tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64817913538786131212024-02-19T21:53:14.950-05:00Finally Losing ItI've been up, then down, and back up again. Now I'm finally losing it.Joshua Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709079672336862272noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481791353878613121.post-31284721135190403882010-03-05T21:45:00.002-05:002010-03-05T21:49:31.484-05:00Zumba: "Quiere Mas"<span style="color: #20124d; font-size: small;"></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqmWzm6r8AACVOZGZQ_JZN5XNcFVAvh9BGzlZ6oFZVsrZqMnxuvX25XjrS1-iyD2NSr1L3F5DZVtgLKF8XZ2mpv7r5yBIhgAz45mCy_XhXsErcL4SZ2LwLSM750KlqTAntnbREMK4Jiio/s1600-h/vertical_zumba_logo_v2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqmWzm6r8AACVOZGZQ_JZN5XNcFVAvh9BGzlZ6oFZVsrZqMnxuvX25XjrS1-iyD2NSr1L3F5DZVtgLKF8XZ2mpv7r5yBIhgAz45mCy_XhXsErcL4SZ2LwLSM750KlqTAntnbREMK4Jiio/s320/vertical_zumba_logo_v2.jpg" /></a></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Like many of you, exercise is one of my biggest struggles. Getting up super early to go the gym sounds pretty torturous to me, and being lied to by a skinny screamer on an at-home DVD is even worse. Stay in squat for just ten more seconds, you say? I clocked it, you devil-woman, and you lie! </span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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It’s a cardio-fitness class, and it’s Latin dance. You incorporate different types of Latin dances such as Salsa, Merengue, Samba, Reggaton, at varying levels of intensity. It’s very international, and you do cardio activity for a whole hour.<br />
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<i>What makes Zumba different from a traditional exercise class such as sculpting, Pilates, yoga, etc.?</i><br />
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The music. The music drives you, you know? You love the music. It’s really high-energy, and it’s very interactive. It makes people laugh! I remember the first time I did it I started laughing. I felt like even though I’m Latino and I can salsa, and merengue, I just couldn’t stop laughing at myself! You’re having fun and don’t notice that you’re working out. Before you know it you’re sweating and you’re done. You’re actually working out!<br />
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<i>Joshua: That’s a big thing I noticed. If I do an exercise DVD at home, I watch the clock like, “Okay, I have ten minutes left, eight minutes…” But with Zumba it’s, “Oh, it’s already over?”</i><br />
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Karen: Yeah, you’re laughing with people, you feel your body, you’re sweating, and you’re just having fun.<br />
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What first got you interested in Zumba? How did you hear about it?</i><br />
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I gained a lot of weight, and I decided to lose it. I joined a gym, but I’m not a gym person. I don’t like running. I don’t like going alone. I like to have somebody with me for pressure to go, so I have to take classes. I had the choice between sculpting, step class, or a Zumba class. I didn’t even know what it was, but I figured it was maybe Brazilian, y’know, Samba/Zumba. Okay, let’s go for it. I was a student for probably eight months before I became an instructor.<br />
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<i>Some people may be intimidated and think that Zumba is too dance-oriented for them to handle. What would you say to them?</i><br />
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You don’t have to know how to dance, but you have to like high-energy music. A lot of people ask me, “Do you think I can do it?” Yes, I think everybody can do it. If you’re optimistic and you like international music, then it’s a fun class to take. Every time we have a new person I say, “Please, I know today may not be the easiest day, but just focus on your feet. Either right, left, front, or back. Focus on your feet, and then we can incorporate the arms. The second and third time it becomes much easier, and then you start teaching me!”<br />
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<i>How do classes vary with different instructors? Do you choose your own music, etc.?</i><br />
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It depends. We get music all the time, and DVDs that teach instructors how to do different routines, but ultimately it’s up to you. Maybe you’re a person that likes Salsa more, so you do that and incorporate more of your own music. That’s one of the things I love: other exercises are set in stone, but with Zumba you can incorporate everything you like to make it your own. That’s another reason why I think people really like it. You can come to my class and find something totally different than someone else. It’s not like a step class where you do the same thing over and over.<br />
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<i>Why do you think Zumba has turned into such a phenomenon? It seems to be all over the media, there are Meetup Groups about Zumba, etc. Why?</i><br />
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I think because it’s a different type of workout. You’re not stressed about, “Oh let’s do the cardio activity”, or “Let’s focus just on this…” or that you have to be so good or so skinny. It’s for every age, for women, for guys, for anybody. Also, it makes it fun to lose weight. When you’re losing weight and you’re looking at yourself and you’re dancing, you feel so optimistic. You have a different energy. It changes your life.<br />
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<i>How has Zumba changed your life?</i><br />
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Well you don’t even realize, but it really is a change in your lifestyle. Before I even started losing weight, it changed my attitude, which was a big thing. Once I changed my attitude towards how I saw myself, everything changed. Whether you’re 200 pounds, 100 pounds, when you’re dancing and you feel sexy, you’re feeling better about yourself. You’re learning the moves, and you’re getting it, and you look in the mirror and see that you’re changing. It changed not only my weight, but also my attitude and style. I was happier, and I started to know what I wanted, what I was looking for, what Karen was all about. I knew that if it changed me, it could change other people. I have women in my classes that have been through cancer, for example. They’ve come up to me and said “Karen, this helped me through a difficult time. I did your class, and I finished it. After two or three months, I come here not because of the weight, but because of how I feel. It makes me feel good.” It does something to your energy. When I first started doing Zumba, I would go somewhere and people would ask, “What’s up with you? What did you do? What’s different?” Well, I’m happier. I’m doing Zumba. I have so much energy. Believe me, if I go to one class, I’m not going to stop talking for hours because I have all of this energy. My husband can always tell, “Ohhh…you went to Zumba!”</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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"Sube en volumen que esto apenas esta empezando...Dale que dale que zúmbele que bueno que te mato..."</div>Joshua Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709079672336862272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481791353878613121.post-23934160692175488272010-02-28T21:14:00.000-05:002010-02-28T21:14:55.584-05:00"Tiny Dancer"<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIkgup2QL5S7RpGrZQ8GYi8xpXQ_NkuHzOmN_2KpwEPr0LVLTIhXAkibKYYoBdHP896HI8mXYV5PWUEL8hJB6LxNEGB3gBjilqurPXLca1lHnFj_kkysqs215iERkZZG4idQ5EYKCl0pE/s1600-h/jeans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIkgup2QL5S7RpGrZQ8GYi8xpXQ_NkuHzOmN_2KpwEPr0LVLTIhXAkibKYYoBdHP896HI8mXYV5PWUEL8hJB6LxNEGB3gBjilqurPXLca1lHnFj_kkysqs215iERkZZG4idQ5EYKCl0pE/s320/jeans.jpg" /></a></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Okay, a tiny dancer is not what I want to be, but the lyrics work for this entry. I present to you our "Goal Jeans." On the left, my 36 slim boot cut Diesels that I am still in love with after three years. (Yeah, that's right, don't choke on your Diet Coke you skinny bitches reading this, I said one of my <i>goals</i> is to fit a size <b>36</b>. Keep the "Whoa!" to yourself.) On the right, Fabricio's size 34 straight leg Paper Denims. </span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Fabricio came up with the idea a few years back, and it worked for him at the time. In reality, these will fit me within about the next 20 pounds, so they aren't my final goal jeans. At some point I'll buy a final pair (in a waist size I haven't worn since middle school!), but for now I've got the next size down covered.