlled diet and exercise). <br />
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I'm not done with my weight loss journey... however, I'm relishing this moment and am truly proud of how far I have come. When I started I couldn't recognize my own self and now I've rediscovered some of my lost happiness. I couldn't even run to the end of the block without feeling like I would keel over and die and now I can run 9+ miles! <br />
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The last two days I've seen a few friends I haven't seen in months to as much as a year... they were all so amazed and proud of me. It brings me to tears as I think about it right now - because what all my friends saw was more than just the physical weight loss - they saw the pure joy in my face and my spirit. I am not the same person physically or mentally! <br />
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Losing weight is more than the numbers on the scale - it really does have an impact on your health and wellness! However, with that said - I am going to celebrate my numerical accomplishment. The number 9 is my new best friend! When you're over 200 pounds - hitting 199 is a breath of fresh air (just as 299 is to someone over 300 pounds). Even if you don't have a significant amount of weight to lose, the number 9 is still magical! Going from 160 to 159 or 130 to 129 -- it's a wonderful feeling and sense of accomplishment to be in a whole new weight bracket. <br />
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CHEERS to 199!!! <br />
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Serena Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411156406585725029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928668213490094411.post-37670697066484418202012-08-11T13:25:00.000-07:002012-08-12T22:34:39.152-07:00Saturday Weigh In (Long Overdue) - 08/11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The last week couple weeks have been a bit of a hot mess! Ramadan (the month Muslims fast from dawn to sunset) started a few weeks ago... I love Ramadan, don't get me wrong - but my comfortable schedule gets turned upside down. I get very little sleep, anywhere from 3-5 hours... I don't do well with less than 6 hours of sleep - so I'm in a perpetual state of crankiness. <br />
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Truthfully, I was concerned with how Ramadan would affect my weight loss efforts. Since I am unable to eat/drink during the day - I couldn't continue with my daytime workout routine. I refused to stop exercising; primarily because I LOVE exercising and I wanted to keep up my endurance. I shifted my workouts from the day to very late at night, after breaking my fast and allowing the food to settle. I also reevaluated my 5 day a week exercise commitment... I conceded, at least during Ramadan, it was probably best if I adopted an every other day approach instead - which, I only adhered to for the first week... I quickly went back to my 5+ days a week routine instead.<br />
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My plans were further altered when I realized hubby would be home in the evenings during my runs on the treadmill. I love my hubby but I just feel weird about running in front of him. I also felt weird about running outside so late at night - but given a choice between the two - I'll run outside. <br />
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<a name='more'></a>My first run outside was surprisingly uncomfortable! While I don't have any "off limits" foods, I don't eat fried food often (particularly because it makes me feel uncomfortable). However, that day the kids and I were craving taquitos! Let's just say it wasn't the wisest meal choice before a run. After a mile and half my tummy started revolting and continued to hurt the remaining 3 miles of my run - it was one of my most uncomfortable runs ever!<br />
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Unfortunately, opting for treadmill running the last several weeks has really impacted my road running ability/pace. Starting out as a "road runner" - I used to find it easier than running on the treadmill. Now, however, I find running on the treadmill is easier and I'm significantly faster, too. I'm able to keep a 10:00 - 11:00 min pace (5.5 - 6 mph) on the treadmill... whereas I'm fighting with myself to run a 12:00 min pace (5 mph) out on the road. <br />
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Earlier this week I injured my leg/calf. I truly cannot recall at what point in my run that my leg started hurting, and it wasn't a terrible pain at the time, so I continued on and finished out my run. The next day my leg was uncomfortable but I had planned to walk that evening so I figured I would be okay. As I set out on my walk that night, my leg started hurting about 3/4 a mile into my walk. In hindsight I should have turned around and went straight home - but as stubborn as I can be about my exercising - I continued on. By the time I reached 3 miles - my leg was really sore. I was tempted to call my hubby to come and pick me up because I couldn't imagine walking another 3 miles back home. Quite stupidly, I decided to turn around and slowly run back to shorten the time it would take to get home. My leg didn't hurt worse with the running so I continued running for 1.5 miles before I finally stopped and walked the remainder of the way home. I REALLY should have stopped and called for a ride. While I miraculously made it home - it was not without consequences!<br />
