Good morning!
Just so you can get an idea of how quickly my body responds to clearing out allergens and refined carbohydrates, let me share my journey from yesterday to this morning.
Yesterday I got up, had hot lemon water and spent some time with God. I spent some time with Jillian Michaels doing one of her twenty minute 30-day Shred videos. I drank tons of water throughout the day. I had a big green drink for breakfast (RAW by Garden of Life). Ry and I got Em off to school, ran some errands, took both kids to the dentist, Em back to school, then Ry and I headed home for lunch. I had an enormous greens and herb salad with 4-5oz of chicken, a Pink Lady apple, and some homemade dressing I made up w/Apple Cider Vinegar, Balsamic, stevia, 1 tsp of "21 Salute Seasoning" from Trader Joe's. For dinner I made shrimp lettuce wraps with green onion, cilantro, mango, cucumber, ACV, turmeric, cayenne, smoked paprika, and salt. (For the rest of the family I made a peanut sauce and rice noodles.)
I was not hungry all day. I did not go to bed hungry. In addition to lots of water throughout the day, I also had a little green tea with stevia.
Yesterday morning my weigh-in was 139.6 lbs.
This morning my weigh-in was 136.0 lbs.
I wasn't trying to lose 3.6 lbs in one day. I just know how quickly my body responds to taking out culprits.
I did have a carb/sugar withdrawal headache last evening, but after a good night sleep, it's gone and I feel energized this morning.
Have a great day! I just finished my morning Yoga and am going to get my kids some breakfast.
Cheers!
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
Motivation
So, it's only 3:23 pm and I am exhausted. I just woke up from a small cat nap in the hammock.
70 degrees + Colorado + sunshine + 1 hammock + a great book = a bit of bliss (and an inability to keep my eyes open..)
Florence and the Machine brought me back to life as I finished the dishes and snapped out of my reverie.
Anyway, the tiredness is no doubt a result of greeting the sunrise today, as I posted on my "Cleanse/Detox Schedule." But I'm not complaining. When I write things down, I do them. Somehow it takes the commitment from simply verbal or intentional to action on a greater plane.
Maybe that works for you, maybe not. But when I decide something, commit my heart and will to it, and then WRITE IT DOWN, it motivates me.
As a result, I had some sweet time reading my new Remix version of The Message, given to me by my loving daughter, handsome son, and insanely faithful husband. I multi-tasked this time with a cup of hot lemon water in my favorite mug. And by "multi-tasked" I mean, hot lemon water activates your liver to start doing its job for the day. This time went longer than expected, but spending time with the Lord doesn't ever suck, so I went with it.
However, it did not keep me from doing the inevitable: taking my measurements.
I jotted them down, but with excitement rather than contempt. This is a big step for me, people, because I know I've gained weight as a result of not making healthy choices and not being sweet to my body, so previously I probably would have dreaded taking measurements.
But today I woke up motivated, excited, and determined to show myself love by first fueling with God's word, then making healthy choices for living.
Still not sure if I have the balls to post a "before" picture, but I will share something I found quite fascinating. I made a Word document with four columns of my measurements I recorded over the last year and a half. It's pretty cool, even if my measurements from today show I've gained several inches around my body.
70 degrees + Colorado + sunshine + 1 hammock + a great book = a bit of bliss (and an inability to keep my eyes open..)
Florence and the Machine brought me back to life as I finished the dishes and snapped out of my reverie.
Anyway, the tiredness is no doubt a result of greeting the sunrise today, as I posted on my "Cleanse/Detox Schedule." But I'm not complaining. When I write things down, I do them. Somehow it takes the commitment from simply verbal or intentional to action on a greater plane.
Maybe that works for you, maybe not. But when I decide something, commit my heart and will to it, and then WRITE IT DOWN, it motivates me.
As a result, I had some sweet time reading my new Remix version of The Message, given to me by my loving daughter, handsome son, and insanely faithful husband. I multi-tasked this time with a cup of hot lemon water in my favorite mug. And by "multi-tasked" I mean, hot lemon water activates your liver to start doing its job for the day. This time went longer than expected, but spending time with the Lord doesn't ever suck, so I went with it.