</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">In recent years, I've made a habit of purchasing pieces of clothing that I really love, even when they're a size (or two) too small. I always rationalized that "It will fit soon!", but I can go into my closet right now and find something from 2004 that still has the tag because I have never been able to wear it. Call it the hoarder in me, but I refuse to let it go. I ended up giving away garbage bags full of clothing that still had the tags on them, so I learned my lesson as of about a year ago.</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The point of the jeans nailed to the wall are to inspire us each time we see them. Honestly, they've sort of lost their impact as I've gotten used to them, and I now I actually like how they look as a decorative splash of color on the otherwise boring wall, but there are times when I see them and "visualize" how nice it will be to wear them instead of my current less exciting jeans.</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I've got to keep on pushing, I can't stop now. Move up a little higher, some way, somehow..."</span>Joshua Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709079672336862272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481791353878613121.post-20936630816264328492010-01-04T13:22:00.000-05:002010-01-04T13:22:47.258-05:00"Let's Get It Started"<span style="color: #073763; font-size: small;"></span><div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Signed up last night! Weighed in and started this morning! Look for another new post later this evening! </span><br />
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</div>Joshua Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709079672336862272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481791353878613121.post-14792903553459809542010-01-01T02:27:00.000-05:002010-01-01T02:27:07.060-05:00"With a Little Help from My Friends"<div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #20124d; font-size: small;">Well, that didn’t exactly go as planned, did it? Excuses, excuses. I don’t know if it’s even helpful to go through them, to be honest. I started a new job, the holidays made me crazy, I went out of town five times in two months, blah, blah, and blah. What’s the point, really? The fact is that I haven’t posted here since September. That’s a shame, but the past is over and gone. I open my eyes and awaken in the present. That’s where we are, so let’s step forward from here. 2010. It's kind of wild. <br />
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Updates on the vitals: I don’t think I gained any weight throughout the autumn, but if I did, I dropped it when I came down with a 10-day case of swine flu. (Pardon me, “Novel Influenza A, H1N1".) I had no appetite for days, and would occasionally hurl in the morning as the daily realization set in that I <i>still</i> wasn’t back to normal. On the upside, it gave me a solid eight-pound loss (which I have kept off, thank you very much), so like Fabricio encouraged each day, I say, “Keep throwin’ up!” Now, now, don't judge me. I’m not bulimic, and I don’t condone bulimia as a healthy way of living. Let’s make that clear to keep the letters from starting when this blog hits the big time. (In my dream, I have a sit-down interview with Jillian Michaels, or she surprises me at my office and gives me an impromptu beat down. Feel free to write and tell her how much I need to experience her amazing brand of psyche-breaking, fix-you-deep-in-your-core, then-build-you-up-to-be-stronger-than-ever skills.)<br />
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A few months ago I wasn’t sure if the structure of the Weight Watchers Points System was still the best method for me to monitor my food intake. I did the program in 2007, and then a halfhearted attempt early in 2009. However, I’ve come to realize that (at least right now in the beginning of my loss) it is the easiest and most foolproof plan. Due to my work schedule, I can no longer attend the same weekly meeting that I used to, so I’m going to try their online-only plan that includes the most helpful tool of all, their “Points Tracker”. </span><br />
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I won’t have a “leader” to give me a sermon and pep talk each week, so I hope that I can count on all of you to keep me accountable and encouraged! The new plan starts bright and early on Monday, January 4th. I hope you’ll join me. Whether you have 5 pounds to lose, or 100+, let’s make this the start of something big.<br />
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Happy New Year! The "New Year, New You" catchphrase for 2009 in the media was “Feelin’ fine in ‘09!” What should we use for 2010? I like cheesy, so hit me with something good!</span><br />
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</div>Joshua Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709079672336862272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481791353878613121.post-50378912078254476462009-09-24T23:09:00.002-04:002009-09-25T11:52:37.845-04:00Step by Step, Three Choices: Day 4<span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >Thursday, September 24th<br /><br />1 - I bought a few 'Full Bars' today. Supposedly, they're a healthy snack bar to eat 30 minutes before a meal to make you feel somewhat full so that you eat less. My problem has usually been the types of food I eat, and not as much the quantity or portions. But, I'll give them a try anyhow. I had an "Apple Caramel Crisp" Full Bar for breakfast, and it wasn't too bad. After waking up at 7:30 and eating the bar around 9:30, I wasn't hungry for lunch until about 1:15. Not bad! (Check out www.fullbar.com for more info. Rest assured, this isn't a paid endorsement. It's not an endorsement at all; I don't know if I even like them yet.) :-)<br /><br />2 - I spent 20 of my 30 lunch break minutes walking around my new work 'hood (NoHo). I picked up lunch at 'wichcraft. I got the soup & sandwich combo which was TINY. I'm talking supermodel food. The tiny friggin' finger sandwich was delicious. (Multigrain bread with goat cheese, walnut pesto (very little oil), watercress, celery, avocado.) The soup was tiny and average. It was a watery split pea soup with "olive oil croutons". There were 2 little croutons, so I wasn't worried about them being unhealthy. I haven't been able to find calorie counts online anywhere, but I'm fairly sure that these didn't have crazy hidden fats. Even so, the portions were so small that I'm not worried. So to clarify: Today's #2 Choice was a decent walk and mini-sized food portions.<br /></span><div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">3 - This is harder than I thought. Anyone have any tips to make me reach three healthy choices each day? </span></div>Joshua Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709079672336862272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481791353878613121.post-56767370307441964332009-09-23T23:00:00.004-04:002009-09-24T13:08:47.883-04:00Step by Step, Three Choices: Day 3<span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">Wednesday, September 23rd </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />1 - I had a meeting on the 3rd floor, and to get back to my desk on the 10th floor, I decided to take the stairs. That may not sound like much, but walk seven flights in a large office building, and you'll say otherwise. (That is, after you spend four minutes heaving, gasping for air.)</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />2 - It was one of my manager's birthday today, so my department had cupcakes. They looked delicious. Whole Foods dark chocolate cupcakes with a butter cream frosting, plus a little smiley face perched atop made from white chocolate. As I stood in the group of folks waiting to grab one, I remembered how it was tough to come up with 'three little steps' yesterday for the blog entry, and I walked away. Let's just hope that next time they don't test my strength with jumbo crispy chocolate chip walnut cookies. Mmmm-mmm!