If I had three words to describe gall bladder surgery they would be: painful, draining, and successful. The surgery was a success and despite the pain recovery is going great! My health did unfortunately put a wrench in my exercise plans, but I will be back up and moving real soon. In the meantime, my new sedentary state has given me plenty of time to think about what motivates me and what can help me be the most successful with weight loss.
Well I'd love to improve my wardrobe (wearing a smaller size of course), get my hair done, update my make-up regimen, get a mani and pedi, buy some much needed new music, buy a great book to read or even some jewelry. So many choices and they all have one common theme...money, money, money, money, MONEY!!!! It has been sooooo long since I've spent time doing something nice for me.
Armed with the ultimate weight loss motivator I brainstormed ways to make this work for me without sending my husband into cardiac arrest when he looks at the checking account balance. I read an idea on pinterest that (with a little tweaking) is perfect for me.
This is how it works: I have two jars, jar number one labeled "Pounds To Go" and jar number two labeled "Pounds Lost". Initially I will fill jar number one with ten marbles and each time I lose a pound I will take a marble out of jar number one and place it into jar number two (I'll continue this process until jar number two holds all of the marbles). For every ten pounds lost I will reward myself with $50!!!!! I'll then fill jar number one with ten marbles again and start all over. You can set any number of pounds that you'd like to take off, but start with small goals and be realistic; you're not going to lose 100 lbs in 30 days. My husband is doing another variation of this, he will use the jars as well, but for every pound he loses he will receive $2. This is a competition to see who will be more motivated by their reward and continue on the weight loss journey. Competition is my middle name so I'm certainly not going to lose.
This week set up a friendly weight loss challenge with someone that can help motivate you to lose weight (even if the only real motivation is the refusal to lose the challenge). And remember if you're a fat chic like me stay motivated, be encouraged, and know that inside of every fat chic is a skinny chic waiting to come out.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Fat Chic Wake Up Call
So there's the saying "You don't know what you've got till it's gone" and I've learned this week that this universal statement can also be applied to health. I've always been "healthy"; I mean I've always been full figured a.k.a. overweight, but I've never had any health complications associated with my weight until now.
Of course I had wardrobe and self esteem complications, but even skinny people have those issues. I've always worked really hard to be what I called "healthy". I make sure I brush my teeth daily and floss at least every other day, I try to make sure to get 6-8 hours of sleep a night, I drink 8-16 glasses of water a day, and try to make sure I have at least a vegetable or fruit with every meal. I drink little to no pop or cafeine and I don't eat candy or sweets too often. Despite all of those positive steps my over/emotional/excessive eating habit is slowly and silently killing me.
I'm 30 years old, married, just had my first child, enjoying the prime of my life (like Jay said 30's the new 20--well not really, but I feel young and vibrant). As mentioned in the last entry, I recently got diagnosed with high blood pressure, high cholesterol, carpal tunnel, and found out I have to have my gall bladder removed. If that wasn't enough, I found out during a pre-operative physical that I have a heart murmur and some of my heart valves are leaking, the doctor said nothing to be alarmed with today, but in 10-20 years this coupled with all of that other stuff could be the death of me. Thinking about death at 30 is a hard thing.
Being overweight exhibits lack of self control. Proverbs 25:28 says, "Like a city whose walls are broken down is a man who lacks self control". My obesity has caused the walls of my city to be broken down and now I'm falling apart. I refuse to kill myself with food. I know this isn't the happy message that you're used to reading from me, but this is a real much needed message.
Hebrews 12:1 says, "Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us." You are my witness, this is my weight (a.k.a. burden), overeating is my sin, and I am now making the declaration that with patience I will run this race!
This week get an accountability partner who will help motivate your weightloss aspirations.
And remember if you're a fat chic like me stay motivated, be encouraged, and know that inside of every fat chic is a skinny chic waiting to come out!
Of course I had wardrobe and self esteem complications, but even skinny people have those issues. I've always worked really hard to be what I called "healthy". I make sure I brush my teeth daily and floss at least every other day, I try to make sure to get 6-8 hours of sleep a night, I drink 8-16 glasses of water a day, and try to make sure I have at least a vegetable or fruit with every meal. I drink little to no pop or cafeine and I don't eat candy or sweets too often. Despite all of those positive steps my over/emotional/excessive eating habit is slowly and silently killing me.
