Next week (and this weekend) is the last trip the kids and I will be taking this summer. I wasable to lose ONE pound over the previous vacation, which isn't too bad considering my limited ability to do significant exercise on a boat on the dock or while at Hubby's dad's house where there's stray dogs everywhere (hence making it difficult to go for walks). So on august 1st, our Summer season will have come to a close and it will be time to move on.
The bad thing is the season which is creeping in on my happy summer. Allergy season! (at least, for me) Ragweed season is seeming to be getting an early start this year, which is no surprise given the fact that it has been SO hot this year in our area. I've been sniffling and rubbing my eyes/nose since we were in Oklahoma the first week of July. I know due to some bloating and general stuffiness associated with allergies it makes it harder to lose weight. So I'm planning to step up my efforts and swim for 1 hour and work out at the rec center for another hour. The pool will only be open for about another month and then its bye-bye swim time! I'm debating adding more Kinect time once the pool closes. Man, I wish the rec center had a pool!!
So hard work is ahead, but there's nothing worth getting that isn't worth working hard for.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
I'll try not to be too graphic here, but I KNOW someone out there in the big bad blogosphere must know what I'm talking about. Every since I started dieting/moving towards a healthier lifestyle my stomach seems to be EXTREMELY sensitive!
For the record, I LOVE a good steak! And my husband cooks a GREAT steak! But if I eat more than 3-4 oz of steak I am in the bathroom all night!! I have to take anti-gas pills a couple of times if I touch broccoli. If I happen to enjoy a nice hamburger its as if I'd have eaten my steak and that of every one else at the table. And beans...let's just NOT go there.
Now I'm aware the an aging stomach can come with complications, and having extra weight on me makes me physiologically-speaking older than my numerical years, but come on people!! It seems that years ago when I was far less concerned about my expanding waistline and food choices, I was not plagued with these maladies.
Just yesterday I enjoyed some broccoli in a buffalo chicken salad I'd made at home. Both of my children decided to spend the night elsewhere, so it was just me and the hubby. I'd been feeling pretty well most of the day, and had taken some anti-gas meds earlier in the day. I thought my worries had been thwarted. So hubbs and I headed upstairs to watch some TV (Netflix) and enjoy the evening after having some homemade pizza for supper (buffalo chicken and pepperoni-2 different pizzas, I also fed the 16 yr old boy I call my son...hehe). I'd only had about 3 pieces of pizza and again, things seemed to be going well. I struggled to keep my eyes open through three episodes of a miniseries we'd chosen to watch (it was very interesting, but I'd been busy all day and was fading quickly).
We came down to bed around 10:30pm and I was ready to call it a day. Shortly after beginning a rerun of Two and a Half Men, the Hubby starts to make his move. He was somewhat upset that we hadn't gotten frisky upstairs, seeing as how we were alone in the house and not restricted to fooling around behind a locked door. I was just too tired! I'd cleaned, exercised, and done some med trans that day and crammed a lot of activity into my awakened hours. I would have been happy to oblige his requests had I simply laid around and watched TV all day without barely lifting a finger to put the house back together. Then I went to the bathroom. Sadly it was not just that last pee before bed, this was somewhat of a matter with a definite purpose being conveyed to me with some urgency by my stomach. I proceeded to make three trips to the "little girls' room" in just about 15 minutes. I took some more anti-gas pills and went to bed. Hubby asked what was wrong and I simply whimpered, "My tummy isn't feeling so great." He didn't try and make any more moves.This certainly was not helping me get in "the mood" for ANYONE and I think he got the nonverbal message. I'd hoped my ails were gone for the day/night. I woke up a couple of times in the night, but just to get rid of the water I'd drank to try and rehydrate myself right before bed and after the multiple trips to the bathroom.
This morning I awoke for what I determined to be the final time around 6:00am. I went to the kitchen and knowing my previous night's tummy troubles, decided to have a glass of tea this morning in lieu of milk. Dairy is NOT my friend after a rough tummy night. I proceeded to make three trips to the bathroom in quick succession. Again, my butt is ON FIRE! What the heck!?!? You'd have thought I ate 3 steaks, topped with bacon wrapped cream cheese stuffed jalapenos, and finished it off with a big helping of beans and steamed broccoli. So today I'm sticking to a bland diet of lots of water and plain sandwiches. I'd wanted to make some Étouffée or Jambalaya for supper, but I think I might have to pass.
Am I doomed to eat a bland diet for the rest of whatever unless I team it up with large servings of anti-diarrhea and anti-gas meds? OR should I just pour me a pretty pink glass of Pepto every time I choose to enjoy one of the "no-no foods?"
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
These are two words that simply should NOT ever be grouped together! But sadly, they must be if I plan to continue on my path to a healthier size and life. I don't think this trip its going to be all that difficult to maintain a healthier lifestyle, though. It seems when dear hubby is along, I eat a lot better. True it could be in part due to the fact that he has those lovely judging looks that bore through my junk food appetite.
I have spent a fair amount of time swimming and coasting around in the water, not laps, mind you...but still movement. And then there's the daily (sometimes a couples times daily) trek to the bathrooms. There IS a bathroom on the boat but if I'm going to be indisposed for a bit I tend to shy away from using the one on the boat. You know, if its yellow let it mellow..if its brown, walk to the regular bathrooms. Or something like that. ha!
I'm thrilled to report that this year the marina has WiFi!! Yay!! So I can get on facebook when bored, keep up with my check-ins to my food/exercise planner, as well post a blog or two from vacation.
Well, the dear husband is getting bitchy about the various little messes lurking around the boat, so I'd better go do some picking up....or I could conveniently need to make another trek up the hill. Decisions, decisions...