</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />3 -I had Japanese food for dinner tonight. Normally when I get take-out from my favorite place (Kodama, for all the New Yorkers reading this), I get one roll and the 'Kodama Chicken' box. The box has chicken, rice, steamed broccoli/carrots, and two tiny shrimp shumais. I'm usually able to finish the entire box, but tonight I stopped myself halfway through. I could have eaten more, but I was also okay with stopping. The leftovers won't be enough for another meal, but certainly it'll be a fairly healthy snack in a day or two. We're getting somewhere!<br /></span> </span>Joshua Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709079672336862272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481791353878613121.post-37999878876892587622009-09-22T23:11:00.002-04:002009-09-23T14:36:03.227-04:00Step by Step, Three Choices: Day 2<span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" >Tuesday, September 22nd<br /><br />Keep in mind these are SMALL triumphs, people. Don't expect enormous breakthroughs. This is all about the day to day little things.<br /><br />1 - My friend Jess convinced me (I swear it wasn't my idea!) to get Red Mango (www.redmango.com) tonight while she was over visiting. I have cut way back on my addiction in recent weeks, but I'm proud to say that quite possibly for the first time ever, instead of getting the 'Regular' (Medium), I ordered a small. She and Fabricio said something <span style="font-style: italic;">crazy</span> to the effect that with dessert, it's the taste you crave, not the quantity. You aren't eating to feel full, it's just the flavor that you want. While I feel like I basically knew this already (I mean, duh, right?), it sort of blew my mind a little bit. Like, "Ohhhhh, yeah that's true!".<br /><br />2 - I can't come up with a number two, so I'm going to say that the second good thing I did was that I <span style="font-weight: bold;">learned </span>the dessert thing from Jess & Fabricio.<br /><br />3 - Today was "Waffle Day" in my office. (Yes, you heard right. Meetup is an amazing place to work, though this is just one of the reasons.) The options included buttermilk Eggos, syrup, powdered sugar, Reddi-Whip, chocolate chips, sweet cream butter, the WORKS. I chose two small organic whole wheat belgian waffles that were high in fiber. I covered them with sliced strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, and a drizzle of lite syrup. Score one major point for me!<br /></span>Joshua Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709079672336862272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481791353878613121.post-89044974778950595592009-09-21T23:10:00.002-04:002009-09-22T09:14:34.909-04:00Step by Step: Three Choices, Day 1<span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Monday, September 21st</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">1 - Ate a healthy breakfast of oatmeal with a banana. I have been skipping breakfast recently, but I know that it's the best way to kick-start my metabolism each morning. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">2 - Had a Subway sandwich for lunch and skipped the cheese. I skip the cheese 70% of the time, but had I not been doing this 'three good things a day' post, I probably would have gone for it. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">3 - Went to a friend's birthday dinner and drank nothing but water. No booze for me!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">What small triumphs or changes have you made recently?</span><br /></span>Joshua Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709079672336862272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481791353878613121.post-89465837385165365952009-09-18T13:08:00.006-04:002009-09-18T13:38:18.725-04:00"The Real Thing"<span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >I've got to start keeping it real, so here's the deal. As you've seen from my previous entries, I usually try to spend a lot of time working on each of them. I've been giving them appropriate names using song titles, quotes, etc., and just generally being OCD about the whole thing. However, the pressure I foolishly put on myself to make the blog captivating has in turn made it stagnate. I need to post on a very regular basis to make this work. (And also to keep you, my treasured readers, coming back).<br /><br />I was eating dinner with my wonderful friend Katie (let's not talk about what we ate!), and she gave me the sweet yet serious wake-up call I needed. I owe it to myself and all of you to keep this thing going, and to truly give it a shot to see where it takes me. I could use every excuse out there as to why I haven't kept up with this or a proper eating plan, but excuses are not what this is about. That's not to say that I'm doing horribly, as I have fully stopped the upswing of weight I was gaining. Now I've got to work to get that pendulum swinging back down in the right direction.<br /><br />My plan to keep this blog active is to post at least every other day with a simple new feature titled "Step by Step: Three Choices A Day". Every day or two, I will make a post listing three positive and concrete actions I did (or did not do) in order to get one step closer to my ultimate goal. The pyramids were built stone by stone, and each one counted. The more I start to make good choices, the easier it will be to turn them into habits, and then finally a way of life.<br /><br />I'm also cooking up some ideas for some other entries. I still have a rant in me about the way clothing is sized, and I will be interviewing a Zumba instructor as well. I've been trying to make it to Zumba at least once a week. It hasn't always happened, but sometimes it's happened twice in one week...so it's a start! But anyhow, more on that later. Thanks for sticking with me on this, folks. I warned you in the beginning that it wasn't going to be easy...but I'm going to do my best to keep it interesting!<br /><br />"I'm the real thing, in stereo. I got a little highs, I got a little lows. Follow this melodic flow, I could make it shine, I could make it glow..."</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />(Ok, so I'll still try to use my song title entry sometimes. I'm not willing to give it up altogether!)</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span>Joshua Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709079672336862272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481791353878613121.post-15885787749634660632009-08-21T19:58:00.021-04:002009-08-21T21:33:44.950-04:00"Dolce Vita" Tiramisu<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is my first "Begrudgingly Healthy" entry, and we're starting with sweets! Some people can eat their way through bags of potato chips and Lil' Smokies, but for me...give me a bakery and a few hours and I'll be in heaven. Scones, carrot cake, muffins, tarts, lady-finger cookies, cobblers, madeleines, crisps, brownies, croissants, stop me now or I'll reach the blogspot word limit. Basically if left unchecked, I would turn into Augustus Gloop. Throw me in Willy Wonka's chocolate river and up the pipe, I'll see you in a few hours!</span></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I decided that the first unhealthy food to take on would be tiramisu. To me there's no better dessert after a delicious Italian meal than a light yet creamy, sweet yet sharp tiramisu. Plus it has espresso and/or sweet liqueur, so where can it go wrong? Unfortunately it also is full of fat and sugar. Traditional tiramisu recipes call for egg yolks, sugar, mascarpone cheese, heavy whipping cream, and more sugar. The following recipe is extraordinarily low in fat and sugar, so I won't lie and say it's the most delicious thing I've ever eaten. If you eat it, you will be able to tell it is a reduced fat and low sugar creation. It's a major pet peeve of mine when people flat-out refuse to eat reduced fat or low sugar options simply because "It doesn't taste right, I can tell it's fake!". Well no kidding Ms. Supertaster, of course it won't be quite AS amazing when done healthily, but it is definitely a great replacement for those of us who don't want to be gordos for the rest of our lives. Without further ado, I give you the Dolce Vita Tiramisu!