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My Journey to Thirty
"Well, Surprise Surprise Surprise!"
~Bruce Springsteen, Surprise, Surprise
~Bruce Springsteen, Surprise, Surprise
I'm baaack! Hopefully, without fail this time. But let's not get our hopes up, ok? I mean, I'm gonna try, but I am the mom of two children between the ages of 3 and 4. Let's be real.
So the other day I had an epiphany, and since these are few and far between, I felt the need to do something about it and SHARE!
I was at the doctor's office getting checked out for a possible ear infection (and yep, it was, and in both ears no less!). I was sitting in the little exam room reading Marie Claire recipes and wondering how long it'd take me to have my house look like the ones in the articles (which, by the way, I summed up to: never), then my doc enters. The first thing he says to me is not "Hi, Candice.", or "Hello.", or even "So, I hear your ear hurts...". Nope. It was, "Let's talk about your weight."
GULP
This is not something a woman wants to hear. Ever. But especially when you already know there is an issue. Here's the scoop, I'm about to share something really embarrassing for myself. I mean, what woman in their right mind shares this sort of info publicly? Not many, I imagine. But I figure it might be cathartic. And it just might be the motivation I need.
A year ago I was talking with this same doctor regarding the subject of my weight. At that time I weighed the heaviest I'd EVER been. I was desperate and looking for options. I was discussing Lap Band surgery with him, and though the prospect of surgery scared me, I also felt I was at the end of my rope. My doc discussed the pros and cons with me. During the process he asked me to describe a normal days worth of caloric intake for him. First surprise? He suggested I raise the amount of calories I took in. Apparently, I was under eating...and as an overweight person, that was interesting to hear. More importantly, he wanted me to eat breakfast regularly. I am not a breakfast person. Give me a cup of coffee and I'm set. However, he didn't like that answer and suggested a healthy cereal or oatmeal with protein added to boot. He also asked about what I drink. I told him the truth: diet soda and coffee, with an occasional glass of water, juice or milk. The first thing he told me? DROP THE SODA! He was rather adamant, however, it was tough to swallow. I really like soda. He said I could hold on to the coffee, but he wanted the soda gone.
I left his office thinking, "Yeah right." And I went back to the normal routine almost immediately. It took a few days to process this new information. I knew I was the heaviest ever, I also knew I wanted to change, I just felt so overwhelmed by all of it. My first step was to cut back my soda intake. I did not quit. I merely went from 3 or 4 a day to maybe 1...or 2 if it was a rough day. I ate breakfast occasionally, but not often. And so the year progressed.
This leads me to last Monday, just after the GULP.
He asked what I'd been doing since our last talk about my diet. I was honest and told him not a whole damn lot. Surprise number 2: Apparently the small amount of cutbacks I'd made in the soda department and my slightly conscious effort to eat breakfast had resulted in a 27lb weight loss. I kinda just stared at him doe eyed.
"Really?" I asked him. I think he may have smiled, I wasn't really paying attention. I was still focusing on the news. He reiterated the importance of dropping the soda and eating a well balanced breakfast at least to start. He suggested that if I did just those two things I'd probably see at least another 27lbs this year. He also suggested that if I was still harboring feelings about surgery I should forget them for a while. He actually feels I have what it takes to do it myself.
For the record, I haven't seriously considered the surgery option since that day in the doc's office. Like I said before, it's a scary option.
I drove back to work with an ear antibiotics writ in my purse and an idea brewing in my head. Enter: Epiphany.
Literally, I am pushing the big 3-0. This October marks the beginning of my my third decade...oh geeze! So here it is. Plain and simple. I need to get healthy. Not just for myself, but my family. I can't continue to get heavier and heavier and eventually take myself out of the picture. Not only that, but I want to enjoy life! I'm tired of being too tired to do anything, I'm tired of not fitting into the clothes I wore last summer and I'm extremely tired of being the heaviest one in the room and seeing the proof in pictures.
The following day I finished the last Diet Coke in the fridge. I vowed to myself that this was it! I am also going to eat breakfast every day as I was told. Of course I plan to adjust my goals and, you know, work on the other stuff as it is needed. But for now I want to focus on something relatively easy.
