Posts tagged ‘diet’

April 16, 2010

found doggie girl

by badmammy

So, I’m driving along, happy as can be, headed for a haircut. Everybody knows how good a girl can feel headed for an appointment with her favorite stylieeest. It’s a glorious relationship, equal to none other. A relationship cultivated over years, often outlasting marriages. It’s the one appointment that we don’t cancel. No way. Not the hair.

And my day gets even better. The sun is shining, the sky is blue & I am wearing, comfortably wearing, a size smaller jeans that are so old style they are back in. I am breathing, too. Stylin n’ breathin. AND, after the haircut I was meeting Big Daddy & the Tooth Fairy for tacos at Juan’s. Dang! I love my life.

Lah de dah down the road. Here comes a brown doggie across the street, chasing a butterfly. Oh, isn’t that cute? I think, then realize there is a dog standing in front of my car, looking me in the eye on one of our fair city’s major arteries. I stop the car & open my door. Hey baby doggie girl. . . what you doing? She comes to me. I glance in the rearview mirror. The light has changed. A line of cars are rapidly coming towards us. I grab her collar (thinking thank god she’s got a collar on) & fling the dog across my lap into the passenger seat. This seems alright with her so I drive off.

I don’t see anyone chasing the doggie. I look for a while but haven’t got all day. Off we go to the stylieeest’s. I am early, of course, so Doggie Girl & I sit in the car sizing each other up. NO TAGS! DAMN. Nice dog, bright eyes, looking around, not freaked out. Ok. Hope I’m not begging for a “Turner & Hootch” on the interior of the SlugBug. I cracked the windows a couple of inches, parked in front of the door & went in. Let me squelch all of you right now, BD rarely asks anything of me so when he does I know it’s important. I do it. He can not abide dogs in cars in parking lots. It doesn’t bother me that much unless it’s hot out but he’s a real fanatic about it. So, I don’t do it. I drive home from the doggie park past the grocery store, drop Uno, go back to the store. Most of the time, anyway. It’s a pain in the butt. I do it cuz it’s the right thing to do & I dearly love that man.

Or so I thought. Love did not even slow me down. I didn’t even realize I had violated until we were on the way home. In my defence,  I did go to the window, cape & all, to check on her at one point during the haircut. DG was calmly sitting there in the passenger seat, looking around. All was good.

Back in the car, the only casualty was a box of kleenex. The seat was covered with kleenex but I never did find the box or even pieces of it. Still haven’t found it.

DG & I arrived home, met by BD & Uno. BD & I went into lost dog mode, taking pictures, making phone calls, uploading, posting, I made flyers. We drove back to the scene of the crime & papered it. Well, maybe papered is too strong of a word but we put out what we had time for. We raced by the vets for a chip check but DG ISN’T CHIPPED!! DAMN AGAIN.

We had to hurry & pick up the Yapper Sisters, two mini schnauzers that we doggie sit once in a while. Over the years, we’ve slowly gotten the sisters to agree that they don’t need to go into a screaming seizure every time somebody moves or makes a noise. Once one yapper makes the first yap, the other fires into attack mode not even knowing what’s happening. And then it’s on! It can get really loud. One of them can yip so high it feels like somebody stuck a sharpened #2 pencil into your ear drum.

It was a real fun rodeo introducing everyone to each other but eventually they calmed down & the butt sniffing began in earnest. After dinner, we all hung out for the evening & settled into our respective beds.

The night was, happily, uneventful. After breakfast I took the “big” dogs to the doggie park while the “little” ones stayed with BD.

Uno loves the park. She runs & bounces & runs. You can see her smiling. She gets her inner Rin-Tin-Tin on. She’s funny. DG wasn’t like that at all. She had to be coaxed into the park. She immediately put her head down & tucked her tail. I made reassuring noises & stayed closed enough to her that I could bust up any difference of opinion but remained calm & assertive. We walked around the edges of the dog park. After working with her for a few minutes, DG got to the point that she would come running when I called her. Of course, we don’t know her name & I’m NOT naming her so I just hollered “here girl”.

She goes crazy for affection & pets. I tried to give her a treat but she didn’t want it. After the other dogs gobbled theirs & were wanting more, she took one in her mouth but spit it on the floor where one of the others snatched it right up. After a few times of that she now gobbles them up like a good doggie. She has counter surfed once & pulled a roll of paper towels to the floor. She didn’t tear it up, though. I know she is a really good doggie & super smart.

So many folks have responded to our internet alerts. There’s lots of support from my Duke City Fix friends. This doggie is homeward bound.

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April 10, 2010

wrinkle in the plans?

by badmammy

I’ve got old lady arms. It’s official. And it’s nice of you to say “no . . . no… you don’t”, in that wistful way of yours, but I’m afraid the time has come to face the truth. All of this dieting, exercising, life style change is starting to take effect. I can clearly see that the wrinkles are a’comin. My smooth, fat face is deflating. My rings spin on no longer chubby fingers. I’m feeling so great, still down under that arbitrary first weight goal I set for myself despite that damn Easter Bunny.

I’m down one size of jeans! How thrillin is that? I feel like there is the real me inside trying to get out & I’m so happy. The real me can bend & do pilates. The real me can jog the agility course. The real me dances. But, this real me comes with wrinkles. Literally, wrinkles. I’ve been working the skin firming lotions but what can I realistically expect out of 57 year old skin?  All I have to do is be the best I can, without gettin all Oprah on it, every day. Some days I can’t do as much as others.

I’ve bounced from one bunch of issues to another.

That’s ok.