However, it did not keep me from doing the inevitable: taking my measurements.
I jotted them down, but with excitement rather than contempt. This is a big step for me, people, because I know I've gained weight as a result of not making healthy choices and not being sweet to my body, so previously I probably would have dreaded taking measurements.
But today I woke up motivated, excited, and determined to show myself love by first fueling with God's word, then making healthy choices for living.
Still not sure if I have the balls to post a "before" picture, but I will share something I found quite fascinating. I made a Word document with four columns of my measurements I recorded over the last year and a half. It's pretty cool, even if my measurements from today show I've gained several inches around my body.
10/23/10
Wt: 170.4
Neck: 13 1/2
Rt. Arm: 14
Chest: 38
Waist: 31 1/2
Stomach: 38 1/2
Hips: 40
Rt. Thigh: 25
Rt. Calf: 15 1/2
Rt. Ankle: 8 1/2
Neck: 13 1/2
Rt. Arm: 14
Chest: 38
Waist: 31 1/2
Stomach: 38 1/2
Hips: 40
Rt. Thigh: 25
Rt. Calf: 15 1/2
Rt. Ankle: 8 1/2
7/19/11
Wt: 145.0
Neck: 13 1/4
Rt. Arm: 13
Chest: 37
Waist: 29
Stomach: 34
Hips: 36 1/4
Rt. Thigh: 23
Rt. Calf: 14 1/2
Rt. Ankle: 8 1/2
Neck: 13 1/4
Rt. Arm: 13
Chest: 37
Waist: 29
Stomach: 34
Hips: 36 1/4
Rt. Thigh: 23
Rt. Calf: 14 1/2
Rt. Ankle: 8 1/2
8/30/11
Wt: 131.2
Neck: 12 1/4
Rt. Arm: 11 1/2
Chest: 34
Waist: 26
Stomach: 29 1/2
Hips: 34 1/2
Rt. Thigh: 21
Rt. Calf: 14
Rt. Ankle: 8
Neck: 12 1/4
Rt. Arm: 11 1/2
Chest: 34
Waist: 26
Stomach: 29 1/2
Hips: 34 1/2
Rt. Thigh: 21
Rt. Calf: 14
Rt. Ankle: 8
5/14/12
Wt: 139.6
Neck: 13
Rt. Arm: 12 1/2
Chest: 38
Waist: 29 1/2
Stomach: 34 1/2
Hips: 35 1/2
Rt. Thigh: 23
Rt. Calf: 14 1/4
Rt. Ankle: 8
Neck: 13
Rt. Arm: 12 1/2
Chest: 38
Waist: 29 1/2
Stomach: 34 1/2
Hips: 35 1/2
Rt. Thigh: 23
Rt. Calf: 14 1/4
Rt. Ankle: 8
My goals include losing several inches off my arms, thighs, chest, waist, and stomach. When I cleaned up my act which reflects the results from 8/30/11, I did not do any sort of exercise. I can't wait to have pipes and be strong, full of muscle and tons of energy. Mostly, I am looking forward to a mind which is whole and healed as a result of prayer and feeding my body and brain whole foods.
Will you be joining me on this journey?
Will you be joining me on this journey?
Friday, May 11, 2012
Monday, Monday
La la la la la la
Monday, the day after Mother's Day, I'll be embarking on this...
Feel free to join me, make your own, or just cheer me on.
And if you do join in, tweaking it to fit your life and allergens, leave comments and insight that will help motivate others.
Have a great weekend! I'm going to eat like a Queen! Or at least, I'm going to have a little wine and chocolate before the big cleanse :)
Monday, the day after Mother's Day, I'll be embarking on this...
Feel free to join me, make your own, or just cheer me on.
And if you do join in, tweaking it to fit your life and allergens, leave comments and insight that will help motivate others.
Have a great weekend! I'm going to eat like a Queen! Or at least, I'm going to have a little wine and chocolate before the big cleanse :)
Amputee
Have you heard of the phenomena of when a person loses an appendage they often have ghost feelings that their missing limb is still there?
In the last year and a half I lost 45 lbs.
I have collar bones and knee caps.
When I don't eat my allergens, I have hip bones.
Apparently they were always there, just coated under layers of layers of layers.