As motivation, I plan to start a weekly blog post called, My Journey to Thirty. Every Sunday I will focus on my health goal as well as anything else pertaining to big change-over. Consider this the first installment.
As of today? Day 5 with no soda! Woot! To date I've also been successful in the breakfast department.
Until next week, I bid you good eats...lol ok, that was taken directly from the mouth of Alton Brown on the Food Network, but hey! It works.
So the other day I had an epiphany, and since these are few and far between, I felt the need to do something about it and SHARE!
I was at the doctor's office getting checked out for a possible ear infection (and yep, it was, and in both ears no less!). I was sitting in the little exam room reading Marie Claire recipes and wondering how long it'd take me to have my house look like the ones in the articles (which, by the way, I summed up to: never), then my doc enters. The first thing he says to me is not "Hi, Candice.", or "Hello.", or even "So, I hear your ear hurts...". Nope. It was, "Let's talk about your weight."
GULP
This is not something a woman wants to hear. Ever. But especially when you already know there is an issue. Here's the scoop, I'm about to share something really embarrassing for myself. I mean, what woman in their right mind shares this sort of info publicly? Not many, I imagine. But I figure it might be cathartic. And it just might be the motivation I need.
A year ago I was talking with this same doctor regarding the subject of my weight. At that time I weighed the heaviest I'd EVER been. I was desperate and looking for options. I was discussing Lap Band surgery with him, and though the prospect of surgery scared me, I also felt I was at the end of my rope. My doc discussed the pros and cons with me. During the process he asked me to describe a normal days worth of caloric intake for him. First surprise? He suggested I raise the amount of calories I took in. Apparently, I was under eating...and as an overweight person, that was interesting to hear. More importantly, he wanted me to eat breakfast regularly. I am not a breakfast person. Give me a cup of coffee and I'm set. However, he didn't like that answer and suggested a healthy cereal or oatmeal with protein added to boot. He also asked about what I drink. I told him the truth: diet soda and coffee, with an occasional glass of water, juice or milk. The first thing he told me? DROP THE SODA! He was rather adamant, however, it was tough to swallow. I really like soda. He said I could hold on to the coffee, but he wanted the soda gone.
I left his office thinking, "Yeah right." And I went back to the normal routine almost immediately. It took a few days to process this new information. I knew I was the heaviest ever, I also knew I wanted to change, I just felt so overwhelmed by all of it. My first step was to cut back my soda intake. I did not quit. I merely went from 3 or 4 a day to maybe 1...or 2 if it was a rough day. I ate breakfast occasionally, but not often. And so the year progressed.
This leads me to last Monday, just after the GULP.
He asked what I'd been doing since our last talk about my diet. I was honest and told him not a whole damn lot. Surprise number 2: Apparently the small amount of cutbacks I'd made in the soda department and my slightly conscious effort to eat breakfast had resulted in a 27lb weight loss. I kinda just stared at him doe eyed.
"Really?" I asked him. I think he may have smiled, I wasn't really paying attention. I was still focusing on the news. He reiterated the importance of dropping the soda and eating a well balanced breakfast at least to start. He suggested that if I did just those two things I'd probably see at least another 27lbs this year. He also suggested that if I was still harboring feelings about surgery I should forget them for a while. He actually feels I have what it takes to do it myself.
For the record, I haven't seriously considered the surgery option since that day in the doc's office. Like I said before, it's a scary option.
I drove back to work with an ear antibiotics writ in my purse and an idea brewing in my head. Enter: Epiphany.
Literally, I am pushing the big 3-0. This October marks the beginning of my my third decade...oh geeze! So here it is. Plain and simple. I need to get healthy. Not just for myself, but my family. I can't continue to get heavier and heavier and eventually take myself out of the picture. Not only that, but I want to enjoy life! I'm tired of being too tired to do anything, I'm tired of not fitting into the clothes I wore last summer and I'm extremely tired of being the heaviest one in the room and seeing the proof in pictures.