I’m still not quittin.

February 10, 2010

still hangin in there

by badmammy

The diet? It’s going all right. We are sticking to it. It’s a “lifestyle change”, not just a diet. We’re well into the 2 week jump start without any cheats or falling off the wagon. (at least for BD. I ate cereal a couple of the first days of the program) I don’t know what happens next. A gradual reintroduction to carbs, I guess. Damn those carbs, anyway. It seems like the only foods I like are full of carbs. Even fruit & vegetables. I sure do miss my sweets. Even sugar free bubble gum has carbs.

We’ve been downloading recipes & buying only the groceries we need. The recipes are for two people. BD cooks it up, we split it & eat it. No big vats of spaghetti sauce for us. Just enough food for one meal. Eating just what we cook & not eating until I am stuffed has been hard for me.  Well, it has taken some getting used to. I was used to that packed out feeling. The Carbo Coma, one friend called it. Also, not grabbing a snack here & there is tough. It is just a matter of changing habits. We try to stay busy with other stuff. Being more active is a large part of the new master plan. It’s so easy to be a slug when it’s cold outside. BD is still working his stretch bands & I’m doing the doggie agility, plus actually trying to clean house more often. (HAH!) The other day some videos appeared. BD had been Goodwill Hunting again. They have titles like “Tae Bo”,  “Firm your ABs in 20 Minutes” &, my favorite, “Stretching for Seniors”. We watched Tae Bo just to see if it worked but haven’t stretched the seniors yet.

After watching Dr Oz on Oprah talk about sugar & what it does to our insides, I was scared to pieces. That plus the effect belly fat has on our health; strokes, diabetes, heart disease. Now that I’m a little older I am not feeling as bulletproof as I used to. It would be a shame to die of something preventable.

I know I always say either enjoy your bad habits or quit them. And enjoy my vices, I do. And obviously have. But some of these vices have begun to add up. And up. And up. So. it was time to give some of them a rest. Plus, being overweight is just plain uncomfortable.  Not fun anymore to drink & eat everything in sight. Hopefully, my taster buds are changing.

It’s also embarrassing to be fat. I try to be comfortable & secure within myself no matter what size I am. Yeah, yeah, it’’s what’s inside that counts. We all know that. But let’s face it, trying to cram your big ass into a little space in front of strangers is awful. Even worse in front of family & friends.

A friend of mine has recently put on some weight, enough to make me stifle a scream when I noticed. I was astounded but certainly didn’t want to say anything. No body needs to have it pointed out to them that they’ve gotten fat; they know. Trust me, they know. I had a lot to think about that day. What I was feeling must be similar to what my friends & family felt as they watched me balloon. I realized how much love I am surrounded by from folks that only want the best for me;  folks that love me enough to be supportive when I need it & butt out when I don’t. They loved me anyway. I know all of them would rather see me healthy but they left me alone. I also know that leaving  something like that alone is hard. When I wanted to talk about it, they listened. When I didn’t, they shut up.

For me, being overweight screams to the world that I’ve stopped caring about myself. The self love thing has been a tough one for me for as long as I can remember. I felt fat & ugly at 130 lbs & wouldn’t wear a swimsuit because someone might see my huge thighs. I feel more secure about myself now than I did when I was “young & beautiful”. That’s a weird feeling, tied to getting older, I imagine. Now I parade my self around & don’t even care. I finally discovered that we wouldn’t worry so much about what others think of us if we knew  how seldom they did. All those kids whose judgement I dreaded in High School felt just the same as I did, I have discovered. I would never do anything in front of anyone for fear of ridicule. No running in PE, as few oral book reports as possible, that kind of stuff. It was even sometimes hard to eat in front of people. I sure got over that one! Now I’m bowling. What a hoot.

February 1, 2010

heavy load

by badmammy

It’s happening. Happening for real. I have carped about my weight for years and made little attempts here & there to lose some. I realized the other day that I’ve never been serious before. Just loud & irritating. You know I say enjoy your vices or get rid of them. My love of candy has always won. I savor that chocolate as it slides down my throat & onto my butt. Now candylove is facing serious challenges.

Things have been in movement around this house for a few months now. Cleaning, getting rid of stuff, not dragging  home new stuff (the hardest by far), you get it. Plus now that Big Daddy is retired, he is home all the time. In the last week we have changed our tv provider, internet provider & gotten ourselves cellphones. No text, talk only & never while driving.

The other day some elastic exercise bands appeared at our house. The next day I see BD using them. I find him on the floor in the bedroom stretching. We take walks. We talk about cutting things our of our daily diets. We quit buying ice cream every time the car stops.

He bookmarks pages on my laptop. I go thru all of the meal plans, clicking what I want to eat next Thursday. I fill out week one of a two week plan. We make a grocery list. We’re going to the store this afternoon to stock up.

This totally goes against the grain for me. I mocked & scorned folks who made menus, etc. I mean, they’re fine if you have an army to feed or something like that. Back when my son was growing up I bought my standards; bread, peanut butter, milk,  meats, a block of velveta, etc. I cooked basically the same rotation of stuff on whatever day I wanted. No menu, no fuss. That, I know without a doubt, is why I am doing all of this. I will be forced to admit that having menus makes everything easier. Grocery shopping will be what is on the list, that’s all. This is a big change for me but also somewhat of a relief. Now I don’t have to think about what I going to eat next or buy.

Where is all of this going? What about Taco Tuesday? We are just going to hold on & try. That’s all we can do.  I ‘ve got to stop singing “I love candy”. Get a new tune & reprogram my head.