I can still remember one day in 1981 when I was sitting on the toilet at home around 3:05 pm.
I was a latch-key kid, getting home about an hour or so earlier than my big sister. Also, in elementary school I would never use the bathroom at school. And by "never" I mean, not ever. I didn't want anyone to hear me tinkle. And I certainly would have died if anyone heard me plop. I literally just went in there, as all teachers knew we did in the 80's, to comb my feathered hair.
Anyway, as I was rushing up to our front door, chucking my book bag on the ground, squirming, twisting, legs crossed while trying to unlock the door and unbutton my Calvin Klein jeans (nothing came between me and my CK's...) the lock and key finally cooperated.
With the door flung wide, despite all the mad rapists and murderers in suburban Mesa, Arizona, (I had watched too much nightly news) I ran into the house to the bathroom and stood before the toilet, trying to peel off my jeans.
And suddenly I had this warm feeling come over me. At least, it came over the bottom half of me.
Something had, indeed, come between me and my Calvin Klein's.
Somehow I was able to pinch it, peel off my jeans and sit and finish what I had started.
And as I sat there, as I had done time and again, I began to count:
one
two
three
four
five
Five.
Five rolls of belly fat. Going from smallest to biggest as they cascaded down my abdomen.
Yes, I remember this from 1981, and it makes me a little sad to know I wasn't counting squares of toilet paper or making designs out of the drywall patterns instead of what I would do each and every time I sat down on the toilet.
(Don't worry. Remember, I've been in and out of counseling...it's okay)
All that to say, my earliest memories have always included some excess folds. My mind remembers back fat and flappy upper arms and the comment a college friend said when she saw cellulite on my calves.
But sometimes, most of the time, my eyes and mind do not communicate. At least of late. And I sense those 45 lbs still there, even though the majority of them are not.
It's like there's ghost fat rolls I can still count. Like I'm a fat amputee trying to learn life without fat as an appendage.
And I know it sounds strange. But when, for years, you've carried extra weight and then it is suddenly (not instantaneously, but seemingly) gone, I really do believe it takes your mind a while to catch up with the new physical you.
This is the leg of the journey I find myself on right now. I'm praying and trusting God to help my mind and my eyes and my reality line up...
In the last year and a half I lost 45 lbs.
I have collar bones and knee caps.
When I don't eat my allergens, I have hip bones.
Apparently they were always there, just coated under layers of layers of layers.
I can still remember one day in 1981 when I was sitting on the toilet at home around 3:05 pm.
I was a latch-key kid, getting home about an hour or so earlier than my big sister. Also, in elementary school I would never use the bathroom at school. And by "never" I mean, not ever. I didn't want anyone to hear me tinkle. And I certainly would have died if anyone heard me plop. I literally just went in there, as all teachers knew we did in the 80's, to comb my feathered hair.
Anyway, as I was rushing up to our front door, chucking my book bag on the ground, squirming, twisting, legs crossed while trying to unlock the door and unbutton my Calvin Klein jeans (nothing came between me and my CK's...) the lock and key finally cooperated.
With the door flung wide, despite all the mad rapists and murderers in suburban Mesa, Arizona, (I had watched too much nightly news) I ran into the house to the bathroom and stood before the toilet, trying to peel off my jeans.
And suddenly I had this warm feeling come over me. At least, it came over the bottom half of me.
Something had, indeed, come between me and my Calvin Klein's.
Somehow I was able to pinch it, peel off my jeans and sit and finish what I had started.
And as I sat there, as I had done time and again, I began to count:
one
two
three
four
five
Five.
Five rolls of belly fat. Going from smallest to biggest as they cascaded down my abdomen.
Yes, I remember this from 1981, and it makes me a little sad to know I wasn't counting squares of toilet paper or making designs out of the drywall patterns instead of what I would do each and every time I sat down on the toilet.
(Don't worry. Remember, I've been in and out of counseling...it's okay)
All that to say, my earliest memories have always included some excess folds. My mind remembers back fat and flappy upper arms and the comment a college friend said when she saw cellulite on my calves.
But sometimes, most of the time, my eyes and mind do not communicate. At least of late. And I sense those 45 lbs still there, even though the majority of them are not.