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The days that followed brought a great deal of pain. I elevated my leg and continued to ice it for more than half the day for 3 days. I purchased a compression sleeve and, based on a friend's recommendation, a roll of kinesiology tape<span id="btAsinTitle"> (I opted for the </span><a asin="B006EHXQHC" href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=8928668213490094411" type="amzn">Rock Tape</a> brand since there were more positive reviews for this product).<br />
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I tried to go to the doctor to determine what specific injury I had - but that was a complete waste of time as the doctor wanted to send me for an ultrasound to rule out a blood clot in my leg. Good grief - I injured my leg running - I don't have a personal or family history of blood clots - so the probability of having a blood clot is less than 0.5%. I tried to suggest it was likely a tear (strain) - but the doctor said, "If it is, there's nothing we do about it." *Insert my eye rolling here* <br />
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I'll try to wrap this up... rest, the compression sleeve, kinesiology tape, elevation, ice and more importantly LOTS of prayer - and I'm pain free as of late yesterday and today. I'm going to try to go for a walk tonight - but if I feel even a twinge of pain I'm stopping, promise!<br />
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I did narrow down the causes of the injury...<br />
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1) I ran 9 miles two days before the injury, walked 5 miles the day before, ran 5+ miles the day of the injury and walked 6 miles the day after. Overuse is a bit of an understatement. (Just to make sure you didn't miss that - I ran 9 miles!!!! How awesome am I? LOL) <br />
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2) While my shoes were closing in on their mileage lifespan - I didn't initially suspect them as the reason. However, after going back over all my mileage - I was very close to hitting 300 miles on these shoes. Being a heavier runner - the shoes clearly get a bit more wear and tear than someone weighing significantly less than me. I looked up how to "test" the shoes for signs they needed to be replaced... I twisted my right shoe and it still felt firm (as it is supposed to) - I twisted my left shoe and it completely twisted without any difficulty. Ok, so the cushioning in the left shoe was gone (I injured my left leg) - so clearly this, in addition to doing a bit too much caused the problem. <br />
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As far as my diet goes - things are still going strong! I know most Muslims think they will lose weight during Ramadan because they're fasting all day; yet year after year they're bewildered as to why they gain weight... Well, I can easily tell them why - they're eating way too much food and are a little too sendentary. When you fast, you have this mental notion that you must eat more in the morning to help you feel full for as long as possible throughout the day - and splurge in the evening because, well, you've fasted all day!<br />
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Depending on what one eats - this is not necessarily true! I decided to stick with my usual breakfast and eat my usual portions in the evening... when I tallied up the calories/points - I was surprised to see how close to my daily "allowance" I was. <br />
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How is that possible? Dates, milk (or in my case, almond milk), juices/smoothies and the many little odds and ends that typically accompany the evening meal when breaking the fast add up very quickly. Many families serve some sort of fried/heavy appetizer like samosas, egg rolls or stuffed breads. Additionally, there are usually sweets laden with butter, sugar and nuts. A couple pieces of each of these items added to one's meal, along with milk and dates (the typical way the fast is broken) and one can come really close to exceeding their daily caloric intake in just one sitting! <br />
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Physical activity is also a bit decreased when you're fasting because you tire too easily during the day. I'm fairly active however simple errands like grocery shopping, when fasting, can be quite exhausting. <br />
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Thankfully, I'm mindful of what and how much I'm eating. I've had an occasional cookie, a TINY slice of pie, or a nibble from a very rich dish - but I track everything and make sure not to exceed my limits. <br />
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Talk much? Yes, I've carried on a wee bit too much... just trying to fill you all in!<br />
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<b>Here's my weekly progress for the last several weeks...</b><br />
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<b>07/07/12 Weight: 220.8</b><br />
<b>07/14/12 Weight: 218.6 (Difference: 2.2 lbs - Total lost: 57.4 lbs)</b><br />
<b>07/21/12 Weight: 215.6 (</b><b>Difference</b><b>: 3 lbs - Total lost: 60.4 lbs)</b><b> </b><br />
<b>07/28/12 Weight: 214 (</b><b>Difference</b><b>: 1.6 lbs - Total lost: 62 lbs)</b><br />
<b>08/04/12 Weight: 213 (</b><b>Difference</b><b>: 1 lbs - Total lost: 63 lbs)</b><br />
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<b>Today's weight</b><br />
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<b>08/11/12 Weight: 209.2</b><b></b><b> </b><br />