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Ingredients</span></i></b></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheW5KrdLVQnI0J4XJQkIM0uNyM4MQMt-zgYHtcNakGB_QRqhBIMP4fV5vhXwza2lyepGDct6k4Qho08uOAjAJtb1_jmhj3ZSJbiGVOLz-poTNTFnOrYEJiT8WPxshepTFAljH-5THuu_k/s320/IMG_5771.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372582000961092818" /><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">1</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> regular sized (approx 9 oz.) sugar free angel food cake</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">1</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> envelope (0.82 ounce) General Foods International 100 Calorie Cafe Mocha Cappuccino mix</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">1</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> envelope (0.78 ounce) General Foods International 100 Calorie French Vanilla Cappuccino mix</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">2</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> cups skim milk</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">1</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> (8 ounce) package fat free cream cheese, softened</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">1</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> (1 ounce) box sugar free & fat free instant vanilla pudding mix</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">1</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> (8 ounce) container Cool Whip FREE whipped topping, thawed</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">1-2</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> tablespoons unsweetened dark cocoa powder</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Directions</span></i></b></div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqcIkiOsd5wZEnpTcoUgd2xbbXdsrnkxEyrrVRZzbXsVdiwKCEWHbsGjoFxCsg4QHZYqwc-nhc5NO37OslboEXuXBHfDT_CAr6e4KRwL7IVclIYP7rjI7uPqDzj-8GV4OL27hR-CANNQg/s320/IMG_5773.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372582950356663602" /><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">1. </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cut your angel food cake into a few large pieces, and begin to tear into bite-sized chunks by hand. You can cube using a knife if you'd prefer, but it is much quicker and easier to rip it up. Place half of your chunks into the bottom of a medium sized baking dish. An 8 inch square dish is best, but I used an oval casserole dish with no problems. Set aside.</span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">2. </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Combine mocha cappuccino mix and 1/2 cup milk in a small microwave-safe dish. Microwave on high 25-35 seconds; stir with a whisk until mix dissolves. Set aside.</span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">3. </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Place softened cream cheese in a medium mixing bowl; beat with a mixer at medium speed until smooth. Add 1 cup of milk; beat again until smooth. Add pudding mix; beat until blended together. </span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">4.</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Combine french vanilla cappuccino mix and remaining 1/2 cup milk in a small microwave-safe dish. Microwave on high 25-35 seconds; stir with a whisk until mix dissolves. Add this vanilla cappuccino mixture to cream cheese/pudding mixture. Mix until combined.</span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">5.</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Fold in entire container of Cool Whip Free. </span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">6.</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Pour half of mocha cappuccino mixture over angel food cake in baking dish; top with half of cream cheese pudding mixture. Place remaining cake chunks on top of pudding mixture, and drizzle with remaining mocha cappuccino mixture. Top with remaining cream cheese pudding mixture. Smooth with silicone spatula to create an even and smooth flat surface.</span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">7.</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Sprinkle dark cocoa through a small sieve (to avoid big chunks) over entire surface of tiramisu. Cover and chill, or if you simply can't wait serve immediately. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2I6gktE3zofQ8BzEEWazEbMCyluH_AiGUNDQVtF1x3PGzXc6keSj8xFAnX9jNlhFfxDxFHIsAvCkkcQGAQN64ltxTq2hV-oYb6t2YbTYHUIXR1NBEf7p6ocfwcuxhfrf6g6qJMSqEIac/s320/IMG_5778.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372585959735229906" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This serves approximately 8 people, though you can really make it anywhere from 6-10 servings depending on size. Based on 8 servings, this has approximately </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">198</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> calories and </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">0.5</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> gram of fat per serving. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What food would you like to see me turn begrudgingly healthy next? I want your ideas!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"We're walking like in a Dolce Vita, this time we've got it right. We're living like in a Dolce Vita, mmm gonna dream tonight..."</span></span></span></div></div>Joshua Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709079672336862272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481791353878613121.post-47094764225704408582009-08-13T22:51:00.009-04:002009-08-13T23:34:32.412-04:00"Here I Go Again"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">To those that have been checking regularly for an update to my last post, let me apologize for dropping the ball. Three weeks between posts is far too long, and I will make sure to keep things moving from this point forward. I've got lots of ideas, and I'm still very invested in this blog!</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">So where am I in the journey? Not altogether surprisingly, I had what I'm calling a false start. A soft launch. I began my program as planned, but as should be expected, life quickly got in the way. I would say I have been doing my program at 50-60%. The application I had decided to use on my iPhone to track calories (called 'Lose It') ended up being extremely tedious to use all day long. I went out of town twice. I had visitors for a few days. I received not one, but two rejection letters from prospective jobs within an hour of each other. I know that to be successful, I must adhere to my plan closer to 90-95% of the time. I'm in no way excusing my actions or lack thereof, I'm simply listing some of the things that I </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">let </span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">get in the way of my progress so that I can learn from my mistakes. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">Am I disappointed in myself? Yes, a bit. I'm not dwelling on the fact that I'm still at the starting line two and a half weeks into my race. I'm just trying to use this disappointment as a learning experience. I've learned that I very easily let myself get sidetracked. The adage that you must take everything one day at a time has never felt more true. In my case I think I need to make my mantra to take everything "one minute at a time". I caved and ate something I shouldn't? Oh well, that was two minutes ago, time to move on and start fresh. I'm having a great time with friends and had two margaritas (rocks/salt)? Well that was an iffy choice but if it's over and done then I must move on and start fresh...which means no gorging on extra tortilla chips at Blockheads just because I "already messed up". The time for wallowing has passed.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">I'm going to ramp back up to 95% over the next few days. I think for calorie tracking I'm going to buy a simple note pad and golf pencil. As much as I love technology and hoped to track using my phone, I think this is one case where an old standard wins out. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">Things learned: </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">Take everything one minute at a time. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">Acknowledge, analyze, accept, and then </span></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">move on</span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">Weight loss to date: 0 pounds.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">"Here I go again on my own. Going down the only road I've ever known. Like a drifter I was born to walk alone. And I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">Coming up soon at Finally Losing It: A rant on clothing sizes, an exploration of the Zumba fitness craze, and a 'begrudgingly healthy' tiramisu recipe! </span></span></span></div>Joshua Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709079672336862272noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481791353878613121.post-62778840006068603182009-07-21T11:53:00.012-04:002009-07-21T14:02:17.725-04:00"Putting It Together"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I've spent the past week researching and trying to decide which diet to follow. When I say diet, I don't mean that I'm thinking of this whole endeavor as temporary, or even as a "diet" as it is commonly known. A few definitions of diet:</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "><span class="orth" style="font-weight: bold; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">diet</span></span></span></i></span><span class="pron"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(</span></span></span></i><span class="symb"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">dī</span></span></span></i><strong><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">′</span></span></span></i></strong><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ət</span></span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">)</span></span></span></i></span></p><div class="entry dict" style="text-align: left; z-index: 0 !important; "><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "><span class="pos" style="font-weight: bold; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">noun</span></span></span></i></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">1- </span></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">what a person or animal usually eats and drinks; daily fare</span></span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "><span class="pos" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">2- a special or limited selection of food and drink, chosen or prescribed to promote health or a gain or loss of w</span></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">eight</span></span></span></i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So while what I'm doing may be eating a special selection of food and drink to promote health and lose weight, I will be looking at this all as my new "diet", definition number one. This is now what I usually eat and drink; my daily fare. I was considering following the Weight Watchers' Points system, where you place a point value on a serving of food, based on an equation that considers calories, fat, and fiber. However, I've decided against that for a few reasons. First, if I'm not 100% following the prescribed Weight Watchers plan, I shouldn't really do it at all. Secondly, I'd like to do something that anyone can do, without joining or paying or learning a proprietary system</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So we're going back to basics. No fasts, no eating grapefruit at every meal, no removal of carbs, etc. We'll follow the simple equation of: less calories in, more calories burned = weight loss. This will mean doing some math, tracking calories in my food, etc. Not gonna lie, it's going to be a lot of work, at least in the beginning. But anyone who ever claimed you can lose weight easily LIED. This will be hard work, and rightly so the pay-off will be enormous. Simply, I will create a calorie deficit. To do</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> this, we have to figure out how many calories our bodies burn every day. Researchers suggest that you should then only drop your caloric intake by no more than 500 calories per day for optimal weight loss. Dropping too many calories per day from your daily needs will put your body into a famine mode, where it will protect and prevent you from losing excessive amounts of weight. Thinking you literally cannot find enough to eat, your endocrine glands purposely slow your metabolism.</span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Basal metabolic rate is the minimum calorific requirement needed to sustain life and bodily functions while your body is at rest. Your BMR is determined based on a formula that examines weight, age, height, and sex. Once you figure out your BMR, you use the "Harris Benedict Formula" to figure out your daily calorie needs, based on your activity level. This will give you an approximate total number of daily calories needed to maintain your current weight. Then, to lose fat (and only a minimal amount of lean tissue), you reduce your calories by 500-1000 per day. If you only have a little to lose, obviously 1000 is a far too large deficit. It is commonly recommended to reduce calories by 15-20% below the daily calorie maintenance number that you learned from the Harris Benedict Formula.</span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Figure out your own </span></span></span><a href="http://www.bmi-calculator.net/bmr-calculator/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">BMR here</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. Then figure out your daily calorie needs with the </span></span></span><a href="http://www.bmi-calculator.net/bmr-calculator/harris-benedict-equation/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Harris Benedict Equation</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. Based on your weight loss goals, subtract 15-20% to create a deficit. There we will finally have that magic number we've been looking for! Mine is right around </span></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">2500</span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> calories. This may sound like a lot, but as I begin to lose weight, it will constantly change, as my BMR will lower as my weight lowers. This will allow me to lose at a somewhat slow but steady pace. As I kick exercise into the mix it will of course also switch things up. Cutting 3500 calories total in one week will result in approximately a 1 pound weight loss. I've got to admit, with what I've got to lose, one pound per week does not make me happy. I'm sure there will be lots of tweaking with my daily calorie intake, and maybe this will finally be the thing to get me on a hardcore exercise regimen. Let's say I burn 800 calories per day exercising, then that's at least another two pounds per week! Dealing with these concrete numbers makes me feel so much more in control. It kind of de-mystifies the concept of weight loss.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm going to Florida this weekend, so I will be starting my new plan on </span></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tuesday, July 28th</span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">! Now, before I get yelled at for waiting until after my weekend get-away, please understand that if I had started two weeks ago and was on a roll with the plan, I would definitely stick to it while away. I know from experience though that the first few days can be tricky territory, so why make it that much harder for myself by doing it away from home?</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bit by bit, putting it together. Piece by piece, working out the vision night and day. All it takes is time and perseverance, and a little luck along the way."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Coming up next: I detail exactly what types of food I will be eating. A very general look at my eating plan!