It's like there's ghost fat rolls I can still count. Like I'm a fat amputee trying to learn life without fat as an appendage.
And I know it sounds strange. But when, for years, you've carried extra weight and then it is suddenly (not instantaneously, but seemingly) gone, I really do believe it takes your mind a while to catch up with the new physical you.
This is the leg of the journey I find myself on right now. I'm praying and trusting God to help my mind and my eyes and my reality line up...
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Deeply Rooted
The new Me
The Me I've always known I could be
The Me that's hidden deep within
-under shame
-shallow sin
It's time to live
-time to breathe
-walk out
-walk bold
-not break in the breeze
Stand tall, live large
A tree, planted long ago
-secure and strong
-deeply rooted
-seeking life from The Source
Nourishment, true Nourishment
The Son
-feeding me
-warming me
-filling me with light
Nutrients to every cell
I am free!
Free to grow, breathe, drink, dwell deeply
A tree planted by the Master Gardener, meant to grow and thrive
-to clap my hands
-to wave my branches
-meant to bend, not break, in the breeze
A planting of the Lord for the display of His splendor!
He gives life to me so I am able to give life to others.
I am a tree, grafted into the Vine.
*As I lounged in my hammock today in the perfect Colorado sun, inspired by God's goodness and grace, and Prochaska's Cycle of Addiction, I was journaling a plan, a POA or "Plan of Action" if you will, for how to move forward from here, one day at a time. You see, last time I did a detox, cleanse or hCG, I never had a POA for how I was going to proceed once my body felt clean and detoxified. I've been eating all of my culprit foods lately, and I feel lousy. And today, in my hammock, I was quite over it. So, I pulled out a journal and started writing...writing about which foods make me feel sick, weak, bloated, achy, miserable...and then wrote WHY? Why would I eat them if I already KNOW they don't bring me life? It was a freeing exercise, because I not only wrote the foods that make me feel like crap, but I wrote all the foods that make me feel great! NOT EMOTIONALLY GREAT, BUT PHYSICALLY GREAT! THE LATTER IS WHAT MATTERS MOST TO ME! Like veggies, and veggies, and fish and chicken and beef, and more veggies, and only certain fruits, and more veggies, but not every veggie. Anyway, as I wrote the picture of a beautiful tree came to my heart...and the above writing is what resulted from it.
The Me I've always known I could be
The Me that's hidden deep within
-under shame
-shallow sin
It's time to live
-time to breathe
-walk out
-walk bold
-not break in the breeze
Stand tall, live large
A tree, planted long ago
-secure and strong
-deeply rooted
-seeking life from The Source
Nourishment, true Nourishment
The Son
-feeding me
-warming me
-filling me with light
Nutrients to every cell
I am free!
Free to grow, breathe, drink, dwell deeply
A tree planted by the Master Gardener, meant to grow and thrive
-to clap my hands
-to wave my branches
-meant to bend, not break, in the breeze
A planting of the Lord for the display of His splendor!
He gives life to me so I am able to give life to others.
I am a tree, grafted into the Vine.
*As I lounged in my hammock today in the perfect Colorado sun, inspired by God's goodness and grace, and Prochaska's Cycle of Addiction, I was journaling a plan, a POA or "Plan of Action" if you will, for how to move forward from here, one day at a time. You see, last time I did a detox, cleanse or hCG, I never had a POA for how I was going to proceed once my body felt clean and detoxified. I've been eating all of my culprit foods lately, and I feel lousy. And today, in my hammock, I was quite over it. So, I pulled out a journal and started writing...writing about which foods make me feel sick, weak, bloated, achy, miserable...and then wrote WHY? Why would I eat them if I already KNOW they don't bring me life? It was a freeing exercise, because I not only wrote the foods that make me feel like crap, but I wrote all the foods that make me feel great! NOT EMOTIONALLY GREAT, BUT PHYSICALLY GREAT! THE LATTER IS WHAT MATTERS MOST TO ME! Like veggies, and veggies, and fish and chicken and beef, and more veggies, and only certain fruits, and more veggies, but not every veggie. Anyway, as I wrote the picture of a beautiful tree came to my heart...and the above writing is what resulted from it.
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