I'm 30 years old, married, just had my first child, enjoying the prime of my life (like Jay said 30's the new 20--well not really, but I feel young and vibrant). As mentioned in the last entry, I recently got diagnosed with high blood pressure, high cholesterol, carpal tunnel, and found out I have to have my gall bladder removed. If that wasn't enough, I found out during a pre-operative physical that I have a heart murmur and some of my heart valves are leaking, the doctor said nothing to be alarmed with today, but in 10-20 years this coupled with all of that other stuff could be the death of me. Thinking about death at 30 is a hard thing.
Being overweight exhibits lack of self control. Proverbs 25:28 says, "Like a city whose walls are broken down is a man who lacks self control". My obesity has caused the walls of my city to be broken down and now I'm falling apart. I refuse to kill myself with food. I know this isn't the happy message that you're used to reading from me, but this is a real much needed message.
Hebrews 12:1 says, "Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us." You are my witness, this is my weight (a.k.a. burden), overeating is my sin, and I am now making the declaration that with patience I will run this race!
This week get an accountability partner who will help motivate your weightloss aspirations.
And remember if you're a fat chic like me stay motivated, be encouraged, and know that inside of every fat chic is a skinny chic waiting to come out!
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Skinny Chic M.I.A.
Hello... Hello...It's me, Skinny Chic, is anybody out there? It's been almost 8 months since I've set foot in the outside world, but boy am I excited to be back! I owe you all a HUGE apology. I disappeared due to circumstances that were beyond my control and even though I put up a great fight ultimately Fat Chic prevailed again...I gained 32 pounds, ended up developing high blood pressure (for which I now have medication), carpal tunnel, and now I'll soon be having surgery to remove my gall bladder; But looking on the bright side of this it was all worth it because I was blessed with the most precious and beautiful gift God could have provided...My Lady Bug, Aaziah Carmel Taylor. Due to my extremely unhealthy state I developed 'Pre-eclampsia' and had to deliver my baby 5 weeks early. She was born 4 pounds 10 ounces and she's been fighting from day one. She was born perfectly healthy and blew away every test that the doctors threw at her, so much so, that she never even had to enter the NICU (nursery intensive care unit)!!!! PRAISE GOD!!!!! But now that she's out and my surgery will be completed really soon, it's time to switch focus and begin to make changes so that I can be here to see her have her children.
And so...THE BATTLE OF THE BULGE RESUMES... Since gaining the 32 lbs with pregnancy I've actually lost every last pound, which lets me know it was all baby and water weight and so I'm back where I started.
I'm going to start off slow this time.
For stage 1 of the battle: Beginning this week (I missed yesterday, but from here on out) I am going to walk 1 mile Monday-Saturday. Week 1 will be used to get a baseline or average mile time. Week 2 I am going to walk 1 mile, but this time I'm going to attempt to take 2-4 minutes off my total mile time. I will continue with this routine until I get my total mile time between 10-12 minutes. Once I reach that goal I'll enter stage 2.
We can talk about that more later because IIII'MMMM BBBBAAAACCCCKKKK (singing) IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME...I SHOULDN'T LEFT YOU...WITHOUT A DOPE BEAT TO STEP TO...STEP TO...STEP TO...STEP TO...STEP TO...STEP TO...STEP TO.
And so...THE BATTLE OF THE BULGE RESUMES... Since gaining the 32 lbs with pregnancy I've actually lost every last pound, which lets me know it was all baby and water weight and so I'm back where I started.
I'm going to start off slow this time.
For stage 1 of the battle: Beginning this week (I missed yesterday, but from here on out) I am going to walk 1 mile Monday-Saturday. Week 1 will be used to get a baseline or average mile time. Week 2 I am going to walk 1 mile, but this time I'm going to attempt to take 2-4 minutes off my total mile time. I will continue with this routine until I get my total mile time between 10-12 minutes. Once I reach that goal I'll enter stage 2.
We can talk about that more later because IIII'MMMM BBBBAAAACCCCKKKK (singing) IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME...I SHOULDN'T LEFT YOU...WITHOUT A DOPE BEAT TO STEP TO...STEP TO...STEP TO...STEP TO...STEP TO...STEP TO...STEP TO.
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