Almost there...

Monday, May 23, 2016

New Plan Report 2

I'm down six and a half pounds now and feeling fantastic. Better than I've felt in years. My brain feels less foggy. I'm less tired. That's huge. Also dresses that were feeling tight are feeling more comfortable. All good things.

Cooking is easy. Super easy. And yummy. Eating out is a little challenging, but all the attention to gluten-free means those items are often an easy spot to start on the menu. Here's last night's dinner:
Chicken, romaine, avocado, onions, cheese and chipotle ranch dressing
The thing that annoys me about food tracking is that there's so much guessing.  Is this an ounce? Or two? That salad dressing I dripped on - was that one or two tablespoons. Was that a 1/4 cup of milk in that splash I poured in my coffee at work? I have no idea. It's not like I've got measuring cups and spoons everywhere I go (and I'm not going to start carrying them. NFW.). So it's all best guess. Was the hummus I ate the kind that's 370 calories for a half cup or the kind that's 200 calories? I got it at a restaurant so there's not way to know. And then there's the process. Logging a salad typically involves 9 line items. My morning coffee involves four line items. It's a time sink, so I don't expect that to be part of my life long term. It's not sustainable.

And again, the margin of error on weight gain to gain one pound per year is 10-20 calories a day. So knowing exactly matters at some level, but trying to know is an exercise in embracing madness. It's a great tool to get started on a new way of eating. It's great to see what reasonable meals look like. It's great to review what you've done over a period of time. It's great to do here and there for stretches. But daily? Forever? Yeah, no.


Monday, May 16, 2016

New Plan Report

So last week, I stuck to it all.

I logged every food and beverage I consumed. I ate no flour, no corn, no rice, no sugar and so on. I dialed in over the week and found it easier as I went along. I logged 50-100 grams of carbs per day and it was okay. The new Poke trend is my friend. Two nights of poke bowls were a delight. I tested three tools for tracking food: My Plate, Lose It, and My Fitness Pal. My Fitness Pal has a terrible web interface so after one try I was out of there. Lose it is good, and always puts your prior items at the top of type-ahead search list, so it's quick to enter each item, but you still have to enter each item. Like one cup of coffee for me is 8 ounces of brewed coffee, 8 ounces of brewed decaf coffee, and 1/2 cup of milk. I have to type all that up every single morning. On My Plate, it has a favorite meals feature where I made Morning Coffee. Now all I have to type is Mor and it offers Morning Coffee. It also has a breakdown of each line you enter so that you can easily spot sneaky carbs and tune accordingly. This is great for salad bar choices. However, My Plate doesn't talk to Fitbit and Lose It does, thus I have done double entry for a week to decide what I think is the best way to go. Hrmmm. The weirdest food thing all week was that I went to see Rent in downtown San Jose. I figured I'd grab something on the way, but timing was way too tight. So I waited and figured I'd grab something at intermission if it got dire. But... it didn't. I went home and had a cheese stick and a pack of almonds for dinner and I was fine. Huh. Perhaps this is the food plan that works for me.

I exercised every day. I felt my Monday class a lot on Tuesday and Wednesday, but I got on the elliptical for 30 minutes both days regardless. I took the elevator once because my thighs said, "Oh god. Not stairs. We can't do stairs." after that. I went to the same class on Thursday, but the instructor was out (she'd warned me) and the gym was overrun with dudes who she normally keeps away from the equipment during her classes. The dudes were deadlifting hundreds of pounds and I was supposed to lie down near there and do some stuff. There was not enough nope in the world. On Friday, I planned to make that up, but Wendy saw me checking out the lunch trucks and said, "Hey! You're free! Want to go over the hill with us?" So off I went over the Matadero Creek trail with Dave O'Gorman, his wife, his intern, and Wendy, and all was right in the world. On Saturday, I taught all day. On Saturday night, I told Athena it was time for her to go to bed. She said, "Why?" I said, "So that I can go to bed." She said, "Why?" I said, "Them's the rules kiddo. Your dad's been on duty all day, so we've got to get you to bed, and then mommy can sleep." She accepted that. I laid down at 8:30 and was lights out at 8:45 and gone by 9. And then I slept til 7 and felt AMAZING. We headed to Cordelia's birthday at Pump it Up and I bounced and climbed and slid myself senseless. That's officially the parent I want to be, so I need to get the sleep and the weight off to do it more.

And then I weighed myself. Those five pounds? Poof. Gone. Yeah, down five pounds in a week. Well that's hugely from my body adjusting to its new intake, and they'd probably pop right back the second I eat the old way. However, if I can retain even 1/4 of that loss week over week, then I'm calling this experiment a huge win. We'll see.

Monday, May 09, 2016

New Plan

So today is the first day of the rest of my life, right? Okay, new plan.

Six months of logging 70-80,000 steps a week has done little for the bottom line. I don't feel any more fit. I haven't gained strength. I've lost sleep to log steps. Net result: up another five pounds. Harumph.

Meanwhile, a friend had a diabetes diagnosis, went on a plan for diabetics, and promptly lost 25 pounds fairly effortlessly. I eat a lot of high quality veg and meat and some fish, but I've also let carbs creep in, probably too much. So, I'm cutting the sugar, the flour, the potatoes, the corn, the pasta, the rice, the fruity cocktails, the leftover bits of Athena's waffles, the PB&J sandwiches, and the Ben & Jerry's. Today I had a banana and almonds for breakfast and a big salad (there's a new salad bar at work) for lunch full of broccoli, asparagus, carrots, romaine, spinach, and pinto beans.

On Friday, I was on the eliptical earning my steps while there was a strength and conditioning class going on. There was someone there doing it who looked about as out of shape as me, so I got brave at the end of my workout and asked the trainer if there was room in the session as it looked about my speed. There wasn't in that group, but in a group at 11:30 on Monday and 12:15 on Thursdays. I went today for the first time and got super sweaty and didn't trust my legs to go down the stairs safely for the following hour. Of course my Fitbit said I'd earned a few hundred steps and had 0 active minutes in those 45 minutes. Methinks Fitbit may not be the most effective measure of fitness. Just a hunch.

I'm going to give that a few months to play out (probably through August) and see how it goes. I don't want to be thin. I want to be medium sized and happy. I want to eat food, not too much, mostly highly nutrient dense stuff. I want 8 hours of sleep and I'm going to go back to focusing on that over necessarily logging 10k a day.

That said, I don't necessarily expect to win. The research on this is some of the most depressing I have ever read. But I'm willing to try again. I don't like being achy. I don't like feeling slow and unwieldy and made of entirely too much flesh. I don't want to prematurely age my joints. I'll try this. I'll see what happens. We'll see.