<b><br />Difference: -3.8 lbs<br />Total lost: -66.8 lbs</b><br />
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Has is been easy? No! I've put it a LOT of hard work to get where I am. Is it rewarding? ABSOLUTELY!<br />
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I honestly wish I could post a picture wearing form-fitted clothes for you to really see the difference (the looser clothes make me look bigger)! My legs look incredibly AH-MAZING despite still weighing more than 200 pounds! I am consistently wearing a size LARGE; I still cannot get over it. In years past I couldn't wear a size large even when I weighed in the low 190's - so to be the weight I am and wear a size large is a huge accomplishment for me! It could be the vanity sizing these days - but I'll take it; thank you very much! <br />
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Ok, yes, it is technically Sunday - but better late than never! <br />
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I struggled this week... I didn't eat nearly enough most days and it wasn't without consequences. Thankfully making good food choices isn't a problem - however I have difficulty finding the right balance of how much to eat while I increase my exercise. My weight loss inevitably stalls when I don't eat enough - yet I've become accustomed and comfortable with how much I've been eating. It is hard for me to eat more when I truly don't feel hungry. I tried increasing my portions a little (for instance 1/2 cup of cottage cheese instead of 1/4 cup, 1 oz. of "veggie" chips instead of 1/2 oz., or 1 1/2 cups fresh fruit instead of 1 cup) - but it still isn't enough. It's definitely something I need to work on this week. <br />
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Exercise was great this week although I had switch my workout on Thursday to Friday (my usual day off) because the kids were really sick and hubby was fasting so my entire schedule was off that day. Here's the wrap-up for my exercise week:<br />
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Saturday - DAY OFF<br />
Sunday - Zumba (75 minutes)<br />
Monday - 8 mile run (personal best both distance and time!)<br />
Tuesday - 2.5 mile run / 2.5 mile walk<br />
Wednesday - 12.23 mile bike ride (which turned out to be a bad idea)<br />
Thursday - DAY OFF<br />
Friday - 3 mile run / 2.25 mile walk<br />
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I waited a couple weeks before I resumed bike riding to allow my knees to heal. I figured since my dad and I evaluated and addressed the problems that caused the knee problems I would be all set to hit the road for a long ride on Wednesday. I was wrong.<br />
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I mistakenly thought since biking is much less impact on the body that riding for an hour and a half was no big deal. The combination of riding for too long and taking on a handful of fairly steep inclines took their toll on my knees and now they hurt even worse than they did before. So much so that it hurts a lot to bend/squat or kneel on the floor - and to some degree they hurt a little when I walk, but oddly they don't hurt at all when I run - so that's a good thing! <br />
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Just as I had to build up my endurance to run - I have to build up my endurance to cycle. Hindsight is always better, huh? In the meantime I'm giving up biking until I can get the knee pain resolved. I called and scheduled an appointment with sports medicine (the soonest available day was July 17th) - I'm hoping they can determine exactly what is wrong with my knees and give me the appropriate exercises to recover.<br />
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<b>Here's my weekly progress...</b><br />
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<b>Current weight: 220.8</b><br />
<b>Last week's weight: </b><b>222.8</b><br />
<b><br />Difference:
-2 lbs<br />Total lost: -55.2 lbs</b><br />
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I had doubts I would see the numbers budge because all week I was weighing even heavier than last week's weigh in. I figured I was heading into a plateau since I was having a rough time finding the right balance with eating more since I was exercising more... I wasn't worried about it, but I am glad to see a loss this week!<span id="reportContent"><span class="reportValueColumn"></span></span></div>Serena Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411156406585725029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928668213490094411.post-58108280793666695192012-06-30T20:00:00.000-07:002012-06-30T20:06:04.465-07:00Saturday Weigh In - 06/30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Another great week - plenty of exercise and delicious food! I didn't get any strength training in this week - I truly just wasn't feelin' it.<br />
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Here's what my exercise week looked like:<br />
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Saturday - DAY OFF!<br />
Sunday - Zumba Blast (2 hours)<br />
Monday - 7 mile run<br />
Tuesday - 3 mile run/2 mile walk<br />
Wednesday - 3 mile run/2.22 mile walk<br />
Thursday - Zumba<br />
Friday - DAY OFF! <br />
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Total of 6 hours, 7 minutes and <span id="reportContent"><span class="reportValueColumn">6,518 calories burned! <a name='more'></a></span></span><br />