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p></div></span></span></div>Joshua Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709079672336862272noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481791353878613121.post-17382506175121587902009-07-17T14:00:00.022-04:002009-07-17T16:29:10.673-04:00"Man In The Mirror"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Y'all, I am having a moment here. Get out the smelling salts and a church hand fan, because either you or I will need them. Step into my shoes for a moment, if you will. If you are or ever have been overweight, you know that you have photos that you have decided will NEVER, under any circumstances see the light of day. They are hidden in a shoe box under your bed, or a folder deep in the recesses of your hard drive. For those of you who are visions of beauty who have never had a weight problem, just think back to that day you had a whopper of a zit on an important day. The photos live on forever, whether we like it or not.</span></span></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I figure that a part of my process is to accept the fact that I am currently overweight (and used to be even BIGGER) before I can take my next step in finally losing it. I'm now controlling my weight and body instead of my weight controlling me. Therefore, I present to you a photo journal of my ups and downs since approximately 2001. Grab a healthy snack and settle in, this is gonna be epic.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Let's start back in 2001 and move to the present. This way we get the worst (read, biggest) photos out of the way early, and perhaps we can all forget them by the end of this entry. Also, I've cropped nearly everyone out of these photos, please don't take offense.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">First up, early 2001. I was 16 or 17 in this photo. I was a totally average child; not skinny or fat. In early high school I slowly began packing on the pounds, but this is when it was starting to get out of hand.</span></span></span></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghMa-zpAgL4FsRWcuO4bHRvgeU61iBr1H9_bsSoMFrLLkuhY_tIvNsW1xJSqAFNpVcc3-tIGcuqVX9P8PCWVKWQ2-HnMAT7bs275zYpUL5Jp5hjPynA71NO2hi2n4KuHKv5KAuyhqbEJQ/s1600-h/18-2001.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghMa-zpAgL4FsRWcuO4bHRvgeU61iBr1H9_bsSoMFrLLkuhY_tIvNsW1xJSqAFNpVcc3-tIGcuqVX9P8PCWVKWQ2-HnMAT7bs275zYpUL5Jp5hjPynA71NO2hi2n4KuHKv5KAuyhqbEJQ/s320/18-2001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359505048884670514" /></span></span></a></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I believe this is probably the biggest I have ever been. My own perception of my weight is so jacked that I really can't be positive either way. This was July of 2003, taken four days before I made my move to New York City. I didn't crop out Kimberley Locke simply because she's honestly the only reason that this photo wasn't destroyed. Just keeping it real! This photo takes my breath away; I feel like I'm looking at someone else, that there is no way in hell it could actually be ME.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQJ5sgh7e-i59zttpqmlirdpHQL_oPjy2wd-3Ss867j6PMH8UGm2lwCJxQZea_qrNkDdH-4pbhW-SFqSTnpxRlVF1lKb4Q-YL4sxl_E0JEDzb8fQSa1AILobMvnFRuHyBgg4pfThyphenhyphenQsA/s1600-h/17-2003.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQJ5sgh7e-i59zttpqmlirdpHQL_oPjy2wd-3Ss867j6PMH8UGm2lwCJxQZea_qrNkDdH-4pbhW-SFqSTnpxRlVF1lKb4Q-YL4sxl_E0JEDzb8fQSa1AILobMvnFRuHyBgg4pfThyphenhyphenQsA/s320/17-2003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359505047440940594" /></span></span></a></div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">This is from November of 2003. A solid four months of life in the city was obviously doing good things to me. I did a modified version of Atkins beginning in July of 2003. To this day, I still believe that Atkins (the REAL plan, not a bastardized version that claims you can eat bacon and cheese all the live long day) is a great plan. It's just very hard to stick with it.</span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi76-h1zZGyisC0jYI-PpKb-G-N2hsnNqDpTAKMUfUS5Cv_fUtTfRQA3rj8k39_zTCTiJfQbDPIVkYB3GVVFqquQ4zNKi183AsVmYovehX704niLTFZEqhf3mq2GvQshQd7IHtd0MOdZ1Q/s1600-h/16-2003.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi76-h1zZGyisC0jYI-PpKb-G-N2hsnNqDpTAKMUfUS5Cv_fUtTfRQA3rj8k39_zTCTiJfQbDPIVkYB3GVVFqquQ4zNKi183AsVmYovehX704niLTFZEqhf3mq2GvQshQd7IHtd0MOdZ1Q/s320/16-2003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359505040746507842" /></span></span></a></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi76-h1zZGyisC0jYI-PpKb-G-N2hsnNqDpTAKMUfUS5Cv_fUtTfRQA3rj8k39_zTCTiJfQbDPIVkYB3GVVFqquQ4zNKi183AsVmYovehX704niLTFZEqhf3mq2GvQshQd7IHtd0MOdZ1Q/s1600-h/16-2003.jpg"></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Fast forward to May of 2004. I had maintained what I had lost, and continued to lose (albeit at a slower pace).</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgt01QbqvsMZ2vy2gDgArxtKJ1y9e0xf21l8cqENz-GTXpX9AI0FgLWZAETFAUvCZNznlb7qahTix0y-xgtbk1PSqx3lIGo6iltHz-Eyv4OlaOABWnABP8sSm9u1uWPnDlzoOQe4mz4E/s1600-h/15-2004.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgt01QbqvsMZ2vy2gDgArxtKJ1y9e0xf21l8cqENz-GTXpX9AI0FgLWZAETFAUvCZNznlb7qahTix0y-xgtbk1PSqx3lIGo6iltHz-Eyv4OlaOABWnABP8sSm9u1uWPnDlzoOQe4mz4E/s320/15-2004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359505036564803154" /></span></span></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Just a few months later in August of 2004 I reached my lowest weight. I was still approximately 40 pounds from my final goal. However, I reached the point where I was finally starting to get too comfortable with the amount of weight I had lost. The impetus that made me start losing weight was that I wanted to be able to walk into any store and find clothes that fit properly. At this weight, that was no longer an issue, so I began the slow ascent to back up the scale. The one thing that strikes me about this photo is how young I look. I look like such a baby! I was 20.</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzj1Euh_8RdTijobHXhMqk-ptI6FyHkIkGR5eJoPAZMynpphWeDYzL4YYsYL3UhS3GlGufwtzVBcXgn99Wr6fUyvt-fZ1jOfhdWiTlSt-qFxrTq8m1X8lS7694YlL2RN7EIzVokqm3qbQ/s1600-h/14-2005.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzj1Euh_8RdTijobHXhMqk-ptI6FyHkIkGR5eJoPAZMynpphWeDYzL4YYsYL3UhS3GlGufwtzVBcXgn99Wr6fUyvt-fZ1jOfhdWiTlSt-qFxrTq8m1X8lS7694YlL2RN7EIzVokqm3qbQ/s320/14-2005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359504877862429026" /></span></span></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Here we are sometime in mid-2005. You can see I put maybe 10 pounds back on, but nothing extreme. All of my slimmer clothing still comfortably fit and I felt fairly good.</span></span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4rx-HtByD4xgATCXi4kSnNsTgM9Mt6aLtja4WxuEx3wCZSaAm-a2cKLj_jmbwF2bbvZr5TB_F16ZikoCHYL4S7nWfux84IZzWykgPqaSqxtH61w0IGrXPH-KJSm7FsKsYC8rSvuE1Pl4/s1600-h/13-2005.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4rx-HtByD4xgATCXi4kSnNsTgM9Mt6aLtja4WxuEx3wCZSaAm-a2cKLj_jmbwF2bbvZr5TB_F16ZikoCHYL4S7nWfux84IZzWykgPqaSqxtH61w0IGrXPH-KJSm7FsKsYC8rSvuE1Pl4/s320/13-2005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359504874898263202" /></span></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">This was taken in late September, 2005. When I look back at this I think, "I look pretty good!". The crazy thing is that I very clearly remember thinking when this picture was being taken that I did NOT want to be photographed because I felt that I had put a massive amount of weight back on. I was convinced I was back to obese. Now in present day 2009 (some 30 or 35 pounds heavier than in this photo), I wonder what was wrong with me back then. I'm convinced that every person with weight issues has at very least a mild form of BDD (Body Dysmorphic Disorder).</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYjnq9HOqYaEq5uaoU19qOFZUz_AJCru8hPAihsDSgb6Ije0BMrqLW5TKU53lQh6z5m0wRP2LfGdx8wfzyy_n1vlCVTtlkdZSfi3gCzA3XGK9kNPQR0hgcknwXgctkuXT9j18hjSPsGig/s1600-h/12-2005.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYjnq9HOqYaEq5uaoU19qOFZUz_AJCru8hPAihsDSgb6Ije0BMrqLW5TKU53lQh6z5m0wRP2LfGdx8wfzyy_n1vlCVTtlkdZSfi3gCzA3XGK9kNPQR0hgcknwXgctkuXT9j18hjSPsGig/s320/12-2005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359504868229633074" /></span></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Perhaps since my late 2005 brain was already believing I was a failed fattie, the thought became reality, as you can see from this photo from March of 2006. This began the destructive cycle of: become unhappy, comfort myself with food, gain weight, become even more depressed, eat bad things (almost subconsciously), and continue the climb back up the scale.