Weekly Round-up & Random Musings

Well, I’m holding steady this week. No loss, but no gain. I did a mid-week check-in on Thursday evening and was up 2.6 pounds. I was pretty sure it was hormonal bloat and, apparently, I was right. According to my Sparkpeople account I’m not eating enough calories based on the amount of exercise I’m doing. I keep exceeding my exercise goals. So I made some adjustments and now have a slightly higher calorie range to meet. There were a few days where I didn’t even reach the lower minimum. I obviously need to pay more attention to what I’m doing.

I’ve noticed that my stomach is much, much happier with me when I’m not eating dairy. The last two weeks I’ve limited my dairy to Greek yogurt and I’ve been feeling much better digestion-wise. I’ve also noticed that too much salad causes a similar problem.

So I’m trying to be good to my body and treat it well. It obviously is freaking out and wants to shut down the weight loss in order to protect me from starvation. Oh, body, if only you realized that you’ve been doing too good of a job of that since day one! Eventually it will come around and let go of the pounds. I just need to be patient, consistent, and kind.

Well, I’m off to the beach today. Trying to savor the last few days of summer weather. I do love the autumn, though, especially the clothes: sweaters, dresses, boots, scarves. I’m a firm believer in dressing well and looking put together at any size. I just feel so much better about myself when I’m put together. I ordered two new dresses that were on sale yesterday from Land’s End. I’ve really been loving their clothes lately. Hopefully I end up liking these just as much!

I originally planned on ordering them when I reached my end of the year goal, but then they went on sale and I couldn’t resist. I’m sure I’ll come up another reward by December.

Happy new week, everyone!

*Photos from Landsend.com

Weekly Round-up

Let’s move on to a more uplifting post, shall we?

So this week I only lost .4 pounds. At first I was a little disappointed, but a loss is still a loss. I didn’t eat as cleanly as the week before. My husband sweetly brought home some cupcakes for me after I left him a surprise love note last Sunday. I also had two mini cannoli mid-week. I also think my body was probably reacting to the bigger loss the week before and trying to stabilize things. That has definitely been my pattern in the past: big loss one week, small or no loss the next, sometimes followed by a small gain, repeat. We’ll see if that holds true this week. I’d rather lose slow and steady than not at all. Besides, a slow loss is usually more sustainable in the long run. At least, these are the things I’m telling myself in order to keep going!

My focus this week is on eating less processed carbs, and more protein and veggies. I also want to get in some strength training and yoga. They didn’t quite make it into last week’s routine.

Well, I’m off to enjoy what’s left of Labor Day weekend. Today has been pretty gray and gloomy, and my husband is working. Luckily I made it to the beach on Saturday and Sunday. I got in lots of swimming. It was wonderful! I also picked up a ton of delicious fruit at great prices: blackberries, raspberries, strawberries and honey plums. I can’t wait to add them to my oatmeal and yogurt!

Here’s to a new week full of new opportunities!

On Anxiety

I think I’ve mentioned before that I sometimes suffer from anxiety. I’ve always been a worrier. When I was nine my parents divorced and I developed stomach aches for months afterwards. If I was struggling with a math topic, having trouble finishing my homework, etc., I would stress myself out until I got physically ill with stomach aches and migraines.

After moving to NYC for college, the anxiety lessened considerably, but still showed up from time to time. Now, in my thirties, it’s taken the form of what I call anxiety episodes: racing heart, shaking hands, spiraling negative thoughts, crying for no reason and EVERY reason. In essence, it really, really sucks. The first time I experienced one of these episodes was during and shortly after a particularly bad break-up. I ended up getting a prescription for Xanax so that I could function at work. Luckily, the intensity and frequency didn’t last very long and I was able to stop taking medication for it.

Over the years, the episodes have become fewer and far between – a few times a month, rather than a few times a week. I’ve noticed a pattern that leads me to believe they are influenced by hormones. I’ve started taking vitamin B supplements because I read that they can help with anxiety. I think the other triggers though, are being tired and feeling vulnerable.

You would think that being newly married would mean that I wouldn’t feel vulnerable at all. That might be true for most people, but for me, it’s the opposite. I’m such an expert worrier that, late at night when he’s peacefully asleep (and ┬ámy hormones and sleep levels are at their “perfect storm” levels), I first realize how happy and lucky I am to be married to such an awesome man which quickly leads me to think about how horrible it would be to lose him. And then we’re off! Cue the downward spiral into everything I’m suddenly not “enough of”, of worries that he’s going to get bored of me, worries that I’m holding him back somehow, etc., etc. You name it, I’ll find a way to worry about it. Once I’m in the middle of this mess, I can’t sleep and I can’t lay still so I tip-toe into the living room and panic and cry until I’m finally exhausted enough to fall asleep. Fun, right?

The worst part is, my husband generally notices when this happens and when he brings it up the next day I just don’t really know how to explain it. It’s nothing that he does or doesn’t do, but I can see that it hurts him and he wants to be able to help me. The thing is, all the crazy thoughts and insecurities come from deep inside me. Even if he was the perfect husband 24/7 I would still feel those things every so often. I would still not be able to sleep and would cry for hours in the dark about all my insecurities and the most irrational things I can think of.

So, clearly, THIS is the emotional work I need to do. I’ve renewed my journaling to keep track of when I feel these things and why. I’m trying to dig down to the core to see what is really going on with me. It’s a lot of work and not very pretty at all, but I know it’s necessary. I would love to have an entire month where I don’t keep myself awake out of a temporary, but overwhelming, fear of everything. It seems so ridiculous in the light of day, but on those nights it all feels so suffocatingly real. Last night was one of those nights. I didn’t get to sleep until after 4:00 a.m. Thankfully I’m off from work today so I can take it somewhat easy. I will be going to the gym, though, since it helps relieve some of my nervous energy among other things. I have a lot of work ahead of me, but, like the weight loss, it will be worth it in the end.