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I didn't get any bike riding done this week - I decided to take a break and PRAY my knees recover. Unfortunately, my knees started bothering me from the bicycling. Sounds strange eh? - especially considering cycling is supposed to be easier on the joints versus running! Well, this is when I discovered that cycling for fun when you're a kid and cycling for exercise when you're an adult aren't the same things. Yes, I know how to <i>ride a bike</i>, leisurely anyhow. I did not, however, know how to <i>ride a bike</i>, for exercise purposes and as a result it affected my knees. Thankfully my dad is a cycling guru so I asked for his help and we resolved:<br />
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1. My seat was too high so my legs weren't in the proper position/angle they should be when pedaling.<br />
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For a short person my legs are surprisingly long - I had raised my bike seat until my legs were comfortable, but I raised it a tad too far.<br />
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2. I was pedaling using too high a gear<br />
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I mistakenly thought the more effort required to pedal the better... I was wrong. The goal is actually to "spin" and reach an ideal cadence of 90-100 RPM - revolutions per minute... as a beginner, I should be using a lower gear and working on my cadence as opposed to what my legs feel like as I'm pedaling.<br />
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3. My tires were next to flat.<br />
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{Insert major laughing at myself here} Uhm... well... here's the thing. I'm 220+ pounds so I figured when I sat on the bike that's why my tires looked a bit low. The tires felt firm - but honestly, I know better. You cannot gauge a tire's pressure with how it feels - or even by looks for that matter, unless it's really low. My dad recommended a tire PSI of 55 for my tires based on my weight and how I'm using the bike. When he went to put air in the tires with his compressor - my back tire had a PSI of 15. DOH! <br />
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These three things combined ultimately affected my knees! I'm grateful I don't feel any pain when I walk or run - however, when I bend at the knees it's very uncomfortable. I had to do some modified Zumba moves a few times in class this week because my knees were hurting. I'm really hoping they'll recover - STAT!<br />
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<b>Here's my weekly progress...</b><br />
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<b>Current weight: 222.8</b><br />
<b>Last week's weight: </b><b>224</b><br />
<b><br />Difference:
-1.2 lbs<br />Total lost: -53.2 lbs</b><span id="reportContent"><span class="reportValueColumn"> </span></span><br />
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Here's why I call the scale a "liar." I weighed in this morning just a little earlier than I usually do and I was actually up 0.4 pounds. I looked at the scale and thought to myself, "SERIOUSLY?" I did NOT get disappointed or discouraged! I'm VERY proud of myself for that - because there was a time when I would have felt both, in addition to being irate; ultimately leading me to drown my sorrow and anger in a bag of Kettle Honey Dijon chips, a couple cans of Coke and probably a trip to get Sushi!<br />
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Instead, I said to myself, "You did everything right and the scale is clearly just having a bad day." I was seconds away from grabbing the camera to document the weigh in - but figured I would wait a little and weigh in again in an hour. I got a little carried away with some chores so an hour and a half later I was at a 1.2 pound loss. HA! Of course I expected a bit more since I've diligent with my exercise and eating - but hey, I'll gladly take a LOSS of 1.2 pounds versus a GAIN of 0.4 pounds! <br />
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I hope this lesson reaches everyone who obsesses with the number on the scale - the scale isn't always an accurate indicator of your weight loss and certainly not a measure of your hard work and resolve! So...<br />
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Until the referee rings the bell<br />
Until both your eyes start to swell<br />
Until the crowd goes home<br />
What we gonna do ya'll?<br />
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Give em hell, turn their heads<br />
Gonna live life 'til we're dead.<br />
Give me scars, give me pain<br />
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me<br />
There goes the fighter, there goes the fighter<br />
Here comes the fighter<br />
That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me,<br />
This one's a fighter<br />
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(Lyrics from Gym Class Heroes - The Fighter)<br />
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I usually write a weekly recap before getting to my results - but I'm just too excited to wait!<br />
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<b>Here's my weekly progress...</b><br />
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<b>Current weight: 224</b><br />
<b>Last week's weight: </b><b> 227.2</b><br />
<b><br />Difference:
-3.2 lbs<br />Total lost: -52 lbs</b><span id="reportContent"><span class="reportValueColumn"> </span></span><br />