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkpCMrUFVqb_bWq-1aGv3fwo7Jer__11K7Dcx_n-F46FRJI8_5IYxfEFQ7u9lkstI2rRX784J0ZwTmmZz-0HNzH8bBHNB6kKOWgjdtsJCwGzBT116WNiRO9JRhZF_sdc5nycyinETdVtA/s1600-h/11-2006.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkpCMrUFVqb_bWq-1aGv3fwo7Jer__11K7Dcx_n-F46FRJI8_5IYxfEFQ7u9lkstI2rRX784J0ZwTmmZz-0HNzH8bBHNB6kKOWgjdtsJCwGzBT116WNiRO9JRhZF_sdc5nycyinETdVtA/s320/11-2006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359504864362918530" /></span></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Taken in October 2006, I reached the highest weight I had been since 2003. Having not been on a scale in probably a year, I was shocked to see the scale climb to above 300 pounds. The week before these photos were taken I had started another round of low-carb living, but the open bar put a momentary kink in that plan, as evidenced in the photo. :)</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPgM90Z9KL-H-FaI1ZkghUH8C_8jzWjCrvrNQkSUM_eClQAoNVtGAzd4G_RBPv4vaUMh-me4717TBChIN4_i_isC9DVXtCPQ_0_f2FIMVASWsu5P6gQ4guBFQYkG6D_kUy_YiEzrDGlYY/s1600-h/10-2006.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPgM90Z9KL-H-FaI1ZkghUH8C_8jzWjCrvrNQkSUM_eClQAoNVtGAzd4G_RBPv4vaUMh-me4717TBChIN4_i_isC9DVXtCPQ_0_f2FIMVASWsu5P6gQ4guBFQYkG6D_kUy_YiEzrDGlYY/s320/10-2006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359504679076382482" /></span></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">For whatever reason, the low carb lifestyle wasn't working for me as easily as it had in the past. This photo, from December 2006 shows very little change from two months prior.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_mfmS0LCsEasrVFnm-Q_7WI9Z-BTZy-OOLEP_2l3tJrT-78MMuMVcrk4iNmatH-bcPZgY34Og4gqwx8kBya5pJPgkADAn2J6gs8p5Gmgj7HC5s15f8rgmg35dWjH8u4b4DY6ECDcKzc/s1600-h/9-2006.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_mfmS0LCsEasrVFnm-Q_7WI9Z-BTZy-OOLEP_2l3tJrT-78MMuMVcrk4iNmatH-bcPZgY34Og4gqwx8kBya5pJPgkADAn2J6gs8p5Gmgj7HC5s15f8rgmg35dWjH8u4b4DY6ECDcKzc/s320/9-2006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359504675227085730" /></span></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">There were very few photos taken of me in the first half of 2007. After seeing others manage to have some success with Weight Watchers, I attended my first meeting two days after my 23rd birthday in April. Down a significant portion of weight, I was feeling fairly good in August of 2007. I know I look like a bit of a douche in this photo, but in my defense the person that took it told me to "look like you are dancing!" </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqSaPjCnegh-d_Hlm6eG0DCcKDp6vfE7gCL_5s8qlZ-KIHDVTtDNbdPjLiKahv0Tw4nobpzS0c7wiMN6zHqZXnIJomv6733CxsZFZZo1-ZOSuPGr8GHf0Y-8c_e4mHmuxGYAefnfkrrcE/s1600-h/8-2007.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqSaPjCnegh-d_Hlm6eG0DCcKDp6vfE7gCL_5s8qlZ-KIHDVTtDNbdPjLiKahv0Tw4nobpzS0c7wiMN6zHqZXnIJomv6733CxsZFZZo1-ZOSuPGr8GHf0Y-8c_e4mHmuxGYAefnfkrrcE/s320/8-2007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359504673398260082" /></span></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I continued to lose (although fairly slowly) into September of 2007. However, I had reached that magical weight that I had reached back in the Summer of 2004 where I was JUST comfortable enough to not care ENOUGH about maintaining a good diet. The problem with this is that I was still a solid 40 to 50 pounds away from my goal.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfft0LwjoJZVGKigygsLUlWNnqyONwRwgd_65Sp5X2d3BdnOqI7-PNot5Y4jWDC9vmNQukqB5hCd8bcZRlD1DnF1ETRJf4ly4td7YgU0yAkc3bNyn9dBVnyfgkFh92z6gBfbY5Z_jSKXA/s1600-h/7-2007.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfft0LwjoJZVGKigygsLUlWNnqyONwRwgd_65Sp5X2d3BdnOqI7-PNot5Y4jWDC9vmNQukqB5hCd8bcZRlD1DnF1ETRJf4ly4td7YgU0yAkc3bNyn9dBVnyfgkFh92z6gBfbY5Z_jSKXA/s320/7-2007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359504664349182290" /></span></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Though I had pretty much stopped losing weight (up 2, down 1, up 1, down 2), I was still attending my Weight Watchers meetings and half-assing it. Because of this, I was at least able to maintain all of my loss. This photo is from December 2007.</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNfwJC8FPXkgWAvSmEs2NblS7CDlC4mWpaiDVwy-yO3IIrO2WQj9R-V0rNx8hNsqVV1hiIwmlABgjehRilRLjW5fdhcNkNAN93dML1j9gGgJZ5idz2i9-7sGxomlXkq03TYh3bePzkVN0/s1600-h/5-2007.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNfwJC8FPXkgWAvSmEs2NblS7CDlC4mWpaiDVwy-yO3IIrO2WQj9R-V0rNx8hNsqVV1hiIwmlABgjehRilRLjW5fdhcNkNAN93dML1j9gGgJZ5idz2i9-7sGxomlXkq03TYh3bePzkVN0/s320/5-2007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359504433610041154" /></span></span></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Throughout the first half of 2008 I stayed pretty much the same as the fall of 2007. I had one minor jump up of about 10 pounds, and that held steady for a while. This photo is from August of 2008. The funny thing is, I thought that it was a huge deal and that I had gained "so much weight back". As in the past, thought became reality, and after I was laid off from my day job, the weight began to pile on.</span></span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGlddmuwDe7XgSN7vUIellc0QNDUpA4TJ5rXtZkT2tJ3Xu6__LyXoy1krN4RTA0-zmXMU9KUjk03c3PqyFRPwxVjCXV8tNei14csSq_UWBs6BLPwYgSAgfMqgyxj7IK-s9Lg7bPyHPbV8/s1600-h/4-2008.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGlddmuwDe7XgSN7vUIellc0QNDUpA4TJ5rXtZkT2tJ3Xu6__LyXoy1krN4RTA0-zmXMU9KUjk03c3PqyFRPwxVjCXV8tNei14csSq_UWBs6BLPwYgSAgfMqgyxj7IK-s9Lg7bPyHPbV8/s320/4-2008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359504427901519170" /></span></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">This is from Thanksgiving 2008. I had gained approximately 15 pounds since August. Much of my clothing was no longer wearable, and I had to purchase a few new shirts.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGI6cjgZPc-hFXfVwCLQFNOMV-2FiVX9DoF3gLRnfyGGT9fFS-SwLPscWVmVt2g7qaaCFEnwNkGaXRw47MseJZH-zGInPAj0oUnygIcDY3e0er15f8Zx0tojuZsgeC5BX5oLqqt6jx8AY/s1600-h/3-2008.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGI6cjgZPc-hFXfVwCLQFNOMV-2FiVX9DoF3gLRnfyGGT9fFS-SwLPscWVmVt2g7qaaCFEnwNkGaXRw47MseJZH-zGInPAj0oUnygIcDY3e0er15f8Zx0tojuZsgeC5BX5oLqqt6jx8AY/s320/3-2008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359504424764172178" /></span></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Fast forward to late Spring of 2009, and I've gained an additional 10 to 15 pounds. It's odd how I seem to maintain one weight for a while, and then seemingly within the period of only a week, it jumps 8 to 10 pounds. It teeters for a few days, and if I don't make a drastic change in my eating, it ends up sticking. It's very strange the way it works.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi898Z2c2buPMvzLNcgh7FLKrEM9hD5h9HleYbLbqNG5RfNQ2YdQRywvloZKAs66AuM3j0MNeNoA52Q3o-xJmqVqcGQgjieDLfTurxL_nbHoLge6DKRM9-bikLWJ3JofkY-3L1v1cO4j1o/s1600-h/2-2009.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi898Z2c2buPMvzLNcgh7FLKrEM9hD5h9HleYbLbqNG5RfNQ2YdQRywvloZKAs66AuM3j0MNeNoA52Q3o-xJmqVqcGQgjieDLfTurxL_nbHoLge6DKRM9-bikLWJ3JofkY-3L1v1cO4j1o/s320/2-2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359504413784803186" /></span></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I'd venture to say that I'm a similar size to what I was in late 2006. I'm certainly not at my highest ever, but if I don't put a stop to it, who knows where this could lead. This photo is from July 2009.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQMbtlpbT3j4-k01jGih8GY6U0SnySAPi4RoxvxbgXmAJ6-awjxmp_wgsoo6zGhyphenhyphenRMEQMhUQ0jgR5jJP96MpW8PgHOUuDR9wQ7OP-W99xxNSu7ka0Yw7UtLrwSXgZtLiKzpQABSR523CY/s1600-h/1-2009.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQMbtlpbT3j4-k01jGih8GY6U0SnySAPi4RoxvxbgXmAJ6-awjxmp_wgsoo6zGhyphenhyphenRMEQMhUQ0jgR5jJP96MpW8PgHOUuDR9wQ7OP-W99xxNSu7ka0Yw7UtLrwSXgZtLiKzpQABSR523CY/s320/1-2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359504401854393762" /></span></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I've been holding steady for approximately two months. No gains, no losses. I want this to be my FINAL before photo. I want every picture from here on forward to be an AFTER photo. I never want to see this weight again. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I'm so glad you all are here with me to help me become an AFTER. I did it before, and I know I can do it again. It just seems to get harder and harder with each re-gain. How many times can you put yourself through the cycle mentally and physically? It has to stop somewhere. There are so many goals I want to achieve in life. I want to be successful. I want to be inspirational. I want to be confident. I want to be a working singer/actor. I am confident in my abilities. I simply KNOW that I am good enough, and I have no doubt that I am capable of achieving all of these things and more. I just need to get my mind and body in order to be able to do them. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I'm starting with the man in the mirror. I'm asking him to change his ways. And no message could've been any clearer..."</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">C</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">m</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">i</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">n</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">g</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">u</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">p</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">n</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">x</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">t</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">:</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> will </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">d</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">t</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">i</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" 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plan</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">n</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">d</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> set</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">f</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">i</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">rm start date. Be here!</span></span></span></div></div>Joshua Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709079672336862272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481791353878613121.post-31616131814085659492009-07-15T00:33:00.006-04:002009-07-15T01:13:24.557-04:00"I Know Where I've Been"<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:medium;"><div style="margin-top: 3px; margin-right: 6px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 6px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(0, 63, 20); text-align: left; word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; background-position: initial initial; "><div id="ectocontent"><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well here we go! Thank you for visiting what I hope becomes a busy and popular place. I've started this blog for a number of reasons. Let's get the obvious out of the way: I am fat. Obese, in fact, according to the popular BMI (Body Mass Index) chart. For years I have struggled with my weight. I have fluctuated quite a bit over the last six years. That's why the tag line of the blog is "I've been up, then down, and back up again." This all started with the idea that I wanted to get back on track and (yet again) lose weight, but also wanted some extra reason to really stick with it. I figured that having an audience to report to on a daily basis would help me stay in line. I have done Weight Watchers in the past with success, and I think it is by far the best weight loss program out there. However, I tried doing WW again this Spring, but for some reason I just couldn't stick with it the way I had in the past. The "fear" of the weekly weigh-in just wasn't enough, and it simply was not working for me. </span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The original simple intention of this blog was to make myself accountable, on paper, to essentially the whole world. I plan on exploring the struggles, accomplishments, and set-backs that come along on the journey of weight loss. However, the more I've been thinking about what my relationship to the blog will be like, the deeper I really want to take this. I am planning on being 100% honest with myself and with you, my reader. Like Oprah always tells us, struggles with weight are never just about the food. You have to fix what's going on in your head, and then the rest will fall into place. I look at this as almost therapy. For instance, I'm going to admit, talk about, and try to grow past the problem that I have where when I happen to be on an upswing of gaining weight, I don't want to see friends and family that might not have seen me since I was 10, 15, even 20 pounds lighter. It's really sad when you think about it. These are people you love and want to share things with, but you always have that nagging thought in the back of your head saying, "What will they think? They're going to be surprised to see I gained all of this weight back. They'll be disappointed and think I'm weak." Just even recognizing and admitting to myself that I feel that way makes me want to challenge my own thoughts and stand up for who I am, and what I can become. </span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'm thinking that the blog posts will fall into the following categories:</span></span></span></p><p></p><ul><li><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Rants</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> - from being annoyed at the skinny friend who eats nothing but burgers & beer, to any other thing I feel like bitching about</span></span></span></li><li><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tracking</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> - what I eat; the good AND the bad. I will gloat when I have the perfect day, but will also admit when I fall off the wagon.</span></span></span></li><li><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Making Progress</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> - Simply, how much weight I lose, etc.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b></b></span></span></span></li><li><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Moving More</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> - My relationship with exercise is not one I enjoy. Let's explore what works to get and keep my ass moving.</span></span></span></li><li><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Eating Better Food</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> - Exploring what I eat that's bad, figuring out what I like that's good for me, and sticking to it. </span></span></span></li><li><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Goals </span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- Weight goals, life goals, clothing goals, you name it. </span></span></span></li><li><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Begrudgingly Healthy</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> - Where I take a food or meal you think can't be done healthily and I find a way to make it "legal" on my plan. Recipes, etc.</span></span></span></li></ul><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Let's end this mega-post with a song quote. It may seem cheesy, ("Oh he's using song lyrics to describe his weight loss </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">journey</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.") but hey, shut up. If it rings true for me, then that's all that matters.</span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"There's a dream in the future. There's a struggle, that we have yet to win. And there's pride, in my heart, 'cause I know where I'm going. And I know where I've been."<br /></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Coming up next: A (frightening, for me) photo scrapbook of my weight's ups and downs over the past six years!</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></p><div><br /></div><p></p></div></div></span>Joshua Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709079672336862272noreply@blogger.com4