The Life of an Invalid

I am officially on Day 4 of the worst cold I have had not only in many moons, but probably since Near Hospital Death Scare ’05. I don’t count Kidney Scare ’12 because well, that is a totally different story I may tell at a later day.

I digress.

I am not deathly ill, but I feel like it. Massive sniffles, horrendous sinus pressure, tired eyes, and general body aches and exhaustion. Damn you cold season. And as such, I have been well, in bed and asleep usually by 8pm each night, if not earlier.

But today is Friday. I am going to live on the wild side and stay up until maybe 10pm since I don’t have to be up until 7am tomorrow for my weekly WW weigh in.

At this point, let’s give a huge THUMBS DOWN to cold and a huge thumbs up to this word:

LIFETIME

Lifetime. Holy bananas Batman. I can’t even begin to say how long I have been waiting to hear that word. The two-syllable word meaning I never, NEVER PEOPLE, have to pay again as long as I am +/- 2 lbs of my goal weight at Weight Watchers. I don’t have to PAY anymore, can you say monthly manicures! I sure can.

This also means I have come to the end of the weight loss journey of my entire lifestyle change. And now I start a whole new journey, keeping the weight off. That is the real challenge. How many of us out there have lost weight, only to gain it back. See my hand raised. Yup.

It is so easy to think “awww I’m so cute. Look at all this weight I’ve lost. I got this, psssh I don’t need to watch everything I eat anymore…COOKIE.”

Oh wait…that was me this afternoon.

I digress yet again. Point of the matter is, keeping 65 lbs off my body is going to be the hardest part of my journey. Plus, I have added in the desire to lose a few more pounds, but to replace it with lots of lean muscle. Momma wants a flatter tummy for next summer.

Now, one would think, huh, I just lost 65 lbs over the past 2 years, 7 months, 3 weeks, I think I am going to celebrate with a beer. A burger. A…I don’t know milkshake. And while that last suggestion sounds good (mmmmmm peanut butter chocolate banana milkshake from Peppertree Frosty)…….what? milkshake?

What I am saying is, while most people would splurge on a fatty, but definitely delicious meal, I celebrated with, what I think is, the best meal ever since the creation of well, all things frozen:

I will say right now that Yogurtland is pretty much the most awesome place on Earth. Because:

  1. Who doesn’t like frozen yogurt?
  2. Who doesn’t like self serve?
  3. Who doesn’t like tart frozen yogurt?
  4. Who doesn’t like fruit toppings?
  5. Who doesn’t like pretending that only a few mochi is still healthy even with a piece of peanut butter chocolate lurking on top?

Basically, I lived off the stuff in college and because it is a HUGE trigger food (i.e. food which causes massive temptation and causes you to eat more than you normally would) for me, I swore it off when I started Weight Watchers 54 weeks ago. But I knew I would go back once I learned how to control my portions and learn that you can have just a little bit and enjoy it just as much as a bigger portion.

Such was learned when my total was only $6 instead of what I used to pay…cough..umm $15. And for those of you who don’t know, at self serve frozen yogurt you pay per ounce.

Which is how I ended up with nearly every tart yogurt flavor on the menu, every fresh fruit except strawberries (allergic), mochi, and to satisfy my love of all things peanut butter and chocolate, a chunk of Reeses, which of course, I saved until the end. Because you know, I wanted to savor it.

But that wasn’t the only thing I treated myself with last Saturday, I also had ummm pancakes and sausage. BUT it was for a fundraiser for El Camino’s Marching Band. So it was uhhh less caloric because I was funding music in schools. Yup. That is what I tell myself anyway.

However, if you know me, you know there is no way in creation that I would eat pancakes and NOT work out. And since Yogurtland is oh-s0-far away, I thought hmmm. What’s near Yogurtland?

This is near the delicious frozen yogurt institution:

Awww ain’t he cute. Not enough of a hint?

I get the feeling these are awful hints.

Whoooo wild animals!

But seriously, what better way to walk off pancakes and prepare for frozen yogurt than hiking in 105F heat at the Wild Animal Park….errr wait…the San Diego Zoo Safari Park. sigh. Oh name changes.

Seriously though…(1) I say seriously way too often and (2) Did you know awesome things like this were at the Safari Park:

COME ON PEOPLE! How gorgeous is this? I had no idea it existed since someone who shall not be names *cough*EMILY*cough* always insists on us taking the same walking tour. Holy Conifer Trees! Beautiful. I didn’t even feel like I could stumble upon wild animals in this area of the park. So calming, it smelled of delicious pine, and well…there were bugs, but I got over them. I could stay there all day and just soak up the sights and sounds of the little river…and then hear a random tiger.

AWEEEEESSSOMMMMMMMME.

And to think, that view is just around the corner from the photo above. I love where I live.

But before I go and despite my horrific head cold and go out with my friends for one last coffee before one of us moves to Africa, one last photo to share. Probably the real reason why I go to the Safari Park as often as I do:

I love elephants ♥

Becoming Active


DISCLAIMER: I am not a doctor by any means. Please consult a physician before beginning any kind of new exercise routine.

I should make it clear I was anything but regularly active when I first started my journey to revolutionize my eating and exercising habits. I went through periods where I would walk/jog (very common my Senior year of college to beat out the stress of my job and advanced literary theory), and I would commonly take my youngest sister to the San Diego Zoo on the weekends. But most of the time, any spare time I had, had been spent on the couch, letting my running shoes collect cobwebs in my closet. But I knew just because I was eating healthier, the weight wasn’t going to continue coming off for long unless I got moving.

Now, let me just say now, I am an overachiever. I immediately began jogging my first day out, but I mixed it up with power walking. I created a path that I knew well (void of angry dogs, heavy traffic, and where I felt safe). This happened to be the loop around my neighborhood, which when tracked by driving my car around it, I found out was 1.1 miles. Those first few months, I just went around the loop once and there was a lot of walking involved. But I created little mini-goals for myself. (1) Jog the entire time I am on a short side of the loop, (2) try to jog across every intersection or street break, (3) no matter how out of breath you are, say hello to everyone you pass. They may have seemed like trivial goals when I first started, but they challenged me to (1) learn how to pace myself, (2) challenge myself to jog longer, (3) learn how to breath.

Eventually, as I started achieving those little goals, I added another 1/2 loop to my jog and then I started running the loop twice. At that point, I knew that 2.2 miles was a good challenge for me. But I wasn’t breathing as hard as I used to, nor sweating as much. That was when I challenged myself to run faster. I followed many of the same mini-goals as I had before, just at a faster pace.

Now please let me say, this was over the course of about a year, with me not exercising nearly as frequently as I should have. But I was still getting out there. Eventually, my 2.2 mile route wasn’t long enough anymore, so I altered it and started a longer run that was 3 miles long. Was I able to go the whole way without stopping? Absolutely not. But I was able to be challenged once again.

Today, I am running much more than 3 miles every time I go out now, but that is a different post.