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<span id="reportContent"><span class="reportValueColumn">52 POUNDS! There's a party going on in my head right now!</span></span><br />
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<span id="reportContent"><span class="reportValueColumn">A couple weeks ago my mom suggested I take a picture wearing the same clothes I wore in my before picture... I never even thought about it, but I really liked the idea - so I decided I would do that when I reached a 50 pound loss. Prepare yourselves to be amazed... <a name='more'></a></span></span><span id="reportContent"><span class="reportValueColumn"><center><table border="0" cellpadding="5px" cellspacing="5px" text-align="center"><tbody>
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I'm no where near close to my ideal/goal weight (I'm aiming for 135-140 lbs) but there is a tremendous difference between where I started and where I'm at now! I couldn't even pull that sweater over the front of my chest. Not only can I pull the sweater over my front - I can BUTTON IT ALL THE WAY! (Note: the two bottom shell buttons were broken so the sweater wouldn't stay buttoned at the bottom - and it was pulling at the chest because of the position of my arms... and well, my "girls" continue to make their presence known!) <br />
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While I concede to always having a slightly chubby face - my smile is no longer lost in all of the facial fluffiness I had going on in my before picture. Honestly, my smile looks quite painful in the before picture - whereas now I can see true happiness in my smile and a spark in my eyes! Yes, I'm still sporting a double chin- but here's to hoping not for much longer!<br />
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I can do, covered modestly! Yes, ladies can ride a bike or going
running in a full length skirt! In fact, 12 years ago I went bungie
jumping in Vegas, twice, wearing a skirt (don't panic - I had pants
underneath). I may be Muslim and I believe wholeheartedly in modesty -
but I'm no wallflower and I like getting sweaty! :D hehe!<br />
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Following is my workouts for this week:<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibsbc6hRvxDAmwnK1P7Uq1u5fWZM3tcba4IQ90kcAdACVOX3vFgBEhwrcbNSspTBt8WT4hTXGHB-XGIyrw0Oh_z2bd64ZaeA9Gp1EnIeEoz6Wa3bW41nvAeHF4CZRO_aSICEQK1pulMFQ/s1600/Exercise+queen.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>Saturday - DAY OFF!<br />
Sunday - Zumba<br />
Monday - 7 mile run <br />
Tuesday - 2.22 mile run/2 mile walk, Zumba (at home) & strength training<br />
Wednesday - 10.16 mile bike ride<br />
Thursday - 5.18 mile bike ride & Zumba <br />
Friday - 3.36 mile bike ride (with the kids) <br />
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I worked out a total of 9 hours and 5 minutes - burning a total of <span id="reportContent"><span class="reportValueColumn">7,676 calories! I remained steadfast in my eating habits; continuing with my calorie "cycling" (eating more on a couple days and less on a couple others). I even "splurged" last weekend and had potato salad - something I ordinarily cannot eat without going overboard. Technically, however, it wasn't a true splurge since I made a special batch for myself measuring out the potatoes, using very little mayo (about 2 teaspoons), Greek yogurt and a combination of 1 whole {hard-boiled} egg and 2 egg whites while loading up on the celery and onion. It was tasty - not quite as tasty as the loaded-fat version - but delicious and hearty (I also enjoyed being able to have a pretty big serving due to the "alterations").</span></span><br />
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I've learned so much about myself in the last several months! I look forward to discovering more about me as I continue this journey! <br />
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Today's post is late. Chalk it up to PMS! <br />
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For years, I have rarely become moody around that "special" time of the month. If I did, it was usually in the form of being extra sensitive or taking things too personal. Lately, however, I truly don't know what's going on with my hormones... the last few months I've been having some major issues with PMS (major anger/rage/irritability)! I'm seriously contemplating going to the doctor to see if maybe the weight loss is {negatively} affecting my hormones somehow... I'm always battling anger/rage/irritability issues because of my Bipolar - but what I'm dealing with goes above and beyond my "usual" feelings. Anyone out there have a similar experience?<br />
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Oh, well... on to my week. Things on the exercise front were phenomenal this week. Here's a breakdown of my workout week...<br />
<a name='more'></a><br />Saturday - DAY OFF!<br />
Sunday - Zumba<br />
Monday - 6.5 mile run & 5 mile bike ride<br />
Tuesday - 2 mile run/2.29 mile walk & strength training<br />
Wednesday - 4.23 mile run & 4.16 mile bike ride<br />
Thursday - 1 mile run, 2.63 mile bike ride, Zumba & strength training<br />
Friday - DAY OFF!<br />
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I burned a total of <span id="reportContent"><span class="reportValueColumn">6,954 calories and exercised for a total of 9 hours and 31 minutes this week! I felt awesome and so full of energy all week.</span></span><br />
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<span id="reportContent"><span class="reportValueColumn">I've been great with my eating too; I'm still on track and eating lots of healthy, delicious food!</span></span><br />
