I'm preparing for the zombie apocalypse and other odd rationalizations

You probably don't know this about me, but I like paranormal/sci fi fiction. As such, I watch "Revolution", which is not about zombies (that would be Walking Dead, which I actually don't watch), but about a dystopian future where there is no power (not to be confused with the books by Sterling, that I don't read).

If I haven't lost you yet with my sidetracking, you may be wondering why any of this is relevant. Well, my daughter has a plan about the zombie apocalypse, and in the back of my mind I have an alternate one for a powerless future. That future would require bicycles. And that brings me to my point: oddest reasons to buy something.

I own a bike, and I long since stopped riding it, and turned it over to my daughter. So if we were on the run, from zombies or Monroe's militia, how would I get around? I am almost sold on the idea of a new bike. And I can justify it by more than just zombies or power outages.

My bike, purchased back in the day that mountain bikes were hot, is of a configuration that irritates my carpel tunnel. So getting a "comfort bike" would be paramount. This is a bike that wouldn't put undue pressure on my wrists, and would allow me to ride in a more natural upright position. Most importantly, a bike would allow me to engage in regular exercise, which could only lead to fitness (or perhaps accidents and humiliation, but I hope not. )

Now all I have to do is let my thinking simmer a bit, until my reasoning feels organic or at least believable.

Ode to Doris Day: que sera, sera

If you could choose between losing a half pound per week consistently or losing up to 2 lbs (or possibly gaining up to 2 lbs) per week which would you choose?

Well apparently based on my reaction to my steady but minimal loss, my answer is the latter. Or at least I seem like I am much more likely to give up if I don't lose dramatically and consistently.

Unfortunately there is no guarantee. Even following program to the letter, you still may have a slight gain or a tiny loss. But I keep getting distracted by numbers and easily thwarted by a very slow loss. But really if I were to keep this up, a half lb a week is 2 lbs per month. 6 months would be 12 lbs. that would be really cool.

So baby steps? Being them on. I will take whatever I can get.

Emotional land mines ahead

I should know better: I weighed myself this morning, second in a row. Up. Despite being "good" yesterday. But as a seasoned weight watchers veteran, I know not only that being "good" is not the whole story, and that weight fluctuated for a number of reasons. The scale gives up one piece of feedback, and it's not always reliable, especially when the scale was bought for its looks.

Still, I could go either way: determined to walk my activity points and drink my water and do what I can to at least maintain this week, or go full on despair that I will ever lose weight and throw my hands up in surrender. Why the gamut of emotional polar opposites?

Let's check some other data points, shall we. Pants: nice and loose. New shirt: not clinging uncomfortably. I managed to get an activity point while watching tv last night with my mini tramp and 15 minutes of hooping. I have not gone crazy this week, an I have plenty of flex points left.

Fun with Portion Sizes

So that week is not too bad. A little low on exercise, but the eating is pretty much under control, with one (big) exception: portion sizes.

There's a favorite dish I make with olives and pasta and mozzarella. I tend to serve it with a standard serving spoon. I have not until this moment thought about using one of my measuring devices to serve it. Perhaps that's because I haven't updated the points for it in a while. Be that as it may, the default serving size is "as much as will fit in a bowl". I'm ostensibly doing fine with flex points this week, so the two servings I had that were probably two servings each are still on program. And that pizza I had on Sat was probably close to accurately accounted for.

"Probably" is the reason I am not losing as quickly as I would like...

Miss Perception

I keep thinking about those videos from the other day, the ones put out by Dove (awesome campaign, by the way, although oddly publicized). I think I posted the one with the sketch artist, but there was another where these women were asked what body part they didn't like of theirs and they came up with a response in like 2 seconds. When asked which ones they did like, some had to think really long and hard, sometimes not having an answer.

It is really hard to see myself objectively. I have a long laundry list of self perceived flaws. It is almost impossible to list any part of me that I genuinely like. Of course it is possible to list things I'm glad I don't have, based on flaws in other people. That much I can do. I can't keep that list on mind when trying to think of myself I positive terms.

I once took part in this group that dealt with weight issues. It was an interesting idea, but not lengthy enough or in-depth enough to make much progress. The idea was to demystify our trigger foods and to bring our thoughts about ourselves to the surface. I didn't make much progress on the self acceptance part. I did rid myself of liking Godiva chocolates; wish moonstruck had been around then.

Do you know what you look like?

I found this video today. One thing I hear over and over at WW meetings is we would never dream of saying some of the stuff we think about ourselves to any other person (well, most people wouldn't...) That is so true. And I can look back at pictures of myself, and know I felt like I was this horrible fat thing, and yet I looked so good to me now. The disconnect between what we see what we really look like is so profound. Some comments I saw about the video (from a guy) were that the women in a similar video from Dove were just being modest. Please. There is a big difference between just "being modest" and how these women were talking about themselves.

Contrast it to this guy I ran across in my job. We have this profile page where these experts are supposed to rate their expertise in order for us to gauge whether they would be a good fit to review a topic. This guy (I almost said "this tool"...) said, in both an email and in a section that was not meant for comments, that he is reticent to state that he is an expert, and the implication was because he was being modest. I found his comments very arrogant and annoying. Seriously, dude, we just want to know if you are a good fit to review certain topics: we aren't rating how modest and self-effacing you are! Now that is a good example of false modesty.

You can also pretty much always tell when someone is fishing for a compliment. You can just tell. You can. It's not rocket surgery (as a favorite named competing trivia team would say).

The other thing I want to say about this (before I eat my lunch, which is not getting any hotter) is that acceptance is difficult for me. To me, to say that I love me the way I am is like I'm saying I give in: I'm not going to try anymore. And I realize even my brain is rationalizing or simplifying the issue. There is no reason I can't love myself as I am and simultaneously aim to get healthier, which would include eating and exercising in order to get my cholesterol and blood pressure under control. But it just feels like I don't mean it. Possibly this is one reason I've had such a hard time getting and staying on the wagon this time... Hmmm...

Beware the Undertoad

Yesterday was a truly bizarre day. I spent much of it like an observer in my own body, frantically hitting undo to all the bad impulses I kept having.

This is a critical week for me. Exactly one year ago I was also at this weight. I flirted with it for a few weeks and ultimately started trending upwards, eventually regaining 10 pounds. My pattern has been pretty predictable for the last couple of years. I can't seem to gain (as it were) any new ground.

I feel like I've just been treading water, and anytime I actually start to make progress, something happens and I get sucked back into the undertow, or like they say in the World According to Garp, the Undertoad. What is it that derails me? Some catastrophic event? Some random food fest? Apparently, it is boredom.

How else can you explain my sudden interest in the half bag of chocolate chips that has been in my pantry for at least six months? Or my obsession with the cookie dough from the kids' play date. Granted, those are my favorite cookies, but the dough? Not so much. Looked at it at least three times. WTF?!?