The following day I finished the last Diet Coke in the fridge. I vowed to myself that this was it! I am also going to eat breakfast every day as I was told. Of course I plan to adjust my goals and, you know, work on the other stuff as it is needed. But for now I want to focus on something relatively easy.
As motivation, I plan to start a weekly blog post called, My Journey to Thirty. Every Sunday I will focus on my health goal as well as anything else pertaining to big change-over. Consider this the first installment.
As of today? Day 5 with no soda! Woot! To date I've also been successful in the breakfast department.
Until next week, I bid you good eats...lol ok, that was taken directly from the mouth of Alton Brown on the Food Network, but hey! It works.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
364 Days Til the Big 3-OH!
Happy Birthday to Me! Happy Birthday to Me!
So I turned 29 today. Doesn't feel much different than 28 or 27 for that matter. Now there's just that impending 30th birthday to look forward to, which is rather ominous. But I can deal. They say 30's the new 20 right? Or something like that anyway.
Today's been off to a good start. Got up and did the normal routine (with no mention of a birthday I might add...sniff!) but when I got to work my cubicle had been decorated with streamers and balloons. That was nice.
Today's been off to a good start. Got up and did the normal routine (with no mention of a birthday I might add...sniff!) but when I got to work my cubicle had been decorated with streamers and balloons. That was nice.
Then I logged in to my email and there were messages from family, friends and co-workers. I think that in a 5 minute span of time I had over 35 emails come in. It just goes to show how popular I am. Of course.
Here's one from my sis:
Speaking of my sis...My sisters and I went to Seattle last weekend. Kind of in honor of my birthday, but really we just wanted to see Wicked at the Paramount and we decided to make it into a 2 day junket. We did a little bit of shopping. Little bit of eating and of course a little bit of drinking. Nothing too drastic. Just drinks with dinner (at Red Robin!) then before the show we stopped into a bar near the theater that was serving "Wicked-tinis" so we tried them. They were pretty good. I got to meet up with some great friends while I was there. If ONLY I could have spent a couple extra days, but alas I had to come home to my babies.
By the way? Wicked was....wicked! Wickedly awesome that is! I highly recommend it to you if you get the chance to see it. In honor of how totally cool it was, today's post is written in green. If you know the story, you'll understand. If you aren't familiar...get there! ASAP.
But back to the day at hand. I don't really know what the evening has in store for me. Tim is pretending not to care. "oh I totally forgot" he says in a faked shocked voice. So we'll see.
I did get flowers though! No. Not from Tim...that would have been too easy. From my good friend Rebecca. You remember her right? If not, read this. I love her for it, well I love her anyway. But... They were beautiful of course.
Here's one from my sis:
Speaking of my sis...My sisters and I went to Seattle last weekend. Kind of in honor of my birthday, but really we just wanted to see Wicked at the Paramount and we decided to make it into a 2 day junket. We did a little bit of shopping. Little bit of eating and of course a little bit of drinking. Nothing too drastic. Just drinks with dinner (at Red Robin!) then before the show we stopped into a bar near the theater that was serving "Wicked-tinis" so we tried them. They were pretty good. I got to meet up with some great friends while I was there. If ONLY I could have spent a couple extra days, but alas I had to come home to my babies.By the way? Wicked was....wicked! Wickedly awesome that is! I highly recommend it to you if you get the chance to see it. In honor of how totally cool it was, today's post is written in green. If you know the story, you'll understand. If you aren't familiar...get there! ASAP.
But back to the day at hand. I don't really know what the evening has in store for me. Tim is pretending not to care. "oh I totally forgot" he says in a faked shocked voice. So we'll see.
I did get flowers though! No. Not from Tim...that would have been too easy. From my good friend Rebecca. You remember her right? If not, read this. I love her for it, well I love her anyway. But... They were beautiful of course.
I have to get back to work folks. I know it's been a long time, and I'm aching to catch up too. But I should really be working. Once my internet is installed this weekend at the new place I PROMISE to write a blog-worthy post. What? I didn't tell you? We bought a condo! Surprise! More on that later. In the mean time, TA TA!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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