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<span id="reportContent"><span class="reportValueColumn">I know my posts are usually longer but as previously mentioned - I'm in a bit of a mood, so I'm going to wrap this up.</span></span><br />
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Here's my weekly progress...<br />
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<b>Current weight: 227.2</b><br />
<b>Last week's weight: </b><b>229.6</b><br />
<b><br />Difference:
-2.4 lbs<br />Total lost: -48.8 lbs</b><span id="reportContent"><span class="reportValueColumn"> </span></span><span id="reportContent"><span class="reportValueColumn"> </span></span><br />
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So, soooooooo close to losing 50 pounds - I can't wait (if I'm this excited about 50 pounds - I can't begin to imagine when I make it to 100 pounds)!<br />
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I'm a LOSER, baby!<br />
</div>Serena Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411156406585725029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928668213490094411.post-37550820557575897602012-06-09T10:15:00.000-07:002012-06-09T10:15:00.983-07:00Saturday Weigh In - 06/09<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I know I've been fairly quiet on my blog, aside from my weekly weigh in posts... I've just been busy the last few weeks (which seems odd because I'm home 85% of the time). Thankfully, now that the kids are technically finished with school and out for the summer - things are finally starting to settle down. I'm still going to continue homeschooling them over the summer though because they're driving me crazy otherwise! <br />
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I've had another great week! Sunday I did an hour and a half Zumba - the class was pretty packed and I was at the very back; it was hard to see what the instructor was doing - since it was a new instructor I wasn't familiar with her "moves." I wasn't the only one in the back trying to "fake it till you make it." Still lots of fun and a great workout nonetheless.<br />
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Monday I ran 6 miles on the dreadmill. I don't typically do my long runs on the treadmill because it's fairly boring (even with the iPad) - but I wanted to do a longer run and I knew I wouldn't have enough time to get it in after hubby came home from work. I still cannot believe that I'm able to run 6 miles!<br />
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Tuesday I was supposed to walk on the treadmill because of the longer run the day before - but I really wanted to run. Yes, I'm weird - I know! However, I did "intervals" to break it up a little... I ran a total of 2.5 miles and walked 2.5 miles followed by 25 minutes of strength training. <br />
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Wednesday I did Zumba again. Thursday I did a 4 mile run on the treadmill... I don't know what's gotten into me, I swear! When I first started running I consistently challenged myself to go farther but I wouldn't exactly say I loved running - I loved the fact my heart rate got up quickly and stayed up - but that was about it. I'm a very competitive and driven person - however, I'm not out there running against anyone but me, myself, and I. I do it for the challenge - I do it for my health/fitness - I do it because I just can't stop!<br />
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When we visited Morocco a couple years ago - the hubster and I would sneak out every morning after prayer while the kids were asleep (don't worry my in-laws were home with the kids) and go out for coffee and fresh baked pastries. One morning as we sat in our chairs on the cafe patio we saw a lady out running and my hubby commented, "She must be American because Moroccan women don't run." I laughed. I'm sure there are Moroccan women who do - he just likely never noticed... I told him the other day, "Do you remember that lady we saw running in Morocco?" He said, "Yes, why?" I said {with a smirk}, "You know that's going to be me one day, whenever we go back to Morocco." <br />
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Here's my weekly progress...<br />
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<b>Current weight: 229.6</b><br />
<b>Last week's weight: </b><b>232.8</b><br />
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-3.2 lbs<br />Total lost: -46.4 lbs</b><br />
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I'm very grateful things are going so well; it really helps me stay motivated and keep my resolve. Resolve - that's the perfect word because it means so many different, yet powerful things. Resolve means determination, solution, analyze, as well as to be transformed.<br />
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When you lose weight (especially a lot of weight) people consistently ask, "How did you do it?" I know they're really hoping to hear something other than, "Diet and exercise." The truth of the matter is there's no other HEALTHY way to lose weight other than a proper diet and exercise. However, the next time someone asks me this question I'm going to answer, "HARD WORK and RESOLVE!"<br />
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I wouldn't have been as successful as I've been without either! </div>Serena Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411156406585725029noreply@blogger.com0